Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 405 Ksitigarbha's Great Vow to Reach the Underworld

In the underworld, there are countless hungry ghosts and wronged souls. To be reincarnated, one needs to go through a series of procedures to enter the six realms of reincarnation.

This has led to a surge in the number of wandering spirits in the underworld.

With such a large pool of applicants, those with exceptional talent are one in a hundred or even one in a thousand, resulting in a very considerable overall number.

If everyone could be reincarnated in the West through the six realms of reincarnation, generation after generation, why worry that the West would lack talent and be inferior to the East?

Jieyin was very tempted upon hearing this, but still frowned and asked, "The Supreme Being of the Underworld, Houtu, and the Great Emperor of Fengdu both have very deep connections with the Jie Sect. Would they agree to let our people in?"

Zhunti retorted righteously, "Senior brother, you are mistaken. Our Buddhist sect enters the underworld without any selfish motives, entirely for the sake of all sentient beings in the Three Realms. What a magnanimous heart! Even if the underworld does not allow it, as long as the Heavenly Dao approves, no one can stop us!"

Jieyin's eyes lit up immediately!

Yes, what is the core tenet of Mahayana Buddhism? It is to help people, relieve them of their suffering, escape the cycle of reincarnation, and enter the underworld. What is unreasonable about that?

When the time comes, they will make a vow to Heaven, and Heaven will respond. Even the supreme Houtu will be unable to stop them from entering the Underworld from the West.

Once you enter the underworld, you'll be showered with a constant stream of talented people!

If this plan succeeds, not only will the losses in the human realm be fully recovered, but the gains will be even greater!

The guide asked, "Entering the Underworld is a matter of great importance. Junior Brother, have you decided on a candidate?"

"Ksitigarbha would be a good fit."

"Ksitigarbha?"

Jieyin sighed, "Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin failed, and instead caused Ksitigarbha to lose tens of thousands of years of cultivation. Let's send someone else instead."

Zhunti solemnly said, "Ksitigarbha is a direct descendant of our Buddhist lineage, and we should make amends to him properly. How can we just give up like this?"

The guide nodded in agreement, "Then I'll do as you say."

Soon, Zhunti and Jieyin called Ksitigarbha to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Ksitigarbha was as usual, except that his face was excessively pale.

The quasi-human emperor's luck is no joke; not only did the divine weapon forged by his uncle have no effect whatsoever.

Even a wisp of his true spirit turned into dust, and even backfired on his physical body, from which he has not yet recovered.

"Ksitigarbha greets Master and Uncle-Master. I did not know that Master or Uncle-Master had summoned me."

"Bringing you here is to give you an unparalleled opportunity."

"A great opportunity?"

Ksitigarbha was taken aback, and instead of feeling joy, he was startled.

"Come here, your uncle will tell you."

Seeing Ksitigarbha's reaction, Zhunti coughed a few times and quickly beckoned Ksitigarbha over.

Ksitigarbha went as instructed, and Cundi whispered in his ear, "The matter is like this: the underworld governs reincarnation, and the human realm..."

Zhunti was incredibly eloquent; he explained his plan to Ksitigarbha in just a few words.

Now, Ksitigarbha was truly excited, if things went as his uncle had said.

Entering the underworld means that there is a continuous stream of merit to be gained.

That's merit! It's exactly what Ksitigarbha needs right now. If it can be accomplished, what does this little loss matter?

Ksitigarbha's voice was firm: "For the great prosperity of Buddhism, for the great vows of my Master and Uncle, and for the sake of the Western Paradise, Ksitigarbha is willing to give it a try!"

"good!"

Zhunti seemed to be affected by Ksitigarbha's emotions, tears welling up in his eyes. "As expected of my Western disciple, well done! If my Western Paradise prospers in the future, you will deserve the greatest credit!"

Zhunti wiped away the tears in his eyes. "But the underworld is dangerous after all. Let your uncle go with you."

