We bear people have power

Beneath the Yellow Springs, in the Avici Hell, countless vengeful souls wail in anguish. In this hell, there is only endless suffering, not a shred of peace.

The horrific scenes are unfolding one after another. The vengeful spirits who have fallen into hell, even if they cannot bear it, cannot be completely annihilated and can only endure these torments day and night.

The resentment is overwhelming. If these vengeful spirits were to descend to the human world, even a single one could cause boundless slaughter and turn an entire city into a ghost town.

But above this hell, a golden lotus flower suppresses everything.

Any vengeful spirit that tries to escape will be cast deeper into hell and suffer even greater torment once it gets close to the Golden Lotus.

They resented and hated, wanting to destroy all that was beautiful in the world, but this overwhelming hatred could not cross the giant golden lotus and spread even a little bit outward.

On this golden lotus, a Bodhisattva chants scriptures for guiding souls to rebirth in the Pure Land, day after day, for a thousand years, using boundless vows to dissolve the resentment of these evil spirits.

Perhaps only once every hundred years will a demon awaken to the truth, escape this boundless sea of ​​suffering, and be reborn in paradise, but the number of souls thrown into hell every day only increases.

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty," this is the great vow made by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Although it has accumulated immense power for him, making him arguably the strongest Bodhisattva in Buddhism, this vow is also a shackle, preventing him from leaving even for a moment and ensuring his eternal freedom.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, on the other hand, was quite content with this; in Guan Bo's words, he was "a born homebody!"

Just now, this extremely reclusive Bodhisattva suddenly stopped chanting scriptures, formed a mudra with his hands, and issued a decree to the mortal world.

When Hei Wuchang received it, it was as if all the torment in hell had been transferred to him, and his face immediately turned ashen.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wasn't embarrassed at all, but simply asked the void, "Why?"

The question had no particular order; it was more like talking to oneself. But in the previously empty sky above hell, a golden light emerged from nothingness and then transformed into the image of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The golden phantom said to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, "I cannot fathom his origins."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was also somewhat surprised and asked, "Like that monkey?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva replied, "It looks like it, but it doesn't."

These ambiguous words carried a Zen-like meaning, but Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva understood them immediately and said, "Since that's the case, why do you interfere with his own path?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has been staying at home for a long time and is used to being sparing with words. The fact that he could ask such a long question shows how excited he was.

"Because of the journey to the West, we've already gone more than halfway." Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed, and the golden phantom disappeared.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva remained silent, but soon, the scriptures for guiding souls to rebirth in the Pure Land began to echo once more in hell. This time, however, the chanting seemed to be faster than before.

Guan Bo was unaware of this conversation above Hell; he only knew that he was currently facing a major problem.

Black Impermanence said that as long as Guan Bo touched him, he would win. Guan Bo knew things wouldn't be that simple, but he still tried touching Black Impermanence's short, stout body.

As expected, the hand passed right through Black Impermanence's body, as if touching thin air.

Seeing this, Baiwa quickly said, "Use my bone!" The little girl was decisive and immediately pulled out a small piece of finger bone, turned it into ashes, and sprinkled it on Hei Wuchang.

Previously, those ghost messengers, even with just a little bit of contact, became tangible and could be touched by flesh and blood.

However, Black Impermanence remained unmoved; the gray ashes flew by, yet not a single one managed to stick to him.

Clearly, Baiwa'er's methods can deal with ghost messengers, but not with Hei Wuchang, the underworld general.

Guan Bo tried to use his demonic power to create a demonic wind and blow it towards Hei Wuchang, but he still couldn't create even the slightest ripple.

The same was true for Gongsun Jing and Lingxiu's flying swords; even using their trump card, the Reversed Five Elements Sword Technique, they couldn't even touch the hem of Hei Wuchang's clothes.

Black Impermanence stood there, yet it was as if he wasn't there at all; neither magic nor physical body could touch him in the slightest.

Undeterred, Guan Bo revealed his true form, slamming his hand into the ground beneath Hei Wuchang's feet. With a single blow, he dug a large pit. Yet Hei Wuchang remained unperturbed, suspended in mid-air.

The ground beneath his feet had no effect on him whatsoever.

Guan Bo was indignant, so he did the opposite, dug up a large pile of soil, and buried the Black Impermanence, leaving only his head sticking out.

I thought to myself, "This time he probably won't be able to take it anymore."

Black Impermanence maintained the same expression, without even twitching his eyebrows.

This almost puts them in an invincible position, no wonder Black Impermanence was so confident in making this bet.

"Are there really any spells in this world that are unsolvable?" Guan Bo asked Gongsun Jing.

"The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine. Even the Great Dao has its hidden aspects, so there are naturally no perfect spells in the world," Gongsun Jing said with great certainty.

The explanation of "the one that has vanished" is too mystical. For Guan Bo, who is semi-illiterate in cultivation, it is more understandable to say that it is a flaw.

But where exactly is the flaw?

Guan Bo circled around Black Impermanence a few times, and it really lived up to the joke that he looked full of flaws, but in fact, he was flawless.

However, Guan Bo was, after all, a transmigrator, and his imagination ran wilder than most. Seeing that Black Impermanence was indeed flawless, he set his sights on the mourning staff beside him.

Just now, Hei Wuchang slammed the mourning staff aside, and it stuck into the ground. Guan Bo looked at it and realized that this treasure was indeed a physical object.

He reached out and grabbed the mourning stick.

Good heavens, this thing is incredibly heavy, probably weighing several thousand kilograms.

Black Impermanence glanced at Guan Bo, his face expressionless. Guan Bo tried poking Black Impermanence's body with the mourning stick, but no miracle occurred; it still passed right through him without leaving a mark.

However, Guan Bo gave Black Impermanence a mysterious smile, then flew away with the mourning staff.

Black Impermanence could only watch helplessly as his natal magic weapon was taken away, thinking to himself: So what if you took it? Could you possibly steal a treasure that I've refined for thousands of years? Once the bet is over, getting it back will be a piece of cake.

But after Guan Bo flew to a place where he couldn't see him, Hei Wuchang felt a pang of fear. Having been a ghost messenger for so many years, it had been a long time since he'd felt this sudden surge of emotion. After all, without a heart and blood, how could he possibly have such a sudden urge?

But this time, the feeling was so strong, as if I were about to lose something precious.

Just as he was filled with doubt and surprise, he suddenly felt his connection with the mourning staff being severed. This sensation took him by surprise.

This mourning staff had been in his hands for over a thousand years; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that man and staff were one. Yet now, he could no longer sense the presence of the mourning staff at all.

"The connection with the treasure imprinted in my mind has been lost. I feel like I've heard about this before," Black Impermanence thought to himself.

Black Impermanence is a senior figure who has experienced much and knows a lot. This is a good thing, but his imagination is too vivid, and he instantly thought of a famous magic weapon from the Investiture of the Gods.

"A treasure coin?! This little demon actually possesses such a treasure?!"

In a moment of desperation, he involuntarily took a small step forward.