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Deep within the eighteenth level of hell, at the bottom of the Netherworld.

On the towering obsidian structure known as the "Sending Immortals to Heaven Altar," several extremely eerie, ghostly green flames burned. The surrounding air, filled with an intensely dense aura of yin and death, was so cold that it could instantly freeze an ordinary Golden Immortal into an icicle.

Lin Xuan, dressed in an extremely casual white short-sleeved shirt, stood at the very top of the altar with his hands casually in his pockets. His relaxed modern attire contrasted sharply with the bloody and oppressive environment of the underworld.

"Whoosh—"

With a very faint spatial fluctuation, Demon Lord Wutian, wrapped in the [Supreme Sky-Covering Cloak] that isolated the secrets of heaven, transformed into a cloud of black mist and landed steadily in front of Lin Xuan.

As the black mist dissipated, Wutian decisively knelt on one knee, respectfully raising the scroll of the [Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods], which emitted a dim yellow light, above his head.

"My lord, I have not failed in my mission. There were sixteen bald monks of the Western Sect at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level in that 'Gathering Place of Ultimate Bliss' on the edge of Xiniu Hezhou. I have sent them all away. Their true spirits are all here, not one of them was lost." Wutian's voice was so cold it was like ice crystals, but his tone was full of fanaticism for praise.

Lin Xuan reached out and took the scroll with great satisfaction.

The Great Perfection Divine Thought casually swept across the scroll. Sure enough, the sixteen Western Sect True Spirits, huddled together in extreme terror, were frantically bumping around in the sealed space like headless flies.

"Well done." Lin Xuan grinned and casually asked, "Didn't you leave any loose ends for Zhunti to follow? That old bald monk may be down on his luck now, but his nose is still pretty sharp."

Wu Tian raised his head and reported with great pride, "Rest assured, my lord, I never drag my feet when I do things. Not only did I take back all the boxes of top-grade spirit stones and offerings they embezzled, but I also left a line of words on the wall of the main hall in the blood of those bald monks."

"What I wrote is: 'Guang Chengzi, the eldest disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan Sect, is passing through this place and acting on behalf of Heaven!'" Wutian repeated his actions with great excitement.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into unrestrained laughter. The laughter echoed in the silent, empty hell, causing the hundreds of oil cauldrons around him to resonate.

"Hahahaha! Wutian, Wutian, I've really wasted your talent by giving you the position of captain! Your way of shifting blame is just too good to be true to the Demon Lord's cunning!" Lin Xuan patted Wutian's shoulder with great enthusiasm and gave him a thumbs up.

This is absolutely despicable. The Western Sect was already dirt poor from being robbed, and now their grassroots strongholds have been destroyed, their people are dead and their money is gone, and the name of the Chan Sect's chief disciple is still blatantly written on the wall.

Given Zhunti's meticulous and now extremely sensitive nature, even if he rationally suspects a trap, he will definitely hold a grudge against Yuanshi Tianzun. The dog-eat-dog drama is about to begin!

Lin Xuan suppressed his smile, his eyes instantly turning extremely cold and sharp.

"Since the meat's already on the chopping block, I'll continue being the philanthropist today and add a few more entries to Hongjun's empty Investiture of the Gods list!"

Lin Xuan strode to the center of the altar, casually holding the scroll of the "Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods" in mid-air with his left hand.

His foot stomped heavily on the obsidian floor tiles!

"boom!"

Within Lin Xuan's body, the [Earthly Dao Authority] that controlled the entire Netherworld's operation instantly went berserk. Endless earth-yellow earthly primordial energy surged wildly into his body along the four extremely yin energy pillars of the altar, forming an incomparably thick halo around him.

"Get the hell out of here and work in heaven!"

Lin Xuan let out an extremely arrogant low roar, his right hand clenching into a fist with extreme ferocity and irrationality. The terrifying squeezing force of the tunnel slammed directly onto the fragile pseudo-ranking board without reservation.

"Splat!"

A series of extremely crisp and dense cracking sounds exploded in mid-air. The scroll, along with the spatial seal inside, instantly shattered into countless fragments under Lin Xuan's violent physical crushing.

The sixteen Western Sect Taiyi True Spirits, now freed from their restraints, were exposed to the air and before they could even utter a mournful cry, their physical bodies and obsessions were forcibly crushed, transforming them into sixteen extremely dazzling golden aurora pillars.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

A golden light shot into the sky, directly shattering the dome of the eighteenth level of hell. Carrying the hypocritical aura unique to Western religion, it shot wildly towards the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Just as these sixteen beams of true spirit light were about to pierce through the earth's crust...

The once extremely stable sky above the Netherworld was suddenly struck by a deafening thunderclap!

"Boom—!"

A massive, purplish-black tribulation cloud, several times more violent than when Maitreya was crushed, abruptly gathered above the Underworld. Within the cloud, countless lightning bolts writhed wildly, each as thick as a bucket. This was Heaven's extreme warning of Lin Xuan's utterly shameless and mass-produced cheating in "filling in the rankings."

The terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Dao crashed down like a thousand mountains. The Styx Ancestor and tens of thousands of ghost messengers below the altar were so frightened that they once again knelt down with practiced ease, not daring to even raise their heads.

Lin Xuan stood at the highest point of the altar, facing the Heavenly Dao's oppressive power that was enough to obliterate a Quasi-Saint, without even blinking.

"Warn me? Besides scaring people with thunder, what else can you do?! I'm helping you meet your targets, and not only do you not give me a bonus, you dare to turn against me!"

Lin Xuan arrogantly raised his head and rudely raised his right hand to give a huge middle finger to the rolling tribulation clouds in the sky!

"roll!"

With a furious shout from Lin Xuan, the aura of his earthly origin exploded. The earthy yellow earthly light transformed into an extremely thick, indestructible hemispherical barrier, forcefully confronting the heavenly tribulation clouds.

In this small corner of the underworld, the authority of the underground passage is the absolute rule.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the void. Lin Xuan's earthen shield didn't even crack, while the seemingly extremely violent celestial purple-black tribulation clouds were like snowflakes hitting a red-hot iron plate. After a violent tumbling and a resentful thunderclap, they were forcefully pushed away and vanished completely.

Lin Xuan leisurely withdrew his middle finger and blew away non-existent dust.

Meanwhile, outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, inside the main hall of the Purple Cloud Palace.

The official version of the Investiture of the Gods, which had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly emitted an extremely loud buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, sixteen golden beams plunged violently into the depths of the scroll.

The list, which originally contained only the solitary name "Maitreya," suddenly and seamlessly expanded to include sixteen new divine positions. In each position, the name of a disciple of the Western Sect's Taiyi sect was written in glaring gold lettering.