Chapter 35

How could this actually gather fortune?

Xiang Xuanqing stood in the main hall of the Zhoujue Tiangong, his thoughts somewhat chaotic.

I just picked up a Demon God skull.

Toured the containment stations.

Then sat here and refined some spiritual treasures for a while.

How did a great sect get created for me?

And it even gathered the fortune of a great sect!

Is this right?

Is this reasonable?

"This is too right, too reasonable!" Inside the Taisha Tiangong, more than half of the containment objects were studying the "Fengdu Law Book."

The more they studied, the more excited they became; the more they praised, the more agitated they got.

This is simply the profound sound of the Great Dao, the words of ultimate truth!

Why didn't I notice before that the jailer... oh no, the Sect Master! The Sect Master's "Fengdu Law Book" is so exquisite!

"I regret it so much! If I had this realization when I first came in, how could I have ended up in this state!"

"That is very true!"

"If we had repented in time, perhaps we would have long been ghost gods of the Netherworld."

While the containment objects were transcending themselves, they also felt a sense of loss.

The god of Mount Qiaoming—Meng Huai, seeing this scene, while actively sharing its insights, felt doubts deep in its heart.

"Are these guys playing for real?"

I am special to the Great Dao, acting can strengthen myself, but what are you guys doing it for?

Could it be that you really want to join this broken Netherworld?

Inside the Blood Pool Hell.

The Holy Sect's Great Senior Brother Fu Zhu, while reciting the true words of the "Fengdu Law Book," was also observing the containment objects.

Except for the containment objects in those special universes deep within the Taisha Tiangong who didn't participate.

In these various worlds on the periphery, the sound of chanting could be heard one after another.

One more pious than the other.

It seemed they were really converting to the Netherworld Holy Sect.

"Oh my goodness!"

Seeing this scene, Fu Zhu felt a chill, and even his soul was trembling.

"Is the transcendence effect of this 'Fengdu Law Book' so perverted?"

"Fortunately, I am always vigilant and didn't really accept it."

He agreed to form this Netherworld Holy Sect and was willing to be the Great Senior Brother, just to go with the flow and find something to do to relieve boredom.

Otherwise, the pressure of constantly resisting the wear and tear of the Blood Pool Hell was quite high.

Fu Zhu quietly observed the Sea of Flame Hell again.

Meng Huai was still enthusiastically analyzing the Law Book, and acquired Dao characters kept popping out of the Sea of Flame Hell.

It was dutifully playing the role of the Second Senior Brother who teaches the Dharma.

"Meng Huai is definitely watching too!" Fu Zhu saw through it like a fire.

He nominated Meng Huai to be the Sect Master, but Meng Huai, this slippery guy, didn't fall for it at all.

It even dragged the jailer in to be honored as the Sect Master, and then turned around and pushed him, Fu Zhu, to the front to be the Great Senior Brother, while it became the Second Senior Brother.

In the Stone-Grinding Hell, the god who shouted slogans the most actively was the calmest inside at this moment.

It had just followed the rhythm of Great Senior Brother Fu Zhu and Second Senior Brother Meng Huai to push the internal system and organizational structure of the Netherworld Holy Sect.

It even selected the holy artifact of the sect—the Taisha Tiangong.

"All the disciples of the Netherworld Sect are suppressed inside, so isn't it the holy artifact of the sect!"

The god in the Stone-Grinding Hell laughed in a low voice.

What could be simple about things that Xiang Xuanqing could contain in the Taisha Tiangong?

They all had eighty thousand schemes. (Except for the two Heavenly Daos)

Even if they suffered severe wear and tear, they wouldn't lose all their intelligence.

Basic judgment was still there.

Everyone joined forces to pull off such a stunt, with holy sects and holy scriptures, nothing more than holding a trial mentality to see if they could find a chance to get out.

As for those who really transcended themselves...

"You guys are our pathfinders!"

At this moment, almost the same thought arose in the hearts of more than half of the containment objects.

"If any fellow Daoist really succeeds in becoming a ghost god, then I'll look at the jailer's attitude before making a decision!"

The god in the Stone-Grinding Hell made up its mind; it knew the possibility was very small, but... what if?

What if it really succeeded? That would mean the path of the ghost god was feasible.

By then, it could just follow along and transform successfully.

Anyway, no matter what, it couldn't be worse than the current result.

The containment objects, each with their own schemes, were thus painfully and happily pretending to be disciples of the Netherworld Holy Sect.

Then...

Then the mysterious fortune came.

