Chapter 57: The New Member of the Underworld: The Newly Appointed Ghost God

“Why haven’t they returned yet? Could something have happened?”

In the Underworld, another sigh rose from Ming He.

He could not stop thinking about his little brother Wang Chuan.

“Relax.”

Xiang Xuanqing was starting to get a headache from the constant muttering and turned to Ming He: “You’ve never worried this much about yourself when you go out.”

“Do you really need to worry so much about Wu You and Wang Chuan?”

“It’s different.”

Ming He’s face was serious: “Wang Chuan is going out for the first time. I originally planned to take him along to see the world.”

“But now I’ve returned, and he hasn’t—could something have gone wrong?”

“Stop muttering so much; maybe they’ll be safer that way.”

Xiang Xuanqing shook his head. Ming He had always taken opportunities to tease Wang Chuan—otherwise, Wang Chuan wouldn’t run away whenever he saw him.

Now suddenly acting so concerned—could it be that he’s just itching to cause trouble again?

“If you’re too bored, go hatch this golden egg.”

Xiang Xuanqing pushed the golden egg toward Ming He.

They had spent hours studying it—accelerating time for hatching, boiling it in Huang Quan water, roasting it over Ming Fire… all the conventional methods had been tried.

They were only one step away from using brute force to dismantle it.

At that moment, Xiang Xuanqing’s own Dao body—the Qingyi Dragon God [Da Siming] embedded as a spy among the Dragon Clan—sent a message.

Da Siming said this batch of colored eggs was developed by the Dragon Clan’s Qiantian Palace, and they were definitely valuable.

But what exactly the egg would hatch into, Da Siming did not know.

It depended on opportunity.

“Just now, the Turtle Chancellor was mysteriously vague, telling me only: ‘When opportunity arrives, the egg will hatch.’”

“I am the Great Dragon God of Yunmeng Marsh, burdened with countless affairs—do I have the leisure to wait for opportunity? Of course not!”

“So in the Eastern Dragon Palace, I smashed one on the spot—and nothing happened.”

“Hey, forget it—the Turtle Chancellor is chasing me right now. That old bastard has such a short temper! It’s just an egg! So stingy.”

“In short, you’d better not smash your golden egg. I suspect it’s truly something valuable—hold onto it for now.”

Upon hearing this, Ming He felt disappointed.

Whatever came from the Dragon Clan’s First Research Institute certainly wasn’t Zulong’s egg.

And when Xiang Xuanqing learned that forced dismantling was useless, he decided to temporarily abandon research.

“This egg doesn’t belong with me—leave it with you. If anything goes wrong, you can just toss it into Tai Sha Tian Gong.”

Ming He knew his own limits: if he kept it with Xiang Xuanqing, it might actually produce something remarkable.

If he took it for study, he might hatch something bizarre and strange.

“Fine.”

Xiang Xuanqing waved his hand and sent the egg into the Third Heavenly Palace—Wu Cheng Tian Gong.

Wu Cheng Tian Gong housed some of Xiang Xuanqing’s collected Ling Bao, as well as many alchemical achievements.

Of course, most of them were not quite orthodox.

This golden egg fit perfectly there—no matter what hatched, it would certainly be no match for the Wu De-saturated Ling Bao inside the palace.

“Come, let’s go to Tai Sha Tian Gong.”

Xiang Xuanqing patted Ming He’s shoulder.

“Great!” Ming He smiled.

“It’s been ages since I saw my ‘old friend.’ I’ve missed them.”

Many of the containment items in Tai Sha Tian Gong had been captured by him and Xiang Xuanqing together.

When Xiang Xuanqing and Ming He appeared together in Tai Sha Tian Gong, the entire palace erupted.

“Look who’s here?”

“Hahaha, isn’t this the ‘big fish’? Back then, you rammed straight into my Luo Tian Net and almost got pulled up.”

“Oh my, Ming He, haven’t we not seen each other for hundreds of millions of years? I’ve missed you.”

“Ming He, I’ve missed you too. Seeing you brings back memories of my glorious past—alas, those days are gone forever.”

“I regret it so much—I shouldn’t have fished for that fish back then. Now look where I am.”

Ming He’s arrival was met with enthusiastic welcome from all the containment items.

They were ecstatic.

Seeing this “old acquaintance,” they all recalled their former glory.

Back then, they were master fishermen, experts at setting traps.

At that time, the heavens were vast, the cosmos boundless.

Ming He was often inside, while they were outside.

