After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the conference room. Feng Baiping, who was about to say something, turned her head to look outside the conference room and frowned.

Without saying a word, the Holy Maiden of Qingqiu transformed into a wisp of black mist and flew out through the crack in the conference room window.

A few seconds later, footsteps approached the conference room door, and Zhou Yan saw Su Yue, dressed in casual clothes, walk in.

Zhou Yan: "..."

Weren't you foxes the first ones to leave?

Why are they launching a surprise attack now?

If you had something to say before, wouldn't it have been better to say it all at once?

Where is Chapter Twenty-Three?

As Su Yue entered the conference room, she slightly raised her head. Although she didn't move, Zhou Yan heard her inhale.

"This guy..."

Su Yue stood with her hands behind her back.

"He seems colder than anyone else, but when it comes to getting things done, he's more eager than anyone else."

This assessment seems to be directed at Feng Baiping.

Su Yue stood still, no longer approaching Zhou Yan, her mouth agape.

"What will you do about Zhaojun's matter?"

Zhou Yan looked completely bewildered.

Su Yue's voice deepened.

“When Qingqiu was ravaged, I sent Xiao Zhaojun to your place to escape the disaster.”

"Bai Ze, don't tell me you've lost our child."

Zhou Yan instantly became furious.

Our child?!

Did you have children in your past life?

And it's Su Yue's child!

He couldn't control his lust and climbed into Su Yue's bed?

Moreover, it seems that Su Zhaojun never harmed her idol. Could it be that Su Zhaojun liked herself, and then turned around and found that the person she liked and wanted to marry was her own father?

What kind of erotic joke are you making?!

Su Yue suddenly laughed.

"You're not the same as you used to be; you can't take a joke anymore."

Zhou Yan covered his chest with one hand, and could feel his heart beating continuously inside his chest.

"You can't take a joke? Were you just kidding?"

Su Yue's face was filled with sorrow.

"Yes, but it is true that I entrusted Zhaojun to Bai Ze. Now we have been resurrected from the Sacred Stone."

"Bai Ze, shouldn't you hand over Zhaojun too?"

Zhou Yan shrugged.

"I died back then too, your child..."

Su Yue interrupted.

"My child is in the Kunlun Immortal Palace."

Zhou Yan was taken aback.

Su Yue touched her chest with a complicated expression.

“Zhaojun is my flesh and blood. Since childhood, I have been able to feel the blood connection between Zhaojun and me. Because of this, even after my rebirth, I have always felt it, and the feeling is still so strong. Zhaojun is in the Kunlun Immortal Palace…”

Su Yue stared at Zhou Yan.

"This matter may be a clue."

Bai Ze died back then, so how could Princess Su Zhaojun of Qingqiu have survived? Therefore, this feeling might be a contingency plan left by Bai Ze before his death, requiring Zhou Yan, the future version of Him, to go to Kunlun Immortal Palace.

Zhou Yan remained silent for a moment, then inquired. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"Do you know about the Kunlun Immortal Palace?"

Su Yue nodded slightly.

"After I merged with the owner of this body, I inherited a portion of his memories, including those of the Kunlun Immortal Palace."

Su Yue sighed again.

"What exactly happened back then that caused the Heavenly Court to fall into Kunlun?"

"I understand. Once I've finished dealing with things on Arona's side, I'll go visit Kunlun Immortal Palace."

Regardless of any hints or intelligence, the most important thing now is to solve the problem of Arona.

Only after dealing with Arona would Zhou Yan have extra time to process the intelligence information left over from his previous life.

Su Yue gave Zhou Yan a deep look, then turned and left again.

The meeting room fell silent for the second time.

……

Dahuang Village, the realm of the womb.

Little Yama walked at the border of his own womb realm.

Zhou Yan's Womb Realm is a coastline, while Xiao Yanjun's Womb Realm is a mountain range with overlapping peaks. Above the mountain range floats a mountain that is bathed in endless Buddhist light and faintly emanates Zen chanting.

It was the Ling Mountain that Zhou Yan had visited many times before.

Little Yama stared at Mount Ling for a long time, then smiled contemptuously.

With his divine status, Little Yama could easily cultivate Buddhist supernatural powers. Therefore, after Zhou Yan said that one needed the supernatural powers of the Womb Realm to enter Mount Ling, Little Yama relied on the power of the Ghost-Increasing Method and some Buddhist ritual implements to comprehend the supernatural powers of the Womb Realm.

Of course, this realization of the supernatural powers of the Garbhadhatu Mandala is only the beginning. Orthodox Buddhist supernatural powers require opening the Garbhadhatu Mandala to see one's own Buddha-nature, then cultivating Buddha-nature, manifesting various kinds of wisdom, understanding the six senses, and then obtaining various supernatural powers.

Little Yama didn't need to do that. This strongest being from the previous era simply moved his feet lightly and easily crossed countless distances. In just a few breaths, he arrived at the border of Mount Ling.

Little Yama circled the border and found, in a coconut grove, the body that Zhou Yan had mentioned belonged to Wang Lingguan.

Little Yama checked it using his divine authority, then shook his head.

