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

Lin Qiye rubbed his forehead, subconsciously glancing at the girl who had stopped the armored figures. A thoughtful expression flashed across his face, but it quickly replaced with a calm one.

"This kid is a little slow-witted, don't mind him."

The girl looked up at him intently, without saying a word, but simply shook her head gently.

Nothing else happened, and Lu Yu and Lin Qiye walked out of the main hall.

On the way, under the guidance of She Niu Lu, the boy learned that the girl in his arms was an ancient person from two thousand years ago named Jialan.

"You mean, you've been lying in that coffin since the Han Dynasty?"

Is he still conscious?

For two thousand years, a person lying in this coffin has faced more than just the issue of enduring loneliness...

The boy's previously calm expression softened with a hint of helplessness and tenderness, while the deer guide beside him secretly gave him a thumbs-up.

This is when you need to use a self-inflicted injury to lower your guard at the beginning.

She was about to ask another question when Lin Qiye suddenly asked a suffocating question:

"Then you've been wearing this outfit for two thousand years?"

Garan: "???"

Lu Yu: "..."

Seven Nights, you deserve to be single!

Is this a question that should be asked?

"...It has an automatic cleaning function!"

Lu Yu resisted the urge to knock someone's head and explained.

"Feng is about to wake up, let's go out first."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiye's eyes lit up: "Has that reincarnated god returned?"

Lu Yu nodded: "Yes...it followed us all the way here, and was awakened as soon as we came in..."

The boy was stunned for half a second, then immediately realized: "Uncle Li?"

Is it the Night Watchman?

Such a coincidence?

Lu Yu smiled and said, "How could it be such a coincidence?"

Lin Qiye was taken aback; he realized he had unknowingly blurted out his true feelings.

"That paper figure was actually his guide..."

Fengdu has been without a master for so long. If it is not returned to its rightful place soon, the Western pantheon will really try every means to take it away.

Li Deyang's return is not only part of the original plot, but also a result of the forces of Heaven pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Let's go, Seven Nights..."

The girl stepped forward, crossing the threshold of the main hall, and turned to look at Lin Qiye and Jialan, whom he was holding.

"This is the joyous occasion of the return and ascension of the Emperor of Fengdu..."

It was also the death ceremony for the mortal Li Deyang...

As the three emerged, they saw a familiar-looking giant ant approaching from beneath the central floating palace, seemingly with ill intentions.

"Is it the queen ant?"

Lu Yu sneered, "We blew up its lair, but it still panicked and ran here?"

Lin Qiye stood beside her, also puzzled: "How did it get in? Wasn't that door closed after we came in?"

"They dug a hole, didn't they..."

Lu Yu snorted, glanced down at Di Ting and his teammates who were also running towards the palace, and then looked at the people beside him:

"Captain, a class enemy has appeared—the Queen Ant. I request permission to pursue and kill her."

Lin Qiye smiled: "Of course, this is something we should do together."

Lin Qiye stood up straight and hugged Jialan tightly, and Lu Yu raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder. The magic power circulated around their bodies and they instantly left their original spot.

……

Li Deyang stood on the suspended steps, looking down at the stone steps beneath his feet, which were covered with mottled and varied patterns, and felt as if he had returned to that day.

He watched as his longtime colleague and friend stepped onto the front lines where he was doomed. That bodhisattva, who had devoted himself to saving all the people in the underworld, had done countless good deeds in his life, yet he used his divine power and immortal bones as a spear to deliver the most painful blow to the underworld against its enemies.

Too many souls have died, too many ghosts and gods have fallen...

He couldn't count who fell from the clouds first, whose blood was spilled on the River of Oblivion...

Ksitigarbha's dream ultimately failed to be realized...

Even the Di Ting that the man entrusted to him could only watch helplessly as the divine beast perished before the Buddha altar, determined to follow the Bodhisattva.

But he is the Emperor of Fengdu, and he has the duty to protect the Great Xia.

He could not back down, so when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva passed away, he could not step forward to grieve. The underworld could not lose its pillar of strength in the face of danger. He could only accept the golden light of countless merits washing over his whole body and receive the last gift from his friend.

“My divine position has been shattered, and I can never return, but Your Majesty, I believe you will always be there for me…”

"When the time comes, please check for me: Is the Underworld alright? Is Di Ting alright?"

The man hesitated, unwilling to move forward.

How could I bear to part with my loved ones in this lifetime...

How can I face the complete annihilation of my past life?

And there's Ksitigarbha...

What kind of expression should I use to look at you for you?

Behold, Di Ting has died after you...

With the second Di Ting appearing, there's no possibility of him returning...

Who am I?

Is it Li Deyang, the night watchman of the Great Xia Dynasty?

Or is it the Northern Yin Emperor of Fengdu?

"...Fengdu..."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind him. Li Deyang seemed to want to turn his head, but in the end he held back.

That's not Ksitigarbha's Di Ting anymore...

He knows.

"……His Majesty……"

It was the same familiar voice, but this time, the tone made Li Deyang sigh deeply.

"...He said he didn't blame you, but..."

Di Ting looked at the man on the steps. His body, which had undergone countless reincarnations, was no longer the same as before, but it still made people feel at ease.

"But... after you left, the underworld was too lonely, and he wanted to go home..."

The man's body trembled almost imperceptibly. After a long while, he finally relaxed as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and nodded with a gentle smile.

"Thank you... Little Di Ting..."

Little Di Ting felt a little awkward, but still looked up at him: "...It's time. Go, Your Majesty. You don't need to worry about the future. The Underworld won't be just you."

The man smiled, raised his head, and slowly took his first step, then followed closely behind, two steps, three steps...

He only stopped when he reached the very top, turned around, and looked at the people below.

The black behemoth lowered its head the moment he turned around, its forehead touching the steps, its front paws bent, as if in a bow.

"Primordial Listening—"

On behalf of all beings in the underworld... we respectfully welcome the Great Emperor of the Northern Yin...

The man on the high platform closed his eyes, accepting the worship of the underworld beasts, yet at this moment, he thought only of—

In the future, there would be no more Li Deyang, the Night's Watchman...

From then on, he was the Great Emperor of Fengdu in the Northern Underworld.

The majestic, unyielding black palace, after a thousand years of vacancy, still floats above numerous cities.

At the highest point of the great hall, a dark throne slowly condensed and floated down, its aura, which should have been sinister and terrifying, instead carried an extremely strong and pure pressure.

The man leaned slightly forward, about to sit on the throne—

Meanwhile, in this ancient city that had been desolate for a thousand years, all the gates were wide open, and the paper lanterns in every household began to sway without wind, as if the original residents of those courtyards were welcoming their emperor back.

"...It's like coming home..."

The man gave a wry smile, his mind filled with the image of his daughter's smiling face and his elderly father making dumplings and waiting for him to come home.

"They've waited for me all these years..."

Having regained his footing, he had already ascended the throne.

The emperor's crown fell from his head, and his clothes changed as his spiritual level continued to rise.

River Realm, Sea Realm, Boundless Realm... Klein Realm...

Until finally, it stopped at the realm of the gods.