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

Zhou Yan explained.

"This cliff was cut down with a single sword stroke."

Zhou Yan used his hand as a knife, slicing from top to bottom.

Little Yama understands.

"Was it the work of the God of Literature?"

Zhou Yan hummed in agreement.

"It seems the God of Literature has truly come to the underworld, and has even fought with the ghosts and monsters there."

Lin'an sighed.

"After Wenquxing was resurrected, he watched helplessly as the Eastern Xia Federation split and perished. Afterwards, he was very remorseful and told me that our country cannot decline like this. We must rise up and not let our descendants become slaves of a conquered nation like us."

"After the Eternal Night Calamity occurred, Wenquxing seemed to have discovered something. After telling us his last wishes, he came to the Ghost Gate."

Little Yama hesitated.

"Does this Wenquxing guy really think he can find me in the underworld?"

Zhou Yan chimed in from the side.

"It's possible..."

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about these things anymore."

Little Yama clapped his hands, and the Imperial Chariot of the Netherworld descended from mid-air.

Little Yama boarded the carriage.

"It's a bit far over there, let's go there in my carriage."

Zhou Yan and Lin Anru boarded the carriage one after the other, but the three of them did not go inside the Siyou Imperial Carriage, but instead sat next to the coachman.

Si You rode his chariot and flew towards the traces left by the Wenqu Star that Zhou Yan had seen.

He hadn't seen it on the ground, but now that Zhou Yan was in mid-air, he realized that following the trail he had just seen, there were many ditches, meteorite craters, and several collapsed mountains on the ground.

2 Of course, after a hundred years, ordinary people wouldn't think much of these things, but Zhou Yan, using his omniscience, directly identified them as traces left by the God of Literature.

After watching for a while, Lin Anru, who was standing next to Zhou Yan, sighed.

4. "It seems that Wenquxing did not have an easy time coming here back then. He has already demolished several mountain peaks when he was less than 100 kilometers away from the gates of hell."

The imperial carriage continued forward.

After passing the several mountain peaks that Zhou Yan had seen, there were large areas of meteorite craters.

3. From the ground, these meteorite craters look like basins or puddles, but from the air, they appear as traces of battle.

5. Zhou Yan couldn't hold back any longer.

6. "Was Wenquxing given a passive taunt effect back then? How did he manage to fight his way from the brink of death to a place 200 kilometers away? Are these ghosts just fixated on Wenquxing?"

4. Little Yama pondered on the side.

"It's possible that something unusual happened at the core of the underworld, causing many ghosts to migrate to the Gate of Hell. Wenquxing arrived at the wrong time, just in time to run into the ghost migration group."

Zhou Yan added a sentence.

"For example, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva drives these ghosts out of the underworld in order to empty the underworld?"

Zhou Yan had discussed the hypothesis that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva drove the ghosts and monsters out of the underworld with Lin Anru. Now that Zhou Yan had mentioned it, Lin Anru asked about it.

"Could it be that after Wenquxing (the God of Literature) entered the underworld, he met Ksitigarbha (the Bodhisattva of the Sea), and was then...?"

Wenquxing was killed by Ksitigarbha.

Zhou Yan and Little Yama both fell silent.

The greatest danger in this search for Wenquxing is that Wenquxing may have been killed by Ksitigarbha.

I will have to have a battle with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to settle the karma of this world.

The problem is that my own awakening level is less than 40%, while Little Yama's awakening level is 60% because he controls Baodu City. But to fight against Ksitigarbha, a great Bodhisattva of Buddhism, with only 60% awakening level...

I feel a little guilty.

Zhou Yan followed the trail left by the Wenquxing star again and sensed that there was no danger.

The imperial carriage continued its journey.

There were more signs of battle ahead: large swathes of crystalline soil, collapsed hilltops, and trenches that had been cut open.

The battle had progressed to approximately 2,000 to 4,000 kilometers away, and the damage caused by the battle began to decrease.

Continuing along the trail, you come to a range of mountains. This mountain range is unknown, a gloomy place in the underworld. Surprisingly, these mountains are covered with vegetation and flowers, making them look almost identical to mountains in the human world.

Moreover, the traces of battle left by Wenquxing disappear here.

Si You's imperial carriage arrived at the top of the mountain, and Zhou Yan, who had been staring down below, suddenly shouted.

"Wait a moment!"

Little Yama brought the vehicle to a stop.

Zhou Yan closed one eye, looking down with only one eye.

In Zhou Yan's only open eye, within this vegetated mountain range, a young woman with delicate features, dressed simply, was carrying a load of timber on her back and walking along a path.

At the end of the path was a very simple courtyard made of wood, stone and earth.

