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

The Black Mountain Demon roared to the sky.

The sound was like a thousand mountains collapsing and ten thousand ravines splitting apart; the entire underworld trembled at this roar!

The ground of the City of the Wrongfully Dead first cracked, and then large sections collapsed, revealing the grim white bones buried deep underground for countless years!

The layers upon layers of white bones, as vast as the sea and as deep as the abyss, were now being drawn together madly by some force towards the Black Mountain Demon!

The Black Mountain Demon's body began to swell.

The rock armor on his body is merging with the entire City of the Dead.

The City of the Dead came back to life.

Countless ghosts and demons screamed as they were sucked into the sky, but instead of being crushed, they made their home on the body of the Black Mountain Demon.

They embedded themselves one by one into the cracks of the rock armor, becoming the patterns and plates on the giant's body, like countless ants crawling all over the giant elephant's body.

Will-o'-the-wisps ignited on their bodies, illuminating the giant as if it were a demon god crawling out of the depths of the underworld.

Then, the giant stood up.

Its head pierced through the low-hanging dark clouds, and its shoulders smashed the resentment that had hung above the City of the Wrongfully Dead for thousands of years.

Its left foot crushed a dried-up River Styx, and its right foot collapsed a hill of bones.

The giant of the underworld, several kilometers tall, stood there on the earth of the netherworld.

With each breath it exhales, tens of thousands of vengeful spirits spew from its mouth and nose, transforming into a black mist that blots out the sky.

Its eyes were two dark red blood moons, set in deep sockets, staring at the barefoot young monk standing at its feet.

"Shen! Jue!"

The giant spoke.

The sound erupted simultaneously from the mouths of thousands of human faces within its chest, carrying the scent of underground sulfur and resentful fire, transforming into tangible sound waves that scraped away a layer of ground within a radius of dozens of miles.

The eighteen monks on the Buddhist palanquin finally stopped.

They raised their heads and looked at the towering, earth-shattering giant of the underworld, their faces still calm.

Shen Jue stood at the giant's feet and looked up.

He had to crane his neck as far as he could to see the giant in its entirety.

At an altitude of several kilometers, the top is almost invisible under the dim light of the underworld.

The giant's body blocked out all the light, shrouding Shen Jue in a deep shadow.

Countless demons and monsters clung to the giant of the underworld, letting out a joyous roar.

They could almost picture the arrogant monk being trampled into a pulp.

Then, Shen Jue smiled.

He slowly raised his right palm.

"A palm technique that descended from the sky..." he said softly, as if recalling a story he had heard long ago.

"I've seen it before."

"But I don't want to fly into the air and fall."

"Therefore, please enjoy the treatment afforded to the Great Sage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jue clasped his hands together in front of his chest, forming a very simple mudra.

In an instant, the sky above the underworld split open.

The gray-black sky that had remained unchanged for millennia revealed a huge hole.

Within the void, boundless golden light poured down, like a celestial river flowing backward, illuminating the entire ruins of the City of the Wrongfully Dead as if it were daytime.

From within the golden light, a gigantic golden hand emerged.

How big is that hand?

The Netherworld Giant was already several kilometers tall, yet this golden hand slowly pressed down from the sky, its palm large enough to cover the entire sky above the giant's head.

With fingers spread out, each finger resembles a golden mountain, and the lines on the palm are like unfathomable chasms in the earth.

The giant of the underworld raised his head.

Its pupils suddenly trembled.

"What...what is this?!" The Black Mountain Demon's voice wavered for the first time.

The giant golden hand slowly descended.

Even before it was actually touched, the terrifying pressure had already caused the ground beneath the giant's feet to begin to sink.

Its legs trembled, and countless ghostly creatures embedded in its body turned to ashes under this pressure.

Even the powerful demons with profound cultivation screamed and wailed in the golden light, their bodies being evaporated inch by inch.

The Black Mountain Demon roared, raising his arms and lifting them towards the sky.

The giant's arms, formed from the millennia-old foundation of the City of the Dead, were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the golden giant hand.

"I... will never die here!"

The giant of the underworld suddenly squatted down, causing the earth to crack for hundreds of miles!

It exerted all its strength, gathering all its magic and resentment into its arms, transforming them into two enormous black shields to meet the golden hand descending from the sky.

Then, the two came into contact.

boom!

Another loud bang.

The entire underworld seemed to jolt.

The ground within a radius of hundreds of kilometers collapsed several feet at the same time, and the shockwave spread in all directions, blowing away the ghosts and demons watching from a great distance, like fallen leaves in a gale.

In the underworld, all the clouds were instantly cleared, revealing the true sky that had not been seen for thousands of years.

That giant golden hand forcefully slammed the Netherworld Giant into the ground.

The giant's legs shattered first, turning into a sky full of black rubble.

Next came its chest, its arms, and its enormous head.

Countless ghosts and demons screamed and melted away in the golden light, eventually returning to nothingness.

The Black Mountain Demon couldn't even let out a scream.

After the golden giant hand dissipated, the smoke and dust slowly drifted away.

Shen Jue remained standing in the same spot, her clothes not even slightly dirty.

Before him lay a massive, bottomless palm print.

The palm print is over tens of kilometers in diameter and extends hundreds of feet underground.

The City of the Wrongfully Dead ceased to exist.

The several-kilometer-tall Netherworld Giant, transformed from the Black Mountain Demon, was also slapped into a ring of dust on the Netherworld ground by this palm strike, slowly dissipating in the cold, gloomy wind.

Shen Jue withdrew his hand and gently blew away non-existent dust from his palm.

"generally."

Shen Jue shook his head slightly, wanting to see if the Black Mountain Demon could emerge in its second stage.

Or perhaps some kind of demon or great sage from the underworld awakens under the stimulation of this palm strike and engages in a fierce battle with Shen Jue!

Unfortunately, nothing happened; only deathly silence remained.

"Really."

"I have already explored the human realm and found that there are no demons strong enough to be my opponents."

"I really hope that the so-called human world and the underworld are just minor planes or something."

"Wait until I sweep away both the human world and the underworld."

"It would be great if another enemy came from the sky."

"Otherwise, if I can't find a way to other worlds, I'll be bored to death."

Shen Jue sighed softly.

The eighteen Arhats beneath him waited obediently for their abbot to finish lamenting the weakness of the Black Mountain Demon.

"Just how strong am I?" Shen Jue looked up at the sky and surprisingly felt the same way as a certain bald guy who could punch someone.

After all, Shen Jue from Liaozhai was also bald.

"My physical condition alone makes me feel that everything in this world is like a fleeting bubble."

"Not to mention the power brought by the Phantom Breath Technique, Gravity Manipulation, and the Nine Heavens of Elemental Magnetic Rotation."

"Does this so-called underworld contain anything about the origins of ghosts and spirits?"

"I'm really curious."