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

Huang Quanjin's words made Gu Xu pause his tapping on the armrest.

It wasn't because he was scared.

It was because he noticed a detail—the wounds on the body of the Great God Huang Quanjin had stopped bleeding, but they hadn't healed; the wounds were still there, not a single one missing…

But they just stopped bleeding!

"Oh?"

Gu Xu raised an eyebrow slightly.

The next moment, he felt it.

Beneath this woman's body...

To be precise, deep within the sea of ​​bones beneath her feet, which had been crushed into dust, an energy fluctuation several times more concentrated than before was rapidly rising.

The sea of ​​bones is moving.

It's not the kind of minor, trembling disturbance we had before.

The shattered bones began to converge directly beneath the god of the underworld at a visible speed.

It was as if a giant vortex was spinning underground, sucking in all the debris within a radius of dozens of miles.

At the same time, cracks appeared on the "ground" of the Land of the Dead.

There's no bottom in sight.

The dark yellow mist gushing from those cracks was pouring into the body of the Yellow Spring God at a terrifying speed.

It felt like she was extracting something.

"hehe……"

The next moment, the great god Huang Quanjin chuckled and slowly raised his head.

Her wound was still there, her kimono was still tattered, and the scar on her face hadn't disappeared.

But her aura had changed.

It has become a completely different scale from before.

Just like that Huang Quanjin master who fought Gu Xu for so long before, he was just in a state of "limited output".

And now—the limiter has been removed.

She looked at Gu Xu sitting in the ghost sedan chair, and a chilling smile appeared on his face, which looked somewhat disheveled due to the damage of the battle, in his phoenix eyes.

No longer gentle.

No longer at ease.

"In that case..."

Her voice came from all directions simultaneously, as if the entire Land of the Dead had become her loudspeaker: "Then let me show you—"

She extended her right hand.

With his palm facing down and fingers spread, he aimed his hand at the ground beneath his feet, which was frantically cracking.

"—This Yellow Springs...the true power."

The moment the words fell.

The entire Land of the Dead—exploded.

Starting directly beneath the goddess Yomijin, the earth beneath their feet exploded simultaneously in all directions, with the cracks expanding at an alarming speed.

The width of each crack is expanding at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The mist gushing out of those cracks was no longer surging like a "tidal wave" as before.

It was more like a raging flood and an apocalyptic tsunami!

Anyone who sees that feeling will feel incredibly small, as if the sky is about to collapse.

Unfortunately, Gu Xu remained completely unfazed by the madness of this pseudo-god-level BOSS.

He even smiled slightly, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

This is a desperate act.

Phase two has started.

A long-lost sense of anticipation even stirred within him.

After all, after playing for so long, he had a feeling of frustration from being one-sidedly crushed.

It's not because I'm tired, it's because everything is going too smoothly.

Too much success isn't fun.

It feels like punching cotton, unable to exert any force.

Now this woman has finally unleashed her ultimate move; maybe it will turn out to be interesting.

Gu Xu straightened up, placed his hands on his knees, and stared straight ahead.

At that very moment—

The sky suddenly changed dramatically.

It's like someone simply tore off an entire page of the dark red sky above the Land of the Dead and replaced it with a new one.

What color is the new canopy?

It is a very deep blackish-red.

It was so thick it looked like a piece of cloth soaked in blood.

The next second, the dark yellow energy gushing from the ground began to surge upwards wildly, breaking through the cracked ground and heading straight for the sky.

The energy twisted, tumbled, and collided in mid-air, eventually coalescing into a large, churning cloud in the sky.

It weighed heavily on the entire battlefield.

Then—it rained.

It wasn't ordinary rain, nor was it the foul rain from the underworld that had fallen before.

That was a rain of blood.

Blood-red raindrops, carrying a chilling warmth, drifted down from the sky.

It landed on the ruins, on the broken bones, on the writhing tentacles of the Eye of the Past, and on the red silk dome unfurled by the Bride of the Dead.

Gu Xu glanced up and his lips twitched: "Good heavens, this woman even changed the background music when she started the second phase."

Just as he was observing the bloody rain, the scene directly in front of him caught his eye.

This made him completely refocus his attention.

The Great God of the Underworld has undergone another change.

The dark purple kimono she was wearing, which had been ripped to shreds, seemed to ignite as the blood rained down upon it.

It rapidly crumbled and dissipated from the damaged edge, transforming into countless swirling, dark yellow fragments of light.

Instead, she wore a red and white kimono.

It wasn't the usual color scheme; the right half of his body was pure white, while the left half was blood red.

The two colors meet at the waist, as if someone had taken a knife and cut along her midline, sewing two completely opposite things onto her body.

The neckline of the kimono was wide open, revealing half of her shoulder and half of her neck.

That patch of skin was unnaturally white, as if it had never been exposed to sunlight.

Gu Xu looked up, his gaze shifting from her attire.

He glanced at her face.

The scar on my face, which runs diagonally from my right cheek to my chin, is still there; it hasn't disappeared or healed.

But for some reason, looking at that scar now...

Instead, it created a kind of tension that is hard to explain.

Just as Gu Xu was sizing her up, there was a noise behind him.

Not from the battlefield...

It came from behind the Great God of the Underworld.

When that commotion occurred, both Gu Xu and the Servant of Calamity instinctively turned their gazes in that direction.

Behind the Great God Huang Quanjin, an outline is taking shape.

At first, there were only a few scattered, illusory images of blood rain floating erratically behind her.

But the floating patterns quickly became regular, converging in the same direction, becoming denser and more solid.

Finally, it solidified into a shape.

That is a Dharma form.

Its outline is thousands of meters high, like a moving wall.

The outline of the image is almost identical to that of the Yomijin-no-Okami—the same red and white kimono, the same long hair, but the size is magnified many times over, and the flowing hair itself is thicker than an ordinary person's arm.

The face had no details; it was a blurry outline formed by layers of bloody, phantom images.

The facial features were indistinct, with only the area around the eyes faintly glowing.

Dark red light.

Faxiang held a katana in his right hand.

It's red, exactly the same as the one that the great god Huang Quanjin wears at his waist.

However, when the knife is magnified by a certain factor, the red color appears to be more than just a color; it seems to be the resentment that has accumulated on the blade over countless years.