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

Gu Xu's reaction to this was rather indifferent.

He wasn't even angry when people called him a "container".

The reason is simple—what she said might be true.

After all, this wasn't the first time he'd heard the word "container."

The last time I heard someone say they were a "vessel" was when they were the Silver Moon Queen of the Silver Moon Realm. However, by now, the grass on their grave is already half a meter high.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

Thinking of this, Gu Xu raised his chin and looked at the Yellow Spring God on the stone steps, speaking casually as if he were negotiating a price with a street vendor.

He leaned back in the sedan chair, crossed his legs, and said, "Since you know I am the former lord, why not save yourself the trouble and obediently end your own life?"

"I'm in a hurry; there's a lot going on upstairs and outside. Be considerate, so it doesn't look good if things get ugly if we start fighting later."

At this point, Gu Xu tilted his head slightly and looked at the great god Huang Quanjin very sincerely: "I'll give you some dignity, so leave with dignity."

"Don't make me do it myself, if I do it myself..."

"Then there's no point in talking about decorum."

But clearly, the great god Huang Quanjin in front of them was not provoked.

At least not on the surface.

After hearing Gu Xu's words, she simply chuckled softly.

Just one word.

But after that word was uttered, everything changed.

There was no warning whatsoever.

There was no transition.

The ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled.

No, it's not the ground.

It is the entire Land of the Dead.

The tremor came from the deepest part of the earth, and the stone road underground seemed to have been turned over by some giant beast, cracking and shattering.

In the distance, the old-fashioned townhouses began to shake violently, and the tiles on the eaves fell down with a clatter.

The white funeral banners swung wildly, and the iron hooks holding the lanterns emitted a piercing metallic scream.

That dreamlike landscape began to crumble.

The lush forests withered in the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​flowers dried up, and the streams stopped flowing.

The light sources in the sky flickered violently a few times, then mostly went out.

The color scheme of the entire space instantly switched from "high-end hot spring resort" to "post-apocalyptic wasteland".

At the same moment, a change also occurred in the body of the Great God Huangquanjin.

The gossamer-thin white dress had vanished, replaced by a deep purple kimono.

The kimono was embroidered with dark gold patterns, not flowers, but some kind of ancient incantation.

The incantations flowed slowly across the surface of the clothes, as if they were alive.

A sword appeared out of nowhere in her right hand.

The sword was dark yellow all over, with a layer of mist that seemed to be there but not there.

The sword has the standard shape of a katana, but it is almost twice as long as a regular katana.

The hilt of the sword was wrapped with dark red cloth strips, and several grayish-white magatama beads hung from the ends of the strips, making the whole sword look unlike a weapon.

It's more like a key.

The Great God Huang Quanjin, holding the long sword, stood at the top of the stone steps, looking down at Gu Xu.

The gentleness on her face vanished completely.

"In that case..."

She spoke softly, her voice not loud, but every word seemed to make the surrounding air buzz.

"Perfect."

"Let me experience once more... the power of the Old Lords."

The wording of this statement is quite interesting.

I will learn from you again.

It's not "learning from them," it's "learning from them again."

This further confirms Gu Xu's previous guess—she did indeed have dealings with the "Old Ones".

Judging from her tone...

The last time, she most likely lost.

But this time—there was no fear in her eyes, only a confidence that had been built up over countless years.

The Land of the Dead is her territory.

Here, she is the rule.

She has devoured countless souls in this place and accumulated power over countless years.

This is the day she's been waiting for.

Faced with a BOSS with this kind of mentality, Gu Xu's reaction was as simple and direct as ever. He tilted his head, looked at the great god Huang Quanjin standing on the stone steps, and raised the corner of his mouth.

"So you're planning to put up a stubborn resistance?"

It is not a question.

It is a declarative sentence.

The great god Huang Quanjin did not reply.

She doesn't need to answer.

The longsword in his hand had already provided the answer.

Gu Xu nodded and stood up from the Styx Ghost Carriage.

He stretched his neck, and his joints made a series of crisp cracking sounds.

Then I twisted my wrists, swung my arms, and did two chest-expanding exercises.

This set of warm-up exercises was performed smoothly and without any seriousness.

But when he finally stopped and his gaze returned to the Great God of the Underworld.

His eyes changed.

The change was subtle.

The smile still lingered on his lips, but the smile had vanished from his eyes: "Fine, since you don't want a dignified death!"

Gu Xu clapped his hands lightly. Although the force was not great, the vibrations generated by the clapping were particularly clear in the secret realm.

The next moment, the Domain of Calamity began to revive. Centered on him, the invisible and intangible force field of rules suddenly pushed outward: "Then this general will help you save face!"

"Hehe... I'd be more than happy to!"

The next moment, the great god Huang Quanjin smiled slightly and made his move.

However, she did it in a very elegant way.

Like those traditional Chinese style dance performers you see on TV.

With a flick of her water sleeves and a twist of her body, she achieved her goal.

The dark yellow katana drew an arc in her hand, and a sword aura powerful enough to split half a mountain shot out from the longsword in her hand.

But it was just this one sword aura—

hum!

With a deafening tremor, the space along the path of the sword energy was torn apart.

The crack began at the tip of the sword of the Great God of the Underworld.

It was moving towards Gu Xu at a terrifying speed.

Wherever the crack passed, the air, the fog, and even the still-evaporating water vapor were all cut in two.

The power of this sword strike was completely unlike what a woman wielding a sword could possibly produce.

It's more like someone compressed the energy of an entire earthquake zone into a single line.

Then it'll be flung at your face.

The pressure arrived before the sword energy even reached them.

The curtains of the Styx Ghost Carriage flapped loudly under the pressure.

But Gu Xu didn't move.

He didn't even stand up from the sedan chair.

Because it is not needed.

The Domain of Calamity has already shielded him.

The black mist condensed at the very front of the force field, forming an invisible but undeniably present wall.

The sword energy struck the wall.

No sound.

This is the most terrifying place.

A sword aura capable of tearing through space collided with the rule barrier of the Calamity Domain.

Before it could even make a sound, it was silently swallowed by the black mist.

The dark yellow sword energy stirred up visible ripples on the surface of the Calamity Domain.

Admittedly, this sword energy was blocked by the Domain of Calamity.

But its aftermath still did accomplish something.

The tail of the sword energy—the part that wasn't completely covered by the Domain of Calamity—skimmed the edge of the force field and flew straight into the side wall of the temple.

Then the side walls disappeared.

A crack over a thousand meters long exploded outwards from the point of impact.