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

The entire image hovered behind the Great Goddess Huangquanjin, rising and falling slightly with her breath.

When it is still, it is as still as a mural, but the sense of oppression emanating from the shadow is very real, pressing down on one's chest.

Gu Xu watched this scene from inside the ghost sedan chair and remained silent for two seconds.

In this atmosphere, the panel in front of me suddenly popped up.

[Secret Realm Boss: Izumo Mysterious Embryo - Land of the Dead - Great God of the Underworld (Phase Two)]

[Current Status: Yellow Spring True Form - Awakening]

[HP: 170,000,000,000/350,000,000,000]

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[New Entry 6: True Form of the Underworld - Blood Sacrifice (Conceptual Level - Awakening) - At the cost of one's own life, summons the spirit form of the Underworld. During the spirit form's existence, all of the Underworld God's attributes are increased by 500%, and attacks inflict the [Return to the Underworld] effect—any target hit will have their soul forcibly marked, and during the mark's duration, will permanently lose 8% of their maximum lifespan per second! Furthermore, they cannot use any resurrection, substitution, or soul protection items or skills. Each time the spirit form swings its katana, it will trigger [Underworld Slash] within a 30-kilometer radius. This slash is not considered physical or magical damage; it directly cuts through the target's [Essence of Existence], ensuring certain death!]

After seeing the panel, Gu Xu fell silent again.

To be honest, the visual effects are truly stunning.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at that Dharma form alone is enough to demonstrate the power of a false god.

It is visible to the naked eye that every strand of hair on the Buddha's image is thicker than a person's waist.

He held the magnified red katana in his hand and pointed it at the sky, making the entire sky of the Land of the Dead seem to be sliced ​​in two by the reflection of the blade.

Blood rained down along the outline of the Dharma image, drawing countless dark red threads in mid-air.

It's as if this colossal statue has been draped in a blood-woven veil.

Coupled with the churning bone dust beneath their feet, the dark red clouds pressing down overhead, and the echoing wails of the dead from all directions—

This kind of pomp and circumstance would be enough to make any professional kneel down and call him "father" on the spot.

But Gu Xu is not a professional in any field.

He tilted his head and remained silent for about three seconds.

Three seconds later, Gu Xu curled his lip and said bluntly, "The modeling is top-notch, but I can't see what's so impressive about it."

"I initially thought you were risking your life, but now it seems—you've come to terms with it."

When Huang Quanjin heard this, his expression froze for about half a second.

In that half-second, the last trace of composure on her face was completely shattered.

Then, his expression changed drastically.

An extreme anger surged forth.

Her anger caused the Dharma image behind her to tremble slightly, and the dark red resentment light on the blade of the giant katana in the Dharma image's hand jumped violently a few times.

"You've driven me to this point—"

The Great God Huang Quanjin gritted his teeth, his voice icy cold: "Your vessel is something to be proud of."

She emphasized the word "container" very heavily.

In her eyes, Gu Xu was never some former ruler.

He was merely a vessel parasitized by the power of the past.

A lucky mortal.

That's it.

But it was this very "container" that forced her to the point of summoning her Dharma form.

This incident itself is a disgrace.

"today--"

The great goddess Huang Quanjin raised her chin, and the dark red light in her phoenix eyes reached its peak in that instant: "I will leave you here."

"As nourishment for the resurgence of the monstrous embryo, may this... help me advance further!"

The moment she finished saying the last four words, she stopped arguing.

The katana is drawn.

The moment the crimson blade was drawn from the waist, the temperature in the entire Land of the Dead suddenly dropped a notch.

She raised the katana above her head.

He gripped the hilt with both hands, the tip of the blade pointing straight at the sky.

The moment she made this move, the space around her began to tremble violently, and a red mist of blood surged up from beneath her feet, so thick that her body was almost invisible.

Within the blood mist, countless distorted faces appeared and disappeared.

Those are wronged souls, tens of thousands of wronged souls.

They floated up and down, tumbling and struggling in the blood mist.

Its mouth was wide open, and it let out a roar.

Some faces were so distorted that their original features were unrecognizable, while others retained their original features, but the expressions on all those features were the same—

despair.

Utter despair.

These wronged souls were not summoned by her; they were part of the Underworld itself, remnants of souls that had been devoured, digested, and integrated into this dead zone over countless years.

At this moment, they were all activated by the power of the Great God of the Underworld.

It became the fuel for her strike.

A wail rang out at that moment.

It didn't come from one direction, but from all directions, from overhead, from underfoot, and from every crack in the air.

The sounds were sharp and piercing, making one's bones itch.

And in the sky—

The thousands-of-meters-tall statue, in perfect unison with the Great God of the Underworld raising his sword, adopted the same posture.

The giant katana was raised high, and the dark red light on its blade surged more than tenfold at that moment. The entire sword was like a lit match, engulfed by flames of resentment from tip to hilt.

At that moment, Faxiang's blurry eyes lit up.

Two dark red lights.

It's like an ancient lantern deep in the underworld.

Gu Xu sat inside the ghost sedan chair.

Looking up, I met the eyes of the Buddha.

He didn't speak.

But his lips twitched slightly.

Then—the great god Huang Quanjin swung his sword.

From top to bottom.

Clean and neat.

There were no fancy sword techniques, just the simplest vertical slash.

But the power of this strike—

The sky cracked.

It's not a metaphor.

It really cracked.

The dark red sky above the Land of the Dead was cleaved open by the slash of the Dharma Body Blade, creating a crack that ran through the entire field of vision.

The edges of the crack were not jagged like broken pieces, but neat and even, as if a sharp knife had cut along a straight line.

The two sides of the crack curled outwards, like torn pages of paper.

What's inside the crack?

There was nothing there.

It's not black, not white, not any color.

It is "nothing".

Clearly, this strike severed even space itself.

The aftershocks of the strike spread from the sky all the way to the ground.

Along the way, everything in its path—shattered bones, ruins, dust, even the black mist of the Calamity Realm—was cleaved in two.

The power of this strike is beyond the realm of physics or magic.

It is cutting through existence itself.

The "Yellow Spring Slash" mentioned on the panel means exactly this—it doesn't attack your health or your shield, it directly attacks your "existence".

Every time it cuts away your traces of existence in this world, a piece of you is gone.

If you cut too many, you'll cease to exist.

It's worse than death.

Even when someone dies, at least there's a corpse and a lingering soul.

Being completely hit by [Yellow Spring Slash] will erase even the concept of "you ever existed".