Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

The rules established by the lords of the Three Realms in their early years are rules that no one can transgress.

All he could do at this moment was to observe from the shadows and perhaps intervene to save Lin Zhu's life when necessary. As for the other enforcers of the Three Realms... well, that was up to fate. If necessary, sacrificing a pawn to save the king was a last resort.

Meanwhile, at the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise, the Buddha sat serenely on his lotus throne, his face expressionless. He even harbored a secret sense of satisfaction at Lin Zhu's actions in causing trouble for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Although Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva belongs to Buddhism, his influence is relatively independent, and some of his ideas differ slightly from the mainstream of Lingshan.

Let Lin Zhu, this "troublemaker," mess with Ksitigarbha. Regardless of the outcome, it can weaken the independence of Ksitigarbha's power to some extent, or at least keep him preoccupied with other matters.

This would undoubtedly be extremely advantageous for the Western Paradise to take the opportunity to vigorously promote the Water and Land Ceremony in Jambudvipa and select the pilgrim. Therefore, the Western Paradise would not interfere; on the contrary, they hoped that the pilgrims would cause trouble for as long as possible.

Amidst this situation where various forces harbored ulterior motives, tacitly approved, or even secretly promoted the situation, Lin Zhu, along with the Blood Sea Army and his own Three Realms Enforcers, finally arrived at the territory of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The scene before them filled everyone with a strange sense of unease and dissatisfaction.

This place has transcended the normal boundaries of the Netherworld, seemingly a strange space independent of the Three Realms.

Without solid ground or a clear sky, what lies before you is a vast world as boundless as the starry sky, yet filled with disorder and chaos.

Huge, fractured mountain ranges float silently like suspended islands; the ruins of grand palaces and pavilions, having lost their foundations, have not fallen, but remain suspended forlornly in the void; one can even see vast expanses of dried-up riverbeds and withered forest plains.

They seemed to have been torn off by some enormous force and then carelessly abandoned in this space, scattered and drifting slowly, yet strangely they did not fall into the underworld below.

The entire space gives people a sense of chaos, with "maximum entropy" and broken rules.

Looking at the scene, the Styx Patriarch's blood-red eyes flashed with a complex emotion. He snorted coldly and spoke to Lin Zhu beside him.

"see it?
This is the ruins left behind when Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, causing the sky to tilt to the northwest and the earth to sink to the southeast, shattering the Three Realms! It is a fragment of land that was not fully incorporated into the new order of the Three Realms! Kid, you've never seen this before, have you?

There is no complete protection of the laws of the Three Realms and Heavenly Dao here!

His tone carried a hint of smugness, as if he were mocking Lin Zhu, this "junior," for being unsophisticated.

Lin Zhu had indeed never been to such a place before, but he did not show surprise or bewilderment as the Styx Patriarch had expected. Instead, he frowned slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the floating fragments, especially some dilapidated palaces that looked like they were man-made and had an ancient and unique style, and he muttered to himself.

"These things...don't look like naturally formed rocks..."

However, his primary purpose for this trip was to fight, to seek revenge, and to complete his mission; he had little interest in exploring these ancient secrets. He simply noted down these doubts for the time being and turned his attention to the direction indicated by the Styx Patriarch.

Following the blood-red fingertips of the Styx Patriarch, a particularly striking area can be seen deep within this chaotic space.

It was a land shrouded in a murky, dark atmosphere, as if all light and hope had been swallowed up by it.

Countless dark figures, moving with a limp, zombie-like gait, could be vaguely seen on the land, and a black lake, exuding an ominous aura, meandered through it like a giant python.

In the heart of that land stood a vast and magnificent dark temple, yet it exuded an aura of endless sorrow and depravity.

"That is the lair of that bald monk, Ksitigarbha!"

The Styx Patriarch's voice was deep and filled with deep-seated hatred.

He himself called it—the Five Turbidities and Evil World!

"A defiled and evil world?"

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed in Lin Zhu's eyes.

Although he was not an expert in Western religious texts, as a high-ranking official in the Three Realms, he had some knowledge of some basic classics.

According to some Buddhist scriptures, the so-called Five Turbidities refer to the turbidity of the age, the turbidity of views, the turbidity of afflictions, the turbidity of sentient beings, and the turbidity of life. These are extremely difficult and turbid places where the Buddha's teachings cannot be illuminated.

Some even say that no Buddha will appear in this evil world.