The moment Xiang Xuanqing sensed the blessing of fortune, they sensed it too.

"No way..."

Meng Huai, Fu Zhu, the god in the Stone-Grinding Hell, and more than half of the containment objects who were acting were collectively stunned.

We turned the fake into the real?

"Damn, this works too?"

The initiator Meng Huai was very shocked; it had already felt the feedback of fortune.

Even if there was only a sliver of fortune growth, it was enough to show that this Netherworld Holy Sect they had cobbled together had succeeded!

At this moment, the most excited were those gods who had truly repented and achieved self-transcendence.

"Leniency for those who surrender, severity for those who resist; the Sect Master does not deceive me!" "Our sincere hearts can be witnessed by the Great Dao!"

"Great, the blessing of fortune, this means the Sect Master recognizes us!" (Xiang Xuanqing: I am not, I did not, don't talk nonsense!)

A group of converted disciples were in tears.

They couldn't help themselves and cheered loudly: "The Great Dao is bright, the Holy Sect is glorious; only our Netherworld, fortune lasts forever!"

In stark contrast to them was the silence of Meng Huai and the others.

They sat withered in hell, stunned there.

They asked themselves a soul-searching question in their hearts.

"Why is this?"

They had deduced many changes.

There were scenes where cellmates would be completely transcended, scenes where containment objects would become ghost gods, and even scenes where Xiang Xuanqing would be furious and increase their sentences.

But they never expected the Netherworld Holy Sect to really be built!

"Could it be because of the holy artifact of the sect?" The god in the Stone-Grinding Hell keenly sensed the changes in the Taisha Tiangong.

They, the prisoners, had received fortune.

Then the Taisha Tiangong, as the holy artifact of the sect, naturally had fortune, and quite a lot of it!

Moreover, Meng Huai and the others also discovered a problem: those gods who converted to the Netherworld received more fortune than them.

"It's over!"

"It's over, it's over!"

"The jailer's broken Netherworld seems to really have a future!"

Meng Huai, Fu Zhu, and other containment objects with different thoughts thought a lot for a while.

They were all great powers, innate sacred beings, and they had the vision they should have.

Even if they couldn't understand why this Netherworld Holy Sect could be built at this time, it was enough to see many things from it.

For example, throwing oneself into the Netherworld was definitely a good way out.

Or more accurately, throwing oneself into Xiang Xuanqing was right!

When they realized this point.

They found that they were not as happy as they had expected.

On the contrary, their hearts were filled with endless bitterness.

Was it that they didn't want to survive?

No.

If they didn't want to survive, they wouldn't be putting on such a show.

Was it caused by resentment toward Xiang Xuanqing?

A little, but not much.

More of it was because they couldn't let go.

They were innate gods, born according to the Dao; regardless of what purpose they had for fighting Xiang Xuanqing and Ming He in the beginning, it was all for the sake of the Dao!

This was not about right or wrong, only about who was superior.

Later, they were trapped here, thinking they had long since let go.

But when it came to the moment, they found they still hadn't let go.

In the Sea of Flame Hell, Meng Huai was disheartened: "Pangu's grandfather, I should be laughing now! I should be laughing out loud just like them!"

"But why can't I laugh!"

In the Blood Pool Hell, Fu Zhu felt the blessing of fortune and felt a sense of loss.

"Jailer, oh jailer, admitting you are right is truly more uncomfortable than killing me!"

In the Stone-Grinding Hell, the god who had made up its mind was extremely conflicted at this moment.

As the stone mill ground down again and again, it counted for itself in its heart.

Boom~

"Surrender."

Boom~

"Don't surrender."

Boom~

"Surrender."

Boom~

"Don't surrender~"

Tap, tap, tap~~

When seeing a figure in black clothes walk into the Taisha Tiangong again.

Meng Huai and the others finally made up their minds.

Pangu's grandfather!

I've already lost everything, what else is there to not let go of.

"Jailer! We surrender!"

"We are willing to become ghost gods, sincerely honor you as the Sect Master, obey your orders, and belong to the Netherworld!"

Xiang Xuanqing frowned: "Surrender?"

"Who allowed you to surrender?"

"Also, when did I ever promise to accept you as Netherworld ghost gods?"

"Don't just make things up in your heads!"

This series of rhetorical questions left Meng Huai and the others stunned.

Damn, the acting was overdone.

The jailer didn't seem to have given any promises!

It was all their own wishful thinking.

Damn!

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(End of chapter) *** **CHAPTER 36** **【36-0】 Sentencing You to Death; Candidate Ghost Gods**