But now, the heavens have changed.

They are inside, and Ming He is outside.

In the Blood Pool Hell, the Saint Sect’s Senior Brother [Fu Zhu] laughed: “You don’t understand!”

“This is our Sect Master’s brilliant strategy.”

“The ‘fish’ you see? That’s the Sect Master’s bait.”

“Otherwise, how could we all have been caught?”

Upon hearing this, sixty percent of the containment items enthusiastically agreed.

“Our Sect Master is wise and mighty—we are utterly unworthy!” These sixty percent were those who had been caught precisely because they had trapped Ming He.

“They really accept you as their Sect Master?”

Ming He didn’t mind their mockery; instead, he looked curiously at Xiang Xuanqing: “Your Youming Sheng Sect has no shortage of talent!”

“What sect? Don’t listen to their nonsense,” Xiang Xuanqing shook his head.

The Saint Sect’s Senior Brother [Fu Zhu] shouted: “Ming He, our Sect Master thought our name sounded bad, so we’ve changed it to ‘Chan Sect.’”

“To expound the Sect Master’s teachings and enlighten all living beings.”

“What do you think?”

Ming He nodded: “The intent is admirable.”

All the containment items laughed.

“Fine! If Ming He approves, then from now on we’ll call ourselves disciples of the Chan Sect.”

“Get out, get out!”

Xiang Xuanqing’s face darkened: “What are you all riling up for?”

“Stay quiet and behave yourselves. Don’t try any tricks—or Meng Huai will be your example!”

He pointed toward the Fire Sea Hell.

Meng Huai, the Second Senior Brother of the Youming Sheng Sect, was still undergoing punishment.

He had already calmed down.

But as soon as he heard Xiang Xuanqing had arrived, he started screaming again.

Xiang Xuanqing ignored him.

He directly cast two true spirits into the palace.

These were the two original Tian Jun of the Yin-Yang Universe.

“The Eighteen Hells—take turns!”

Xiang Xuanqing ordered the palace.

“My goodness, these two kids are something else!”

“They’ve experienced the full Tai Sha Tian Gong package—what an achievement!”

“Hehe, isn’t that the truth?”

The containment items all watched with amusement, showing not a shred of sympathy.

As always: these two scoundrels didn’t deserve to be grouped with them.

After assigning the two scoundrel Tian Jun, Xiang Xuanqing and Ming He entered the Inner Cosmos.

Within the C-shaped universe.

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhen Jun was nearly driven mad.

Ever since being placed in solitary confinement by Xiang Xuanqing, he had been restless.

Because his neighbors were devout followers.

They chanted scriptures daily, seeking to transform him.

And incidentally, to transform Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhen Jun as well.

“True Jun, submit yourself.”

“Join us, and fall with us into the Underworld.”

“True Jun, our Sect Master has great hopes for you—otherwise, why would he have been the first to send you into the Inner Cosmos?”

“You are the true Senior Brother!”

“Come, come, join us on the Dao, become a Ghost God!”

Within the cosmos, the sound of the Dao filled every ear.

Those devotees stared with fanatic eyes, regarding the recruitment of new disciples as their sacred duty.

The True Lord of Flying Demon, Yan Qing, could finally no longer hold out.

“No, I’m saying, all of you—just turn into ghosts already!”

“Go on, then—turn one of you into a ghost deity and show me!”

“You haven’t even succeeded yourselves—why drag me into this?”

“Once you succeed, I won’t say a word—I’ll devote myself to the Underworld!”

“You said it yourself!” In Universe Bing-6, a deity clad in black robes with a plain sash, wearing a black-and-gold Daoist crown, sat in solemn repose.

Around him, swirling primordial waves and shimmering divine light appeared.

At this moment, the black-robed, black-crowned deity was expounding the Dao, with majestic and resplendent celestial music filling the ears, thunderous and majestic divine roars echoing, and profound, elusive Daoic resonance drifting through the air.

“The Underworld’s universal salvation brings all beings liberation. By the Lord’s decree, listen to me: All ghosts and deities, transcending the yin realm, whose divine forms remain obscure, shall hear the Dao and…”

The great Dao’s resonant voice rang out.

The deity’s aura first continuously weakened, dwindling to its absolute lowest point.

Then, abruptly reversing, it erupted with overwhelming, boundless power.

Seeing this, the True Lord of Flying Demon, Yan Qing, stared in shock:

“Holy shit—you’re actually doing it? I just said it offhand!”

“Are you messing with me?!”

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