Slayer of Gods: I lied; I became the agent of the Nine Gods.

Millions of years, though a long time for gods and mythical beasts, are not boring.

They became the deepest bond in this underworld.

Even when Consort Pingxin passed away on the banks of the River of Oblivion, Di Ting was saddened, but not disheartened.

But peace can never last forever, just as the River of Oblivion flows ceaselessly.

The war broke out too suddenly. Di Ting was still resting in his cave when the thick gray fog had already swept towards Da Xia.

Countless gods went to fight—

Countless gods fell one after another…

Even immortal beings are powerless in the face of this strange power.

Blessed by heaven and earth, Di Ting stood in the thick gray fog and watched all this happen, at a loss for what to do.

His heart was filled with helplessness and panic at the unexpected turn of events.

The fear that swept over him in that instant reminded Di Ting of the day when Lady Pingxin passed away.

"...After I leave, I'm entrusting Di Ting to your care..."

Even as the kind-hearted Mother of the Six Paths was about to return to nature, she was still thinking of the little divine beast she had brought back.

She had no fear of death, after all, it was something she had always faced.

The deity merely looked at Ksitigarbha, who was kneeling on the ground before him, gently stroked his head, and said with a smile:

"Although he disliked the noise of his inner voice, he couldn't stand loneliness the most..."

Di Ting was already crying uncontrollably, leaving only the young man stroking his fur and slowly nodding: "I will do my best... Your Majesty."

"That's enough..."

She stroked Diting's head and gently comforted him:

"Listen, don't be sad."

The deity was as gentle as when they first met, but with a hint of longing for something.

"I just went to find her. I am her spirit, which is a good thing..."

After she transformed into the six realms, I missed her every single day. Now that I can go back, I am filled with joy.

So don't be sad, be happy for me...

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Di Ting sped through the clouds and quickly returned to the territory of Fengdu.

Blood flowed like rivers, and the heretics died in silence.

The waters of the River of Oblivion were tinged with a golden red, and countless wandering souls stood at the bridgehead. In the very center stood Meng Po, who was now lifeless, stirring the water with a ladle.

"My lord... please stop making soup..."

"We don't want to be reborn in the Pure Land... Your Excellency... Please..."

"What's not to be content living in the underworld after death... My lord, rest now..."

The goddess Meng Po, who was sometimes lazy and reluctant to work, used all her divine power to brew the endless Meng Po soup when disaster struck...

Knowing this outcome, Di Ting could no longer stand steadily. He looked up at the Heavenly Palace, where the sky was filled with red light.

"...Please, please don't let anything happen to you..."

As the divine beast arrived at the steps below the Heavenly Palace, a bell rang, and the world shone with boundless light. The golden light of merit, brimming with vitality, floated over this scarred land...

That familiar scent...

It's Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...

The ghosts following behind couldn't stop shedding tears of blood:

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."

"It was a Bodhisattva... He spontaneously combusted his divine body and divine position..."

"Woooooooo..."

"No……"

No……

Di Ting thought the same thing.

He climbed the steps like a madman and rushed into the main hall.

Inside the main hall, only the Emperor of Fengdu, who was usually always busy with official business and rarely seen, remained.

"Listen carefully..."

He lowered his eyes, seemingly having calmed down.

"Where is Ksitigarbha? Where are the others?"

The Emperor smiled as he set himself ablaze, his eyes misting over, as if bidding farewell:

"He's gone first...but it's too late..."

"The moment Meng Po's soup for rebirth was successfully brewed... he had already passed away..."

The Bodhisattva, who was meant to save all sentient beings, unleashed the most powerful attack of his life, but paid the price with his own body...

He burned all the divine tablets as merit, giving a chance to the beings in hell who could not be saved.

Now, the Emperor of Fengdu, the ruler of the underworld, must also answer the Heavenly Venerable's summons...

The clear, bright call from the heavens and the holy light that descended illuminated the deepest pain and coldness in the listener's heart at that moment.

"Lied to me……"

The black behemoth suddenly grew larger, opened its blood-red maw, and bit at the god standing in the pillar of light.