Western religious scriptures have always been a mixture of truth and falsehood, full of metaphors and exaggerations, but the saying "there is no Buddha in this turbid world" combined with the strange scenery of this land before him, Lin Zhu felt that it might have some truth to it.

"You actually know the name of this place?"

The Styx Patriarch glanced at Lin Zhu with some surprise.

"Have heard a little bit."

Lin Zhu responded calmly, her gaze still fixed on that dark land.

"It seems the records are true. This place indeed matches the description of 'five turbidities,' with turbid air rising to the sky and the laws of nature distorted."

The Patriarch of the Styx snorted coldly.

"Hmph! So what if you know the name? This place is extremely strange. This patriarch has not seen the true form of that scoundrel Ksitigarbha for ten thousand years."

Moreover, within this realm of the Five Turbidities and Evils, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is nearly depleted, replaced by a strange turbid energy. For us cultivators, our magical power is greatly depleted and difficult to replenish in this place, and the power of our supernatural abilities is also greatly reduced.

Unless one can invoke the power of other beings, or forcibly tear apart the rules of this space with absolute strength, it will be difficult to truly unleash a massacre and wipe out his dojo!

In the end, the Styx Patriarch's tone also carried a hint of helplessness and frustration.

This might be one of the reasons why he hasn't been able to truly defeat Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva all these years; the opponent's geographical advantage is simply too obvious. Lin Zhu, upon hearing this, curled his lip and complained.

"That sounds really frustrating, so many restrictions even when you're fighting."

The Styx Patriarch was already in a bad mood, and hearing this made him even more furious.

"Do you think this patriarch is willing? If not, how could I allow him, Dizang, to be so arrogant here for ten thousand years!"

However, faced with this unfavorable environment, Lin Zhu did not show any worry on his face. Instead, a chilling smile slowly crept onto his face. He licked his dry lips, and his eyes flashed with an excited and dangerous light.

"Feeling frustrated? Not at all. Has the Patriarch forgotten? I don't have the habit of arriving empty-handed."

He paused, his tone becoming sinister yet carrying a strange sense of anticipation.

"There are usually only two outcomes. Either others obediently 'deliver' what I want, or... it's my turn to give them a 'treasure' I'll never forget!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched his storage space, where a [Heavenly Thunder Profound Fire Ball], forcibly compressed from more than twenty Heavenly Tribulation Powers and Nine Phoenix Witch Fire, lay quietly, its destructive energy trembling slightly, as if responding to its master's call.

Seeing that Lin Zhu, facing the troublesome Five Turbid World, not only did not back down in the slightest, but instead revealed a chillingly sinister smile, the Styx Patriarch was puzzled.

The next moment, he saw Lin Zhu flip his wrist, and a dark red marble about the size of a longan appeared in his palm. It was perfectly round, with faint lightning and fire patterns flowing on its surface, and at first glance, it looked like a child's toy.

The marbles seemed ordinary, but with the cultivation of the Styx Patriarch at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level and the knowledge of countless eons, he instantly sensed that they contained an extremely terrifying, highly compressed power full of destruction and tyranny!

He was familiar with that power; it was none other than the purest and most domineering power of heavenly tribulation in the world! Moreover, it was by no means a single lightning tribulation, but a destructive energy aggregate formed by forcibly merging, compressing, and condensing dozens of Golden Immortal and Taiyi Golden Immortal lightning tribulations to the extreme!

"This...this is...the Taiyi Extinction Divine Lightning?! No, it's even purer and more violent than that!"

The Styx Patriarch's pupils shrank sharply, and for the first time, an undisguised look of astonishment appeared on his face. He even asked in a trembling voice.

"You...where did you get such a treasure?! Such pure and refined heavenly tribulation power is rare even in ancient times. It requires a special formation to activate celestial phenomena and countless years to collect even a trace. You..."

Lin Zhu glanced at him with a look of disdain that suggested he was a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. She casually tossed the extremely dangerous "marble" around, speaking as if she were talking about the nice weather.

"Times have changed, Old Ming. You can't live by the old ways anymore. I naturally have my own ways and methods to get these 'trinkets.' Although the process is a bit troublesome, the advantage is... there's enough of it."

He paused, then deliberately spoke in a serious tone, teasingly.