In the small courtyard, a young man was tilling the land with a hoe, and a child was eating a cucumber beside him.

Putting the child aside for the moment, Zhou Yan glanced at the young people in the courtyard and then opened their attribute panel.

Name: Ye An.

Zhou Yan: "..."

This mountain possesses extremely powerful illusion magic; after seeing through the illusion...

The God of Literature is actually inside this mountain.

No wonder the signs of battle disappeared here.

The girl carrying firewood entered the courtyard and spoke gently to the young scholar.

"Husband, I went to the county and bought some meat. I'll cook it for our children later."

Zhou Yan opened the young woman's profile page.

Name: Ksitigarbha.

Zhou Yan: "..."

Wenquxing Ni...

She and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva have a child together?!

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What's down there?

Little Yama also looked down at the mountain range beneath his feet.

In Little Yama's eyes, the mountains below were layered and covered with lush vegetation; it was just an ordinary, primitive area with nothing particularly noteworthy.

Lin Anru, who was beside Zhou Yan, also looked down. The scenery in her eyes was similar to what Xiao Yanjun saw, so there was nothing to say.

Zhou Yan stared down for a long time. After a gust of cold wind blew by, Zhou Yan slowly raised his head, took a breath, and said.

"I think we've misjudged the situation in the underworld..."

Little Yama asked, puzzled.

"What misjudgment? Is the corpse of the Fengdu Emperor lying down here, and a fierce man who slaughtered the Fengdu Emperor right next to the corpse?"

The Emperor of Fengdu was a Heavenly Emperor in the underworld. Even the Little King of Hell couldn't imagine what kind of fierce person could be able to kill the Emperor of Fengdu in the underworld.

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"Even more outrageous..."

Below, Wenquxing (the God of Literature) had already put his arm around Ksitigarbha's waist and entered the thatched hut built of earth, stone, and wood.

As Zhou Yan entered, he clearly saw Wenquxing's lips press down towards Ksitigarbha's face.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said shyly.

"The child is still here..."

Zhou Yan: “(?_?)”

I'm still just a child...

"Brother Yan..."

Zhou Yan pointed to a mountain peak below and said.

"Park here."

"okay."

Little Yama patted the back of the horse pulling his cart.

The horse neighed softly and ran off the road.

The Siyou Imperial Carriage moved extremely fast; Little Yama had barely patted the horse's back when it was already on the ground.

Zhou Yan got off the coachman's seat, and after getting off the carriage, he turned back to Little Yanjun and said to Lin Anru.

"Brother Yan, senior sister, follow me, walk quietly, don't make any noise, and, um, follow my footprints, don't step on other places."

Little Yama and Lin'an agreed.

Zhou Yan looked around.

Because of his low level of awakening, Omniscient can only see that Zhou Yan is currently in a powerful, illusion-like place; he can't see anything else.

If you can't tell, you can't tell.

Zhou Yan walked down the hillside.

Little Yama, Lin'an Si Ru followed. After a few steps, Lin'an Si Ru and Little Yama sensed something was wrong.

As you continue down this road, the environment begins to change.

In the previous step, there was a tree on the left; in the next step, there is a shrub on the left. In the previous step, the ground was facing down; in the next step, the ground is facing up.

Neither Lin Anru nor Xiao Yanjun were naive newcomers. Xiao Yanjun had fought against various awakened beings in the past, and Lin Anru had lived for over three hundred years, killing at least eighty to one hundred thousand ghosts. Among these ghosts he had killed, what kind of abilities did they lack?

Seeing this, both of them knew that they had encountered a powerful illusion or a form of divination.

Zhou Yan, who was walking ahead, turned at an intersection. As soon as they passed the intersection, Xiao Yanjun and Lin Anru, who had already sensed that something was wrong, felt something was amiss again.

The problem is that the environment after this intersection seems to have settled down; after walking a few more steps, the environment didn't change.

Zhou Yan continued walking ahead, but after walking half a kilometer, he stopped under a footprint.

Lin'an, who was behind, asked curiously.

“These footprints belong to the God of Literature.”

Zhou Yan laughed.

"Do you really think Wenquxing's feet could be that small?"

Little Yama walked to the footprint, put his little foot in to measure it, and then said.

"These feet should be size 37, while Old Ye's feet are size 43."

"If that's the case..."

Lin'an Ru also stared at the small footprints.

"Ghost footprints don't look like this. Could it be that you specifically looked at this footprint because it belongs to a human?"

Zhou Yan's expression was strange.

"Let's forget about this... let's keep going."

Zhou Yan was a little unsure how to explain that the footprint belonged to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Zhou Yan turned around and followed the footprints onto a mountain path. At the end of the path was a small hill with a small house on it. Outside the house, a child was hoeing the ground.