He was stopped outside the beam of light.

"Listen, it has been millions of years, it's time for you to grow up..."

The Emperor of Fengdu sighed helplessly, seemingly wanting to reach out and touch his head, but then withdrew his hand.

"Before he left, he told me to take good care of you..."

A wry smile appeared on the god's lips as he looked at the divine beast baring its teeth at him and shook his head.

"How could I possibly have a chance..."

He was about to use all his cultivation and divine power to transform into this national treasure stele...

Meng Po offered sacrifices at the bridge, Ksitigarbha perished, and countless ghosts and spirits died in the chaos and calamity...

In the end, only Di Ting will remain in this underworld.

"Listen, you have the merit of following Ksitigarbha to guard the underworld. You are protected by heaven and earth and will not be in danger. Your future path..."

The god closed his eyes, unable to bear looking any longer into the bewildered and resentful eyes of the divine beast.

"He's leaving on his own..."

The black beast stared blankly as the god within the pillar of light responded to the call from the heavens and was about to ascend into that radiant gold.

"Can't……"

You all left...

Why leave me alone?

Di Ting ran away in a frenzy, and along the way, he encountered monstrous beasts born from the impending disaster.

He bit open the throats of these scum with his teeth, and blood fell to the ground, staining the steps red.

Don't leave me behind...

Ksitigarbha, you promised me...

You want me to go see you and become a Buddha...

fraud……

The divine beast stumbled and staggered to the steps below the Heavenly Palace, only to be met once again by countless monstrous beasts.

"The underworld... how dare you come here to commit evil deeds..."

The mythical beast spat out the flesh and blood of its enemies and charged into the countless shadows.

In the very end, he no longer remembered how many enemies he had killed, nor how many wounds he had sustained...

Di Ting was protected so well by Pingxin and Dizang... that they almost forgot he was born into a dog-eat-dog world...

The gods in the sky could barely see the black figure; after several searches…

He opened his eyes wide, and after a long while, just as he was about to offer the sacrifice, he sighed, "What a fool..."

Behind the overlapping corpses amidst that cloud of mist...

A limping mythical beast descended to the human world.

He came to a dilapidated temple.

The divine beast seemed oblivious to the effects of the deep, bone-revealing wounds on its body.

He simply dragged his weary body into the small temple.

That was the Buddha statue that he and Ksitigarbha had returned to the place of his birth after making a vow, repaired it, and then erected. The kind-faced young bodhisattva sat leisurely on the back of a one-horned divine beast.

“Ksitigarbha…”

The temple was in complete disrepair; the statue of the Bodhisattva on the lotus throne on the high platform was so shattered that it was unrecognizable.

"I shouldn't have trusted you in the first place..."

He tilted his head back, a dark trail of water running down his black fur, finally landing on the ground and splashing into a flower of blood—whether it was blood and tears or blood mixed with his wounds, it was hard to tell…

He finally lost his footing and collapsed in the gray mist, staring at the Buddhist altar before him, letting out a low, drawn-out moan…

Knowing that he was the only Di Ting in the world, he no longer wished to live in the empty hell and returned to the human world that had given him birth.

Everyone wants him to live...

But that's not fair...

The one left behind suffers the most...

The cycle of reincarnation continues; they can be reborn, but what about that bastard whose divine position has been lost...?

Di Ting feared loneliness, so Ksitigarbha accompanied him for thousands of years...

Let him go find him a thousand years from now...

The mythical beast, its head bowed, closed its eyes, filled with hatred and resentment.

After I die, when the next Di Ting arrives in the underworld...

I beg the spirits of the underworld...

Let him go home...

Please ask him to take a look for me at that time.

Is the underworld empty...?

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Waaah, I've made myself feel emo. I'm going to watch some "Non-Human Beings" to cheer myself up.

Finally! I teased Di Ting all the way here just for this moment of remembrance! No comparison, no pain~

Don't worry, it's a happy ending. Little Di Ting is still Little Di Ting, not a substitute! I really won't be sad! It's a build-up of tension~