Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The underworld, the city of the unjustly dead.

The Black Mountain Demon sat on the throne of bones, his body resembling a continuous black mountain range. Countless distorted, painful faces were embedded in his jagged rock armor, each face howling silently.

His breathing was heavy and long, and with each exhale, tens of thousands of vengeful spirits were drawn from every corner of the city and merged into the black mist on his body.

The atmosphere in the City of the Unjustly Dead has been oppressive for a whole year.

The evil energy in the human realm is becoming increasingly thin, and the supply of resentment is gradually drying up.

Those vengeful spirits that should have been continuously flowing into the underworld seemed to have had their source cut off by something.

The evil spirits and demons who fled to the underworld spread rumors that the Buddha had descended to earth.

The ancient tree spirit that had been hovering around Lanruo Temple for hundreds of years is suspected to be dead.

The great demons of the human world either died or fled.

Many demons who fled to the underworld stirred up new chaos and strife.

The Black Mountain Demon didn't dislike this feeling.

As one of the strongest demons in the underworld, whose true form is a mountain, he can be said to be the most physically powerful and magically advanced demon in both the human and underworld realms.

Even the centipede demon who had cultivated in the human world for a thousand years would be no match for the Black Mountain Demon in a head-on confrontation.

It is said that the centipede demon was defeated and killed by Shen Jue.

The Black Mountain Demon believed it, but he thought that the rumor that the monk destroyed half of the mountain range with one palm was too exaggerated.

Hei Shan did not believe the rumor. Therefore, when a demon told him that the monk had organized a large army of cultivators and planned to invade the underworld from his Black Mountain Demon's netherworld, he was furious.

The Black Mountain Demon began to organize the demons and ghosts in the City of the Wrongfully Dead to set up an array.

As a top-tier demon, the Black Mountain Demon never looked down on any human cultivator or demon.

But if he were to flee without a fight, wouldn't that be a huge loss of face for a great demon?

Under such circumstances, the ghosts in the City of the Unjustly Dead had already completed their war mobilization.

The Black Mountain Demon, who had died unjustly atop the city wall, slowly rose to his feet.

His movement seemed to lift the entire City of the Unjustly Dead by half a foot.

Tens of thousands of ghosts and demons roared in unison beneath the city walls, and a chilling wind swept through the area.

"Listen up, all of you," the Black Mountain Demon's voice boomed like molten lava from the earth.

"No matter who comes, once they enter the City of the Wrongfully Dead, they become my food."

The ghosts cried out in unison, their voices shaking the nine netherworlds.

At that very moment, directly above the City of the Wrongfully Dead, the Yin-Yang boundary wall, which had been silent for hundreds of years, suddenly cracked open.

The gap was initially just a thin line, as fine as a hair, yet it emitted a dazzling golden light.

The golden light, like molten iron, poured onto the black mist of the underworld, instantly sending up plumes of white smoke.

Countless approaching ghosts let out shrill screams and retreated.

The Black Mountain Demon's expression hardened slightly.

He looked up and saw that the crack was getting bigger and bigger, eventually turning into a golden gate that was tens of feet high.

Inside the gate, chanting filled the air, and illusory lotus blossoms drifted down, completely out of place in this underworld setting.

Then, eighteen monks carried a Buddhist palanquin and slowly walked out of the gate.

The eighteen monks were all dressed in moon-white robes, with serene faces, lowered brows and eyes, chanting scriptures.

With each step they took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath their feet, scorching the ground of the underworld with black marks.

But they seemed completely oblivious, continuing to walk at their leisurely pace.

On the Buddhist palanquin, a young monk was lounging lazily on his side.

He rested his chin on one hand and held a bunch of purple grapes in the other, popping them into his mouth one by one.

His monk's robe was half open, revealing a section of white undergarment underneath. He looked as if he had just woken up from a nap in his own backyard, showing no sign of wanting to attack the underworld.

"This is the City of the Unjustly Dead?" The young monk spat out a grape seed, glanced around, and said lazily.

"Why is it so gloomy and dark? There's not even any sunshine. Won't I get rheumatism if I live here for too long?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire City of the Unjustly Dead.

All the ghosts and demons were stunned.

They had imagined countless times what it would be like for Shen Jue to appear.

Whether it's a path cleared by ten thousand rays of Buddhist light, or a city gate shattered with a single palm strike, or a massive army of cultivators leading a battle cry that shakes the heavens.

But I never imagined that it would be like this: Shen Jue was leisurely eating grapes on the Buddha's carriage.

After a brief silence, a burst of laughter erupted from the ghosts.

"That's it? That's it? A callow youth!"

"I thought he was some kind of superhuman being with three heads and six arms, but it turns out he's just here to die!"

"Your Majesty, let me tear him apart!"

A blue-faced, fanged yaksha couldn't contain himself and charged forward with a three-pronged fork.

Its speed was extremely fast, and its body transformed into a black gust of wind, rushing straight towards the Buddha's carriage.

The Black Mountain Demon did not stop it.

He wanted to see what abilities this monk, who was rumored to be incredibly powerful, actually possessed.

Then he saw it.

Shen Jue didn't even lift his eyelids, he just waved his hand casually, as if shooing away a fly.

The yaksha was in mid-air when it suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had grabbed its neck, and its entire body froze in place.

Then, it and its fork turned to ashes inch by inch, golden flames emanating from the inside out, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He couldn't even let out a scream.

The entire hall fell silent.

The smiles of the ghosts who had just been laughing froze on their faces.

The Black Mountain Demon shook its head somewhat uneasily.

He stared intently at Shen Jue, and the howls emanating from the countless human faces all over his body subsided, as if he too were feeling some kind of fear.

"Shen Jue," the Black Mountain Demon slowly spoke.

"Have you come today to make an enemy of Black Mountain?"

Shen Jue finally sat up.

He tossed the leftover grapes aside, stretched, then jumped off the Buddha's carriage, barefoot, and stood on the earth of the underworld.

"To be an enemy?" Shen Jue tilted his head, looking at the Black Mountain Demon with a half-smile.

"You bunch of rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs?"

He raised his hand and flicked his finger.

A faint wisp of magnetic energy from the Great Yuan flew from his fingertips and landed on the Netherworld.

boom!

The entire City of the Unjustly Dead trembled violently.

The runes on the city wall, made of bones and ghosts, melted away rapidly, like snow being doused with hot soup.

Tens of thousands of ghosts were shaken to their sides by the aftershocks, and some with insufficient cultivation turned into green smoke on the spot.

The Black Mountain Demon finally changed color.

He originally thought that the rumor of "destroying half a mountain range with a single palm strike" was somewhat exaggerated.

Yet Shen Jue had such power with just a flick of his finger.

If he really did strike with his palm...

The Black Mountain Demon suddenly stood up, its black rock armor swelling layer by layer, and countless vengeful spirits with human faces emitted mournful shrieks.

The entire City of the Wrongfully Dead trembled, countless cracks appeared in the ground, and the Yin energy from the ground surged out wildly and poured into his body.

"Shen Jue, you've gone too far!" The Black Mountain Demon roared, his magical power and resentment surging!

Shen Jue simply sighed softly.

"It must be exhausting to fight someone that big."

He looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"However, have you ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the sky?"