Jiang Zitaotian did not want to say his own story. He stared at Shen Gong Le with a suspicious look: "Who are you? There is no name of yours in the Shengen Table, and I have heard the Emperor Wu Tian say that you have not left any true spirit. You can't be Shen Gong Le."
He secretly chanted a secret formula of the Three Immortal Flames within his sleeves.
"Ha ha, the Table of Enshrinement? Oh yes, yes, I had almost forgotten. The Primordial Sovereign personally handed you the Table of Enshrinement. How much importance he placed on it! What sincere teacher-student affection! It's such a distant memory," Shen Gong Le sneered coldly: "You're still so naive. You overestimate the Table of Enshrinement and underestimate the methods of the Daoist Sage."
He pointed at Jiang Ziya's head: "There is not a trace of true spirit within me, that is not false. In fact, I was born with your thoughts and memories. The Empress pitied me, and that is why she gave me a sliver of life. There is nothing in this world for me to cherish. I must return. After all these years of knowing you, as my junior apprentice, I will give you one final piece of advice: this Zhongyuan Assembly will not be peaceful. As a minor immortal like you, you could be crushed by the mere finger of a powerful sage. Don't go trying to be heroic."
When Jiang Ziya wanted to say something else, Shen Gong Le had already vanished without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.
Standing in place and pondering for a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head.
On the side of the Caodao school, in addition to the Baihe Tongsizi guarding the Yuxu Palace, all other immortals were to participate in the dharma assembly. How could he, Jiang Ziya, refuse the invitation of the Daoist Sage? Who attended the Dharma Assembly may be forgotten by Lady Ping Xin or she may not bother to remember, but who didn't come, she must be very clear.
No matter what twists and turns the dharma assembly might have, Jiang Ziya was determined to go. If there's a calamity at the assembly, it's just a matter of life and death either way. He has died before; he would just be going to the Underworld, a one-step journey, how convenient?
Dying is not feared, but offending Ping Xin Lady would be unimaginable.
Go, must go!
On the day of the 14th day of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell are opened. All ghosts who have thoughts and memories of humans and their families are allowed to return to the mortal world for a day.
This day has exhausted all personnel in the Underworld.
At first, everything was good, full of warmth. But what followed can be regarded as a nightmare.
Not all ghosts are carrying good intentions. Maybe they originally wanted to reunite with their loved ones, but seeing the dense vitality on their loved ones, the idea of imbalance emerged in their hearts: why did I die, while you are still alive? Good intentions turned into evil ones immediately. Such contradictions occurred one after another all over the place, and the Underworld needed to send people to deal with the aftermath.
Busy!
From the Ten Courts of Hell's King Yama to the lowest-ranking ghost soldiers, the many Wu tribes in the Underworld all joined in. But this was still not enough; the number of ghosts released by Lady Ping Xin this time was simply too vast.
Xiong Bing Dui Jen, Yizhong Pusa, and Dongyue Dijun were all called upon.
When you come to our place for favors, now that there's trouble, you should all stand together.
The Underworld felt that what Lady Ping Xin had done this time was too imprudent, but no one dared to say so, not even daring to think it.
Lady Ping Xin is not the Earth Mother, and the Wu tribe enjoys the protection of the saint and has obtained a precious place to live. Even if what she did might have its own deeper meaning, or even if it were just a wild goose chase, as your mother has protected you for so many years, allowing you to move around can't be a big problem.
Di Jiang had no time to use his head to hit the Huatan Bell at this moment. He also didn't have time to kill the Jian Tribe. He transformed into a human-shaped teleportation array, continuously dispatching ghost soldiers from the Underworld to resolve disputes all over Hongwu.
The Wu tribe members have no methods to resolve disputes; it's just about choosing between battle axes, great hammers, and great swords.
originally wanted to use gentle means to solve problems and find ways through, but after realizing there was too much to handle, they felt that the Wu tribe's methods of resolving disputes were very scientific and began to follow suit.
Huang Tianhua stripped off his official robes and picked up the Eight-sided Purple Gold Hammer he used in the Battle of God Enshrinement, and performed a double-bladed whirlwind for a while.
As a disciple, Daji was even busier. Deng ChanYu received the same treatment as Di Jiang, sending people to all corners of the primeval chaos.
In battle, she could instantaneously teleport a thousand or ten thousand times in a moment, sending a few ghosts to handle matters. The slight consumption for her was nothing, and the main burden was on her heart.
All the forces connected to the Underworld were kept busy for an entire day because of Lady Ping Xin's decision.
Especially by evening, the ghosts became even more frenzied. What was previously limited to verbal disputes was now settled with a hammer strike by the Wu tribe ghost soldiers; one swing from each soldier would resolve a dispute.
The resentment of the ghosts in the evening was incredibly strong, and some people even lost their lives because of it.
Lady Ping Xin's intention was to give hope to all beings, and the Underworld could not let a good thing turn bad. The king of hell and the judges, all those with the authority to hold the scrolls of life and death, were given priority in processing deceased souls.
Absolutely not let them die, especially not on this day!
All kinds of returning to life, all kinds of modifying lifespan, the chaotic Book of Life and Death has become even more chaotic now.
The pressure on Di Jiang and Deng ChanYu, who were responsible for transportation, also increased.
Precise teleportation is not easy, especially at their level. It's already hard for them to distinguish between Zhang San and Li Si; they are all ordinary people, looking completely indistinguishable. They have to use more of their mental and spiritual energy to locate them.
In this entire day, the most exhausted were the King of Hell, Daji, the Earth Mother, and Dongyue DiJen. They had to deal with too many documents. Next to them were Di Jiang and Deng ChanYu, who were also very busy transporting people all over the primeval chaos.
At midnight, another big event occurred.
Over the East Sea, ten thousand beams of golden light rose, and the silhouette of a dragon soared across the sky, its roar echoing throughout the East Sea.
From Ao Guang to the shrimp soldiers and crab generals below, everyone was stunned. They had never imagined that a true dragon was hiding in their own Dragon Palace.
The Yellow Dragon Immortal had practiced for eight years and successfully broke through to the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal. The strong Yin energy in the primeval chaos led him to make a mistake, thinking that there had been a great calamity in the primeval chaos. With his kind-hearted nature, he broke through the bottleneck and emerged.
His appearance completely exonerated Duo Ba, avenging the wrongs inflicted upon him. In response, the Juéjiào exacted its revenge. Accusing our eldest brother was a death sentence!
The Emperor of the Heavens, who had been sitting by and watching the chaos in the primeval chaos, now turned his gaze upon the Yellow Dragon Immortal. Such an ordinary person had broken through? Could it be that the HongmengPurple Qi was upon him?
"The one in a soap-colored robe is Huang Long!"
"That one with a beard is Huang Long!"
Huang Long has already become a Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he's not afraid of ordinary figures, but the situation is too chaotic.
In crucial moments, Yushu Zhenren stepped forward to pull him back to the Yuxu Palace.
The chaos-ridden 14th day of the 7th month finally came to an end. All ghosts returned to the Underworld, and the gates of hell closed.
It is the 15th day of the 7th month, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival that occurs once a year.
Rest? It doesn't exist. One must present their best appearance for the conference today.
She doesn't know about Di Jiang's situation. She guesses that the ancestor wu have endless strength and probably don't know what it means to be tired in this lifetime. Anyway, she's extremely tired.
She sat in the emperor's sedan chair of Daji, and she soon fell asleep.
