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The deepest part of the underworld, the deepest of the eighteen levels of hell.

On the towering, eerie "Sending Immortals to Heaven Platform," Wutian had barely landed when he saw the Styx Ancestor rubbing his hands together, standing obsequiously beside him.

Without wasting any words, Wutian directly pulled out the [Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods] scroll filled with the true spirits of 130 disciples of the Western Sect and the Chan Sect from his bosom.

"The Lord's clone will be here soon. Make sure the extreme Yin energy fire in the blood pool burns brightly. Be efficient in your work later," Wutian instructed coldly.

"Alright, Captain Wutian, don't worry, I'll burn it so badly that not even bone fragments will be left." The Styx Ancestor was now as obedient as a servant boy, quickly waving his hand to add firewood to the brazier under the altar.

Just then, the space rippled, and Lin Xuan's emotionless martial arts clone descended onto the altar with perfect timing.

The clone snatched the fake Investiture of the Gods from Wutian without even glancing at it. With a sudden burst of force, it brutally and utterly crushed the scroll, along with the sealed space within, into dust as easily as squashing a brittle walnut.

"Splat!"

A series of extremely rapid sounds of shattering glass rang out. More than 130 miscellaneous True Spirits from the two sects, who had not yet had time to figure out what was going on, were directly exposed to the violent pressure of the tunnel.

The martial arts clone slammed its massive foot down on the altar. "Get the hell up there and serve in the heavens!"

An extremely terrifying repulsive force from the underground passage erupted instantly. These 130-plus true spirits didn't even have time to scream before transforming into 130-plus golden rays. Like a spectacular reverse meteor shower, they smashed through the dome of the underworld and recklessly hurtled towards the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Inside the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Laozu was sitting cross-legged on the fragment of the Creation Jade Disc, deducing the secrets of heaven. Suddenly, he heard an extremely violent buzzing sound emanating from the [Genuine Investiture of the Gods] hanging in mid-air, as if it were about to explode.

He looked up and was so startled that even his white beard trembled.

The once empty Investiture of the Gods list was suddenly and smoothly filled with a dense array of new names! There were all sorts of names: Mysterious Immortals, early-stage Golden Immortals, and even some newly initiated, lowly disciples! And they were all exclusively from the Western Sect and the Chan Sect!

"That bastard Lin Xuan! He's treating the Investiture of the Gods like the sewers of Heaven! He's just stuffing all this trash labor here to make up the numbers!" Hongjun was so angry that he gritted his teeth, almost breaking the whisk in his hand.

But he couldn't retaliate at all. The Heavenly Rules clearly stated that anyone who died during the Great Tribulation would have their true spirit listed on the list. Lin Xuan was completely exploiting a loophole in the rules, legally and legitimately inflating the Heavenly Court's power. Hongjun could only swallow this extremely disgusting injustice with a dark expression.

At the same time, at the Immortal Transformation Pool outside the South Gate of Heaven.

"Thump! Thump!"

Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, over 130 bald monks and Taoist priests in tattered robes crawled out of the pool in a disheveled state. Each of them, topped with extremely inferior incense-burning spirit bodies, looked around blankly.

Haotian was squatting by the pool, holding Lin Xuanci's God-Slaying Whip. Looking at this extremely cheap labor force, his old face beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Hahaha! Well done! Just in time!" Haotian laughed maniacally and violently, then suddenly swung his God-Slaying Whip, which lashed out at the back of the bald monk at the front, causing the monk to writhe on the ground in pain.

"Listen up, all of you! The Heavenly Court's sewer project, which hasn't been repaired for tens of thousands of years, officially begins today! You bunch of new good-for-nothings, all of you get to dig up the silt! Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll whip their spirit away!"

Haotian was now completely in a tough spot. Waving his whip, he acted like an extremely ruthless contractor, satisfyingly driving these once high and mighty disciples of the saint into the stinking sewers.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Pangu Palace...

Inside the finest white jade birthing room deep within the Moon Palace Wonderland, the atmosphere was completely different from the violent fighting outside; it was extremely calm and warm.

Lin Xuan rushed back in a great hurry and strode into the delivery room.

The room was filled with an extremely rich innate Yin energy and the wonderfully pleasant scent of osmanthus. Chang'e was lying on the exquisitely large bed, wearing only a thin white silk blouse.

This time she is pregnant with her second child. Because she has been nurturing herself in the extremely safe and pure environment of the Moon Palace Wonderland, she is free from any karmic obstacles and is in exceptionally good condition.

Chang'e had only a fine layer of sweat on her forehead. Although her brows were slightly furrowed, her clear eyes were full of tenderness as she stared intently at Lin Xuan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her hand tightly.

"Husband, why are you running so fast? I'm not in any pain at all. This little one is very well-behaved and hasn't made a fuss at all in my belly." Chang'e spoke in an extremely gentle voice, so soft and sweet that it could melt your bones.

"Absolutely. This is my child. If she's disobedient and dares to mess with you, I'll spank her bottom when she's born." Lin Xuan grinned and domineeringly wiped the sweat from Chang'e's forehead.