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On the path to the Gate of Reincarnation, there is a newly built bridge.

This bridge is so wide that it can allow a million souls to cross within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

This is a bridge that Jun Muqian temporarily created using the laws of creation, and it has the same function as the Bridge of Helplessness.

The underworld suddenly suspended all its operations, and all the gods and ghosts stood on the banks of the River of Oblivion, clutching their belongings and looking around.

"What a commotion! Could it be that Lord Ksitigarbha is trying to deliver us all from suffering?"

"I heard that Lord Ksitigarbha has not been in the underworld these days. He has gone out to travel around with Di Ting. It can't be his."

"You're all a bunch of fools! Only the Supreme Lord, who has reached the pinnacle of the laws of creation, can erect a Bridge of Helplessness with a wave of his hand!"

Lord of the Primordial World!

This title shocked even the gods and ghosts.

None of them had met Jun Muqian, but they were certainly aware of her achievements.

If she hadn't turned the tide when the great calamity of the primordial world arrived, the primordial world would no longer exist.

“Brother Wang, Xiao Qian said that the cycle of reincarnation lasts for seven days.” Ye Wanlan looked at He Jia. “Seven days later, I will come to pick you up and take you back to Shenzhou.”

The words "return to the Central Plains" carried an immense weight for Hejia.

Even someone as taciturn as him has a thousand words to say at this moment.

"Okay." Hejia said softly, "Xiaolan, your brother is waiting for you."

He led the soldiers of Yanshan onto the bridge first.

The soldiers also looked around with great curiosity.

"Is it really the underworld?" Xiang Qingtian stroked his chin. "I've only ever seen it in folk tales. I never imagined that the real underworld would be even more magnificent than described in the books."

Xiang Mingyu said, "Alan told us that what happens in other worlds becomes a story in another world."

"Thanks to Xiao Yongning, I've also managed to take a trip to the mythical world," Xiang Qingtian laughed. "Sister, see you again in seven days."

He recalled the words he had spoken before he died in battle—

Xiang Qingtian wanted to ride alone on the road to the Yellow Springs.

The journey to the River of Oblivion is long; he can go alone.

Unexpectedly, these whimsical thoughts actually became a reality.

He was not the only one walking this road; his family and the soldiers who stood with him to guard the land were also on it.

"Alan, your brother..." Before leaving, Xiang Mingyu repeatedly instructed, "He really wants to kill your husband. You should try to coax him. You know, Xiao He dotes on you, and he will definitely listen to what you say."

"Don't worry, Aunt." Ye Wanlan smiled. "I don't need to get involved in this matter. Listening to it will solve it."

"What?" Xiang Mingyu exclaimed in surprise. "No, no, I know he is the supreme master of the martial arts world and his martial arts skills are very high, but you also know Xiao He's temper. Xiao He really will kill people."

"Doesn't Auntie believe me?" Ye Wanlan said meaningfully. "Tingting is extremely skilled in this area; he can appease my brother."

"Of course your aunt believes you, but..." Xiang Mingyu said helplessly, "I will try my best to be ahead of the cycle of reincarnation and stop this war!"

Ye Wanlan stood at the beginning of the bridge, watching her people embark on this path of reincarnation.

Every Chinese person who stepped onto the bridge turned around and paid tribute to her.

Ye Wanlan suddenly remembered the history she had seen.

On that day, millions perished on the continent of China.

Her ears were once again filled with their defiant shouts.

"China will not perish!"

"China will not perish!"

And so, they were brutally murdered by the enemy. Their remains were buried forever on the land they loved, but their wronged souls had nowhere to rest.

From the moment she returned to China, this history became a permanent source of pain for her; she would wake up in the middle of the night, her pillow soaked with tears.

Ye Wanlan closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks again.

She finally rescued them; she did not let them down.

“Next is the physical body.” Jun Muqian pinched her chin. “Although a million people is really too many, this matter is very simple for my third senior sister.”

Ying Zijin explained, "Nuwa created humans with just clay and water."

“It is indeed written in mythology.” Ye Wanlan nodded. “This time, we really owe a lot to you all.”

"Don't be so formal, and don't stand on ceremony." Jun Muqian waved her hand. "We are all members of the Space Guardians, so we should—"

Before she could finish speaking, Ying Zijing used a physical silencing technique on her.

The Lord's mouth was covered.

Ying Zijin: "A foolish name. You are forbidden to speak."

Jun Muxian: "..."

The eight people left the underworld and returned to the mountaintop.

"Third Senior Sister, I'm entrusting this last matter to you." Jun Muqian recounted the whole story. "No one is more skilled at creating babies than you."

Upon hearing this, Hongjun raised an eyebrow: "That's true. However, when I traveled among humans in my mortal form, I would often hear some humans complaining that Nuwa, why didn't you sculpt them better when you were making them?"

"Oh?" Nuwa was somewhat surprised. "The people nowadays weren't created by me. I only created the very first batch of people."

“Sister Nuwa, what Grandpa Hongjun means is that those people are not satisfied with their appearance.” Si Fuqing blinked. “It’s not that you sculpted them.”

"I see." Nuwa suddenly realized. "But when I first started making people, I didn't really think about that much, because I ran out of time in the end, so I could only use willow branches to dip into the mud and water."

Hongjun's smile vanished. He stared at Si Fuqing: "...Grandpa?"

Si Fuqing: "There's no problem. You've lived for over a million years."

"Alright." Hongjun took a deep breath. "Since that's the case, and Nuwa and I aren't that far apart in age, why do you call Nuwa 'elder sister'?"

Si Fuqing said quite frankly, "Sister Nuwa is beautiful. Of course, you should call a beautiful person 'sister'."

Hongjun: "..."

Isn't he handsome?

Hongjun became somewhat withdrawn and lost interest in playing chess.

Nuwa was quite happy to resume her old ways and pulled Hua Li along to help.

Jun Muqian then realized that someone was missing: "Where is Fifth Senior Brother?"

"Hmm." Fu Yunshen casually replied as he fed Ying Zijin, "Brother Rong threw her into some unknown little world."

He paused, then slowly added, "His abilities and memories were also sealed."

Jun Muqian sighed, "Oh dear, he must have been being too talkative again."

She had no intention of rescuing Lu Ya.

A primordial demon god like Lu Ya should undergo tribulations just like other immortals.

It doesn't matter if there's no calamity; she can create one artificially.

"The matter in Shenzhou has been resolved, and we have exactly seven days left," Ying Zijing said calmly after calculating with her fingers. "That's enough time for us to attack the Time Management Bureau."

Ye Wanlan stood beside her: "Okay, let's go now."

This time, we'll crush the entire Time Management Bureau! (End of Chapter)