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

Two wisps of black aura seeped from the black jade token, circulating back and forth as they were inhaled.

The four Lesser Yama Kings attempted to use their own power to strengthen the aura of the Fengdu Emperor within the Black Jade Token. Of course, they didn't know what the effect of doing such a thing would be.

Anyway, if something goes wrong, we can just run away.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble!"

Furthermore, the ground beneath Zhou Yan's feet and the surrounding hills began to tremble, and several small hills began to collapse and crumble from the top.

Enlightenment cracks, so large they could devour mortals, began to appear beneath Zhou Yan's feet.

However, none of those present were ordinary people. Lin An grabbed Zhou Yan and flew away. Wenquxing flew to his wife to prepare to save people. A semi-transparent palm appeared under Xiao Yanjun's feet and lifted Xiao Yanjun's feet.

The surrounding hills collapsed one by one, and large swathes of vegetation were swallowed up by the rolling earth and rocks.

The largest mountain split in the middle, revealing a finger bone inside. Several other mountains followed suit, their collapses also revealing massive finger bones within their bodies.

Zhou Yan, who was being held in Lin Anru's arms, looked at the exposed fingers and opened its attribute panel.

Then, Zhou Yan shouted.

"It's the Fengdu Emperor! This place is indeed the burial place of the Fengdu Emperor!"

The little Yama, held in the ghost's hand, immediately increased his output, pouring Yin energy and divine power into the black jade token in his hand as if it were free.

One by one, finger bones the size of mountains began to emerge from the ground around them.

Not long after, a massive metacarpal bone, so large it could blot out the sky, emerged from beneath the ground, lifting up a large chunk of earth and stone.

Next, a skull, as wide as thirty kilometers, was lifted from the ground by the force of the earthquake, bathed in the falling rocks.

A muddy, fishy smell and a thick, yin energy erupted, enveloping the skull and hand bones.

Once the stones and dirt on the skull had all fallen off, the jawbone opened, and two faint blue flames ignited in the dark eye sockets.

Little Yama was carried by a ghostly hand to the Emperor of Fengdu, whereupon he bowed and embraced him.

"The Central Ghost Emperor has come to pay his respects."

The skull of the Emperor of Fengdu turned around, facing Zhou Yan, the Little Yama.

This is a gigantic skull that is thirty kilometers wide and forty kilometers long. When you turn it around, you no longer see the face, but rather a mountain standing in front of you.

The mountain even opened its white, jade-like teeth, spewing out streams of air carrying sound.

"I...have heard it..."

The Emperor of Fengdu stretched out his hand, each of which was as thick as a mountain. He stopped his hand in front of Little Yama, and pressed down with his longest middle finger, pointing at the black jade token in Little Yama's hand.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Speculation

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..."

　Hedgehog ∠←4 fold"￠代∞購≠∵：贰氿“〗Listen∞∶（→武璐＋。 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 had already put his arm around Dizangwang's waist and entered the thatched hut built of earth, stones, 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."

　腫zhUaQu：誀¤寺*、°】∫″∫ 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 Anru followed. After a few steps, Lin Anru 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. (Swelling)

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

Little Yama walked to the footprint, stuck his little foot in to test it, and then said:

"These shoes must be size 37, while Old Ye's are size 43."

"If that's the case..."

Lin'an Ru also stared at the small footprint. *Clap*

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

Zhou Yan's expression was strange. It seemed...

"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 and followed the footprints onto a mountain path. At the end of the path was a small hill, and on the hill stood a small house. Outside the house, a child was hoeing the ground.

Little Yama, Lin'an Rudu's expression was off. (Sigh)

This is the underworld. What kind of child can appear in the underworld?

However, Zhou Yan didn't say anything. He simply bypassed the path that led directly to the house and went together to the back of the hill. They climbed up the hillside and reached the back door of the house.

There was hardly anyone at the back door of the house, and the back door was closed, but the voices of a man and a woman could be heard coming from inside the house.

First and foremost, it's the man's voice.

"Second wife, I'll chop firewood from now on. You're a young lady, and I feel guilty doing all this physical labor every day."

Zhou Yan, Xiao Yanjun, and Lin Anru stealthily approached the wall by the back door. After hearing the male voice, they heard a clear and beautiful female voice.

"Didn't you say you were going to teach Xiaolong to read and write?"

Footsteps were heard, followed by the young woman's involuntary "hmm" and the sound of bodies colliding.

Judging from the sound, Zhou Yan guessed that it must be Wenquxing embracing Dizangwang.

The male voice came out again.

"Does my role as husband mean that besides teaching the children to read and write, I don't have to do anything else?"

"I am a fine man, and I would never dare to let my wife suffer."

A shy female voice came out.

"Then our little dragon..."

After a soft kiss, the man spoke with a hint of a smile.

“Xiaolong has been learning to read and write for a long time. This child is like me, and he is very talented in literature. Now I will save up more money so that my child can take the imperial examinations for the first degree, the second degree, and then the third degree in the capital. When that happens, the magistrate of the county will come to our house and treat us with utmost respect, as equals.”

A burst of silvery laughter.

"You're dreaming..."

A gentle male voice.

"I thought it was beautiful, but you are even more beautiful..."

"Well……"

Zhou Yan heard the sounds of kissing, the sounds of clothes being undressed, and then...

Little Yama looked at Zhou Yan with a strange expression.

What's going on?

Didn't we come here to find the God of Literature?

Why are you sneaking around to the corner of someone's wall to eavesdrop on their peaceful life?

Zhou Yan said in a low voice.

"Don't you think this voice sounds familiar?"

Lin'an shook his head.

Little Yama stroked his chin and said.

"Xiao Yan, don't tell me the man in this house is the God of Literature?"

Zhou Yan gave a thumbs up.

As expected of someone who had spent half his life with the God of Literature, Little Yama recognized the scholar as the God of Literature at a glance.

Lin An's mouth gaped open in disbelief.

"Inside... the Wenquxing (a type of electronic dictionary)..."

Zhou Yan raised his head slightly and brought it close to the window of the back door.

The windows of this house are not simply supported by wooden sticks and covered with paper; instead, the windows are covered with a board, which can be propped up from the inside out with wooden sticks when needed.

This made things easier for Zhou Yan, who gently opened a crack in the window with his fingers and looked inside.

Lin Anru, who was standing nearby, rolled her eyes and handed over a phone with the camera already turned on, but Zhou Yan pushed it away.

Little Yama moved closer to Zhou Yan, his cerebellum 7≮±4∫? Yi [Liu≠≤〉⊙｀♂№釟] swollen: his bag also stared at the gap that Zhou Yan had opened.

This seems to be somewhat unfriendly to Wenquxing (a Chinese electronic dictionary).