"Yes, Uncle-Master."

Zhunti and Ksitigarbha transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the Netherworld.

A few moments later, they arrived at the entrance to the Netherworld.

The Netherworld is a forbidden place for ordinary immortals, because it represents reincarnation, annihilation, and rebirth.

But for Zhunti and Ksitigarbha, coming and going is no big deal.

Upon entering the Netherworld, one is greeted by gusts of eerie wind and towering black mountains, with countless spirits slowly drifting towards the depths of the Netherworld along preordained paths.

Upon entering the Netherworld, one is greeted by gusts of eerie wind and towering black mountains, with countless spirits slowly drifting towards the depths of the Netherworld along preordained paths.

"At the gates of hell, the power of the Heavenly Dao is abundant. You must quickly go there and make a grand vow. Your uncle will help you hold them off."

Zhunti left with a single sentence and then rushed towards the Yama Palace.

Ksitigarbha, however, went against the grain and headed straight for the Gate of Hell.

Inside the Senluo Palace, the Mosquito Daoist, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, licked his lips, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"People from the West, how dare you act so presumptuously in my Netherworld? Do you really think my Netherworld is just a place to sit idly by?"

The sage moved very quickly, and soon Zhunti appeared in front of the Yama Palace.

Zhunti smiled and looked around the Senluo Palace before walking directly inside.

But before he could take more than a few steps, a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and Mosquito Taoist appeared before him.

Having been the Emperor of Fengdu for so long, the Mosquito Taoist had naturally developed an extremely majestic aura, and suddenly said.

"The underworld is a sacred place; how dare unauthorized persons trespass?"

It's almost certain that seeing Zhunti's face means nothing good is coming.

Zhunti smiled and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Fengdu. Long time no see."

Mosquito Taoist was quite surprised. "Oh? So it is the Sage himself who has come. It is my Underworld that has been impolite. May I ask what important matter brings the Sage to my Underworld?"

Zhunti laughed and said, "No one comes to the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. I have come to the Underworld this time, so naturally I have something to discuss."

Zhunti chatted casually with Mosquito Taoist.

In any case, as long as Ksitigarbha makes a great vow and gains the approval of the Heavenly Dao, then the Westerners entering the Underworld will be a foregone conclusion.

At the Gates of Hell, Ksitigarbha rushed over, his heart pounding with excitement. Along the way, he had taken in all the details of the underworld.

The underworld has so many talented people. If half of them went to the West, what would the West have to worry about?

Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together, his appearance solemn and dignified. The seven-colored kasaya on his body shimmered with a crystal-like glow, holy and immaculate, a stark contrast to the eerie atmosphere of the underworld.

Suddenly, Ksitigarbha opened his eyes, and boundless golden Brahma light spread outwards from him. Wherever it passed, the eerie ghostly energy hissed and quickly dissolved.

With a solemn and dignified appearance, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva proclaimed in a clear voice, "I, Ksitigarbha, a disciple of Mahayana Buddhism, am deeply moved by the countless souls in the underworld, and the suffering of all beings struggling in the sea of ​​misery."

"You arrogant brat! How dare you act so presumptuously in the Netherworld?"

These words were arrogant, domineering, and unrestrained. As soon as the words fell, a streak of blood-red light flew towards Ksitigarbha.

The crimson light dissipated in mid-air, revealing the sword blade—it was none other than the Avici Sword.

"boom!"

The Avici Sword, imbued with boundless malevolent energy, struck fiercely towards Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha was stunned. His instinctive sense of crisis, honed over millions of years of cultivation, made him unleash his spiritual treasure to defend himself.

"boom!"

The two magical treasures collided in mid-air in an instant, their Dao essence surging.

Ksitigarbha felt as if he had been struck head-on by an ancient divine mountain that had flown in.

His internal organs shifted, his golden body shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward and instantly losing consciousness.

(End of this chapter)