The body of Wang Lingguan was devoid of soul and spirit. Even with the authority of the Central Ghost Emperor, he could only see that Wang Lingguan's body was merely an empty shell.

"So, what exactly happened here?"

Following the route given by Zhou Yan, Xiao Yanjun walked out of the coconut grove, crossed several mountain peaks, and the temple complex of Lingshan appeared one after another at the end.

Some of these temples have elegant chanting, some are shrouded in Buddhist light, and some faintly emit various strange sounds.

But regardless of which temple it is, it gives people a sense of purity and holiness, as if it were not a place where humans could live in the mortal world.

This place, which looked sacred no matter how you looked at it, had revealed an eerie quality in Zhou Yan's description of it, a quality that was not immediately apparent.

"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles."

Ultimately, Zhou Yan's account is just one person's opinion, and if given the chance, Little Yama would like to see it for himself.

It wasn't that Xiao Yan didn't trust Zhou Yan; he just felt that by coming here, he might be able to find clues and information that Zhou Yan couldn't find.

Xiao Yanjun entered the temple complex of Lingshan, walked around several times, and visited several temples that were bathed in Buddhist light. His final destination was the Jile Temple, where Zhou Yan had already solved the problem.

Stopping in front of the gate of the Blissful Temple, just as Little Yama was about to knock, the door opened automatically, and the Bodhisattva of Joy bowed to Little Yama with her hands clasped together.

"The Emperor's presence at our humble temple brings great honor to our humble abode."

Ling Xiao Yan Jun withdrew his hand.

"The ability to predict destiny?"

Among the supernatural powers in Buddhism, the power of knowing past lives is the simplest form of precognition.

Wu Huanxi Bodhisattva said respectfully.

Lu replied, “These are mere trifles; I dare not embarrass myself before the Emperor.”

The Bodhisattva of Joy turned to the side and gestured for them to enter.

"Your Majesty, please come in."

Little Yama went inside.

In the front courtyard of the Paradise Temple, a round table now stands. Bixia Yuanjun, with her thighs exposed and her chest bare, looking as bold as any man, sits drunkenly at the table, drinking and glancing sideways at Xiao Yama.

Little Yama clasped his hands in greeting.

"Central Ghost Emperor."

According to the divine hierarchy, Bixia Yuanjun's father is the superior of Fengdu Dadi, so Xiao Yama cannot disrespect him.

Bixia Yuanjun let out a burp.

"People from the underworld? It's been a long time. By the way, what brings you to Mount Ling?"

Little Yama looked at the Bodhisattva of Joy.

"There is one thing I hope the Bodhisattva and the Goddess will answer."

The Bodhisattva of Joy once again put his hands together in prayer.

"Your Majesty, please ask. This humble nun will answer to the best of her knowledge."

"Alright, I have only one question. Does the Bodhisattva know which temple Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva resides in?"

The Bodhisattva of Joy hesitated for a moment, turning his head in one direction.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva should be at Tailu Temple."

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Celestial Palace

Dachong Forest, a mountain peak.

Su Yinjun dragged the last poacher out of the poacher's base. The poacher struggled and screamed in fear.

"Big brother, big brother, where did you come from? How much money do you want? I have over three million RMB here, and I know several protected animal nests. Each one can sell for six figures. Big brother, just let me go..."

Su Yinjun silently pulled the man, whose mouth kept opening and closing, to a tree. Because they were already close enough, the five poachers who were pulled out could see the more than thirty corpses hanging from the tree.

The poacher's pupils contracted.

He recognized all the corpses. Some were newcomers, some were veterans, some were distributors who could sell protected animals, and some were leaders of his own poaching organization.

These people were chatting and laughing with poachers not long ago—no, just an hour ago—saying they'd go to the nearby cities to spend money once things returned to normal, and that they wanted to try everything: beautiful women, delicious food, and everything in between.

Having stayed in such a place, so far removed from human society, for so long, anyone would be seething with anger.

But this group of people, who hoped to enjoy the entertainment of human cities again soon, a group so innocent and lovely (in the eyes of poachers), are now all hanging from trees, their eyes bulging out, some of them still dripping urine from their trouser legs.

Tyrant, cruel punishment.

The Eastern United States has been a democratic society for over two hundred years, and abolished the death penalty a hundred years ago. With public trials no longer able to torture people, this scene of more than thirty people hanging from trees is a truly brutal example of social regression.

A rope gently passed over the neck of the astonished poacher.

Su Yinjun smiled at the poacher for the first time.

"My name is Su Yinjun. When you meet King Yama in the underworld, remember to tell him that I killed you. Don't slander others."

Su Yinjun pulled down the rope in her hand, and the poacher with the rope around his neck was lifted up. The poacher struggled incessantly, gripping the rope with both hands.

Given human physical capabilities, this struggle lasted no more than a minute before the poacher's trousers, which were being hoisted up, began to get wet, and urine started dripping down his trouser legs onto the ground.

Su Yinjun looked up and stared at the hanging tree she had made for a while, then shook her head.

"Those who commit many unrighteous acts will surely perish."

Su Yinjun turned around, her body enveloped in white wisps of wind, and she flew ten meters into the air before heading towards a nearby city.