The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

After looking at Huang Quanjin's interface, Gu Xu remained silent for about three seconds.

In those three seconds, his mental activity roughly went through three stages.

First second: Oh, level 100, pseudo-god level, that's something.

Second second: 35,000,000,000 health points? Three hundred and fifty billion? Is that health or the GDP of some country?

The third second: Attacks below the concept level deal zero damage? She won't die as long as the Yellow Springs exist? Fully healed in 0.5 seconds?

Three seconds later, Gu Xu clicked his tongue and let out a meaningful exclamation: "Goodness."

Just three words.

But these three words carry a lot of information.

Since Gu Xu changed jobs, he has cleared quite a few dungeons, both large and small.

From the earliest old corridors to the red and white clashes in Kitagawa, and even the Silver Moon Realm.

We've fought our way up and encountered quite a few bosses.

There are both strong and weak ones.

But this was the first time he had ever seen such a panel.

Although the numbers are indeed ridiculously high, with 35 billion health points.

But what really troubled Gu Xu wasn't the amount of health.

Those are the five entries.

Take each term out individually.

They are all at the level that would make a saint-level extermination team start writing their wills on the spot.

It was precisely because of this that Gu Xu finally understood something.

No wonder that for so many years, the Japanese have maintained a "lockdown" rather than an "open access" policy towards this secret realm.

It's not that they don't want to complete the game.

I guess they really can't beat them.

Who would you let fight something like this?

Quasi-Saint?

An eighth-tier quasi-saint's attack doesn't even reach the conceptual level; it's merely a rudimentary grasp of the rules.

A saint?

The power of the rules has just been perfected, but only in one aspect.

For example, elemental power, mental power, and so on.

What about demigods?

Demigods, on the other hand, represent a complete conceptual level of technology.

But there are only a handful of demigods, which is the foundation of a nation.

If you enter this kind of dungeon and manage to beat it, that's fine, but what if you can't?

It's equivalent to the hearse being drifted directly into the crematorium.

"No wonder……"

Gu Xu sighed softly and muttered something under his breath.

I can understand Japan's choice now.

After all, this choice was actually quite wise.

Facing such a powerful BOSS.

The smartest thing to do is not to fight.

You weld the door shut, stick dozens of layers of sealant on it, and then put a "No Entry" sign at the door. That's it.

Problems that can be solved through governance should not be solved by military means.

But it's a pity.

Cloud City is now part of Shenxia's territory.

This time, the BOSS in front of them was none other than someone else.

It's Gu Xu.

Gu Xu has a great strength and a great weakness.

It can be considered both an advantage and a disadvantage, and vice versa.

That is—he is the Lord of Calamity, the Lord of the Old Ones, and his abilities are rather unreasonable.

At that moment, the Great God of the Underworld made a move.

The surface of the hot spring water rippled slightly, and the woman who had been soaking in the water slowly stood up.

The water surface solidified beneath her feet, forming stone steps one by one.

Each stone step's surface resembled polished jade, gleaming with a warm luster in the mist.

She stepped out of the hot spring, walking slowly down the stone steps.

Her long hair reached the ground, and water droplets dripped from the ends, making a soft, pattering sound on the stone steps.

She had somehow acquired a layer of white clothing as thin as a cicada's wing.

The material is unknown, but it appears semi-transparent under the moisture.

She stopped at the top of the stone steps, her gaze passing over the rising mist and landing on the Styx Ghost Carriage a hundred meters away.

It landed on Gu Xu.

Her slender, almond-shaped eyes curved slightly, and the corners of her lips formed a gentle, bone-deep smile. Then, she spoke softly:

"No one has come to visit me in a long time."

The sound was as gentle as ripples on the surface of water, spreading out in concentric circles.

But the next sentence instantly changed the atmosphere.

"I just didn't expect... it would be someone I know."

After he finished speaking, Gu Xu was stunned for a moment.

He sat in the sedan chair, tilted his head, and his face was full of big question marks.

acquaintance?

Fuck you!

When did I ever get to know you, the boss of the underworld?

Thinking of this, Gu Xu tilted his head, looking speechless: "Auntie? This should be the first time we've met, right? I don't know you, don't talk nonsense."

Then, he subconsciously glanced at the strange bride beside him.

It's not that I feel guilty.

It's purely a survival instinct.

Because of what that "familiar person" said earlier, coupled with the unreasonable beauty of the woman in front of him.

In addition, there's the scene of "bathing in a hot spring"—

These factors combined are enough to trigger a nuclear-level crisis of trust in any normal marital relationship.

Fortunately, the ghost bride didn't say anything.

She simply sat quietly beside Gu Xu, gently resting the crescent moon fan in her hand on her lap.

But Gu Xu could sense that the temperature of his wife's gaze as she looked towards the hot spring was around minus two hundred degrees Celsius, almost like liquid nitrogen.

The Yomijin deity on the hot spring stone steps, upon hearing the term "auntie,"...

The gentle smile on her face froze for a moment.

It's not just ordinary stiffness.

It's that awkward feeling when you spend two hours meticulously applying makeup before going out, only to be asked, "Auntie, how old are you?"

The gentle smile slowly faded, replaced by a calm and still expression.

But something sinister lurked beneath that calm.

"Although I have spent some years in the underworld..."

Her voice remained soft, but there was a subtle change in her tone: "But your memory is still pretty good."

Her gaze lingered on Gu Xu for a few seconds, as if she were looking beyond his skin to see something deeper.

"The Lord of the Old Days".

She spoke those four words slowly, each word carrying a heavy weight: "The aura around you is still the same as before. Exactly the same."

Gu Xu's brow twitched slightly.

I'll blanch it?

Does she know about her profession?

No, that's not right.

She wasn't talking about "profession," she was talking about "aura."

Moreover, she used the phrase "it's still the same as before".

When was "before"?

And before us is a pseudo-god-level BOSS who has been sealed in the Land of the Dead for who knows how many years.

She actually claimed to recognize the aura of the Ancient Ones?

And they said "the same as before"?

This is quite a lot of information.

But Huang Quanjin, the great god, clearly didn't intend to give him much time to think.

A smile appeared on her lips again, but this time it carried a hint of melancholy.

"What a pity..."

She sighed, the tenderness in her eyes turning into a complex emotion: "Even someone as great as you is now nothing more than confined to a small vessel."

She pointed vaguely at Gu Xu: "What difference is there between you and me, a prisoner?"

That's what I meant.

It was practically a direct insult to Gu Xu, saying, "You're nothing special."