"So, my patriarch, to be a person... no, to be a god or a demon, you must know how to be flexible and keep up with the times. Always clinging to the old ways of fighting and clashing head-on will easily lead to losses. Look at me, casually 'picking up' some heavenly tribulations to play with, and they come in handy at crucial moments, don't they?"

The Styx Patriarch was nearly choked by Lin Zhu's twisted logic, utterly bewildered, and his worldview was severely shaken. Playing around with picking up heavenly tribulations?!
If someone else had said those words, he would have slapped them so hard they would have been sent to the depths of hell to be reborn!
But looking at the real lightning bead in Lin Zhu's hand, radiating a power that even made him feel a chill, and recalling Lin Zhu's terrifying act of "stealing the Heavenly Tribulation" earlier, he suddenly felt that this kid might... might really have some incredible and bizarre way of acquiring the power of the Heavenly Tribulation in bulk?!
This thought sent chills down his spine, and at the same time gave him a completely new and more unfathomable understanding of Lin Zhu's strength and methods.

This kid absolutely cannot be judged by common sense!
More importantly, he realized that the "marble" in Lin Zhu's hand, which contained a massive amount of heavenly tribulation power, might actually have an unexpected effect! The power of heavenly tribulation, being extremely yang and strong, represents the punishment and purification of the Heavenly Dao. In a sense, it is the nemesis of the annihilation, turbidity, and distorted rules represented by this "Five Turbid Worlds"! Using it to forcefully bombard this place might really break the silence of this void and tear apart that suffocating defense!

Just as the Styx Patriarch was racing through his thoughts, Lin Zhu had already ignored him. Holding that dangerous "marble," Lin Zhu, with a savage grin on his face, strode confidently toward that murky, dark, and evil world.

When he was still hundreds of feet away from that eerie boundary, he stopped, focused his energy in his dantian, and then gathered all his magical power, letting out a thunderous and provocative shout towards that deathly darkness.

"Listen up, you bald monks inside! Ksitigarbha! Stop hiding in your turtle shell! Get out here right now!"

He held the dark red thunder bead high in his hand, his smile growing even brighter and more...infuriating.

"Your Grandpa Lin Zhu is in a good mood today, so he came to see you on his own."

"Come out! To play! Pinball!!!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, carrying Lin Zhu's powerful magic, and it rushed into the silence of the Five Turbid World that seemed to devour everything, echoing and surging within it!
……

Within the defiled world, the power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had already sensed the unusual activity in the outside world.

The overwhelming aura of blood and the chilling divine might of the Heavenly Court were impossible to ignore.

In various places of that dark land, there are the six great envoys under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, as well as the six hundred and sixty-six emanations of Ksitigarbha who are said to have saved all sentient beings in the six realms.

There were also countless Asura monks with numb faces and empty eyes, who had been completely converted and converted, and at this moment they were like cold stone statues.

Standing silently, countless gazes, some cold, some compassionate, some numb, pierced through the murky darkness, coldly watching the murderous allied army outside.

At the highest point of this strange world, in the endless void, the true form of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, draped in an old yet clean kasaya, sits serenely on a dark lotus throne that appears ordinary but actually contains boundless vows.

Even when the Patriarch of the Styx came in person, and even when Lin Zhu arrived with the power of the Heavenly Court, he remained as unchanging as an ancient rock, his face compassionate and calm, not even lifting his eyelids, as if all the disturbances in the outside world could not shake him in the slightest.

Speaking on his behalf was the divine beast Di Ting, who lay beside his lotus throne. Di Ting raised its head and spoke in human language, its voice grand and ethereal, carrying an undeniable majesty as it responded to the provocations from the outside world.

"Your Excellency the God of Hell, Lord of the Styx River. My Lord Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, as instructed by Shakyamuni Buddha, made a great vow to remain in the netherworld before all sentient beings in the six realms of suffering are liberated and before the future Buddha Maitreya is born, to teach and guide the souls of the dead, and to refrain from warfare and war."

This is supreme compassion, and also the supreme decree of the Dharma. You have come carrying weapons, thus violating the precept against killing. Please retreat immediately, lest you harm yourselves and add to your sins!

Its voice echoed through the turbid world, carrying a strange, soothing power.

The Treasure Goddess stood to one side, gazing at the white-clad figure outside who filled her with such hatred. She recalled being forced by him in Heaven to wear the utterly shameful "Dancing Celestial Maiden" attire. Her anger flared, but she maintained a cold facade, echoing his words. (End of Chapter)