How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"Indeed, since all of you prodigies are in such high spirits, there's no point in just having a contest. How about we set up a prize? Whoever wins, my Underworld will give out three Nine Nether Ten Burial Pills!"

With a wave of his sleeve, the Tenth King caused a cloud of energy to surge and swirl within his robes, from which three vibrant and lifelike elixirs emerged.

This elixir was as large as a goose egg, pitch black all over, with a faint ghostly flame swirling around it. Although it was pitch black, it was surrounded by elixir clouds and exuded a refreshing fragrance.

Furthermore, three divine consciousnesses transformed into jet-black chains to bind the pill. This was a celestial pill; if it were not restrained, it would fly away like a pair of birds.

"I'm sure you've all heard of my Netherworld Ten Burial Pills. They temper the divine sense, enlighten the primordial spirit, elevate the spiritual realm, and even offer the opportunity to comprehend the mystical arts of the underworld. What do you think of these pills?"

The Ten Kings had a smile on their lips as they stared blankly at Ksitigarbha in the distance.

He received orders from Hades to teach the Western Religion a lesson, ideally making them bleed profusely and restoring face to the Underworld.

Seeing that the two were already at odds, he went along with it and took out this elixir as a prize.

Even though Li Muyun is only at the Nascent Soul stage, how could someone who has gained the approval and recognition of the Underworld King be mediocre? He has placed his bets on Li Muyun.

Ksitigarbha's expression turned bitter, his calm demeanor revealing a hint of bewilderment, and his face was full of reluctance.

He was by nature calm and easygoing, and he was already reluctant to take on this task of leading people to provoke him, and now he was even being asked to offer a treasure as a prize...

There was no other way; all ten kings had taken out their elixirs, and it would be petty of them to remain indifferent.

"Since the Ten Kings want to win something, this humble monk has three bottles of Bodhi Elixir. I wonder if the Ten Kings would be interested?"

Ksitigarbha patted the white-haired dog beneath him. The white-haired dog frowned, and with a swipe of its claws, it produced three bottles of emerald green liquid.

The emerald green liquid inside this small porcelain bottle is full of life, bubbling and boiling, with a constant flow of energy brewing within it.

When the Ten Kings saw the three bottles of Bodhi Liquid, their expressions lit up, and they quickly nodded in agreement.

I never expected Ksitigarbha to be so generous, taking out this Bodhi liquid.

This Bodhi liquid is made by refining many pure Bodhi seeds, which must be the fruit of the Bodhi tree where the great masters of the Western religion reside.

Moreover, it must be a six-petaled small Vajra Bodhi seed, the highest quality Bodhi fruit, which can only be refined by combining great supernatural powers.

Ksitigarbha looked somewhat pained, and his already droopy expression turned even more furrowed.

"Hahaha, this prize will surely inspire you all to strive harder and win this competition. Now, let's hand over the stage to these young people."

The Ten Kings were very satisfied. If they could win, they would not only wipe away the humiliation, but also make Ksitigarbha feel the pain in his body.

Li Muyun and the others were people favored by the King of the Underworld, so even if they obtained the Immortal Elixir and Bodhi Elixir, it would still be a good thing for their Underworld.

Upon seeing such a treasure, Li Muyun's eyes lit up.

Although he didn't know the quality of that Bodhi liquid, it was so amazing that even the Ten Kings were astonished, so its grade couldn't be low.

It is probably even better than the elixir of immortality.

He was ordered to help the underworld in the competition. If they won, they would find out the whereabouts of the divine sword and also get the elixir of immortality.

There's a reason why we should win this battle...

Li Muyun's expression shifted slightly as he quickly calculated in his mind that there were three major events in this competition.

First, we discussed the principles; second, we discussed the methods; and third, we discussed opportunities and serendipity…

Of the three contests, he was at a disadvantage in the debate. Even if he could defeat one of them, the other two monks were both at the ninth level of the Void Refinement stage, making it difficult for the Great Green Ox and Fairy to win.

However, if you win two of those matches, you can win this one.

A chilling fighting spirit suddenly surged within him. He took a step forward, his fighting spirit soaring, and stared at the three monks in the distance.

"Ah."

Ksitigarbha, standing in the distance, glanced back at the three monks but said nothing, only nodding.

The three monks all showed slight changes in their expressions, clearly coveting the treasure they had just taken out.

"We will certainly live up to Your Excellency's expectations!"

Bu Jing licked his lips, his expression burning with desire, staring at the bottle of Bodhi liquid floating in the void, wishing he could snatch it right now.

This Bodhi liquid is a treasure of the Western religion, a divine medicine to strengthen the physical body. Even ordinary six-petaled small Vajra Bodhi fruits are extremely precious, let alone this kind of nourishing divine medicine.

If one can take it and refine one's Vajra body, then upon reaching Nirvana, one may well ascend to the rank of Arhat!

Thinking of this, Bu Jing rubbed his hands together, unable to contain himself any longer, eager to make a big splash.

"Now that everyone is ready, the first match is about to begin."

The Ten Kings stood with their hands behind their backs, ten rotating wheels slowly emerging behind them. With a calm wave of their hands, boundless colorful clouds gathered and surged forth, only to be dispersed by their gesture.

A circular arena suddenly descended, rising from the valley floor, with a chilling wind blowing around it.

"The first contest is a debate on the art of Tao. Both sides will explain their understanding of the Tao, with myself and Venerable Ksitigarbha as the judges. Do you have any objections?"

The Ten Kings, with solemn expressions, read out the competition rules, their majestic eyes sweeping calmly over the crowd.

Everyone shook their heads and agreed to the rules.

Li Muyun, his companion, and an ox stood on the south side of the arena, while the two monks, Bujie and Bujing, stood on the north side, facing each other.

The south is shrouded in dark, abyssal energy, while the north is bathed in the bright, daylight-like light of Buddha. The two are in opposition in the Western Paradise of the Underworld.

Li Muyun landed on the arena, only to see that there were only Bu Jie and Bu Jing on the opposite arena.

Realizing that Amoghavajra's practice of silent meditation was indeed a disadvantage in this debate, he was unable to offer any further words.

Even for this reason, which resulted in one less person from the Western Sect being able to participate in the debate, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva remained indifferent, only lowering his brows and head as if deep in thought.

This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is truly impartial. Even though one person is missing and one mouth is missing, the one with the strongest cultivation and strength still feels uneasy and remains silent.

How could the Ten Kings not see this situation? They just didn't mention it, and it was absolutely impossible for them to bring it up themselves.

"As for discussing the Dao, the two of us are sufficient. There is no need to trouble Brother Bukong to take action. Our Western Buddhism, both Mahayana and Hinayana, all return to the source, forming a complete system that penetrates heaven and earth, elucidating all things. Its Dao and principles are clearly revealed."

The fat monk sat cross-legged on the ground with a beaming smile. His body shimmered with Buddhist light and shone with golden brilliance. The Sanskrit characters on his head made him look like a smiling Buddha.

"Indeed, indeed! Our Buddha, the World-Honored One, has said that the Eightfold Path has resonated throughout the ages: Right View, Right Thought, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, and Right Concentration. These principles dispel ignorance and lead to Buddhahood; they are the way of heaven and earth!"

Another strong monk, Bujing, spoke rapidly, reciting Sanskrit scriptures fluently and powerfully, each word like a pearl, as if the Sanskrit language resounded through the clouds.

Upon hearing this, many monks and celestial maidens clapped and cheered, cheering for the two to attain enlightenment. For a moment, the Buddha's light shone brightly, and the scene was magnificent.