Yang Jian bowed slightly and did not speak.
"Go ahead. I'm still waiting for you in the depths of the underworld.”Meng Po said kindly.
Yang Jian bowed again and followed the reaper onto the Bridge of Helplessness.
After crossing the Bridge of Helplessness and stepping onto the Road to the Underworld, he passed through the eighteen levels of hell and finally arrived at the Land of Reincarnation.
"Exalted Goddess, the Empress is inside. Please go in alone.”The reapers stopped in their tracks and spoke humbly.
Yang Jian nodded and stepped into the energy door.
The stars moved, and the world changed.
When the entire world returned to its original state, it was no longer as ghastly as before.
The sun was shining brightly, the mountains were stacked up, the rivers and lakes were rippling, and there were countless divine herbs and immortal medicines on the ground. It was a paradise.
Yang Jian was not surprised that there was such a small world brimming with vitality in the depths of the netherworld.
After all, in the past, Houtu had turned into reincarnation and gained endless merit. Later, she transformed into Lady Pingxin. Although Lady Pingxin was not a Saint, as long as she was in the Nether World, she had the power of a Saint.
With the power of a Saint, it was not difficult to open up such a small world.
In the center of this small world, a woman was sitting under a weeping willow beside a lake.
In his previous life, Yang Jian had seen many beautiful women, including some of the best. However, those so-called best beauties were not worth mentioning compared to this woman in front of him.
Words could not describe her beauty.
He was like a banished immortal.
That was not a banished immortal, but a saint, a divine existence.
"What are you standing there for? Come up and talk." A light voice sounded in his ear.
This voice woke Yang Jian from his daze. He knew that it was rude, so he quickly lowered his head and strode forward.
"Yang Jian of the Guanjiang River mouth greets the Empress.”When he got close, he bowed.
"I already know why you came to the netherworld. I can help you enter reincarnation and let you go to the nine prefectures. I can also deceive the heavens and not let others know about your reincarnation.”Her eyes landed on him as she spoke softly.
Looking at that face up close, Yang Jian almost lost his mind again.
He wasn't a lecherous person, but he couldn't control himself when facing this woman in front of him.
After a moment of absent-mindedness, he hurriedly lowered his head again to avoid looking at that face.
"Your Majesty has done this for this junior, so what can this junior do for Your Majesty?”He lowered his head and asked.
He knew that there was no free lunch in this world, and there was no love for no reason.
Since the other party already knew the purpose of his visit and was so generous to help him, he was afraid that the other party had ulterior motives.
Although the Empress was merciful in the past and saw that the creatures of Untainted Land had no one to rely on after death, she resolutely turned her body into reincarnation. However, as the Ancestor of Sorcery of the Wu Tribe, which one of them was like that? If you treated her as the White Lotus and the Holy Mother, you would be making a big mistake.
The woman who was sitting sideways by the lake smiled. That smile clearly carried a hint of a promising child.
" A hundred years later, the State of Qin of the Nine Prefectures will unify the Nine Prefectures. In addition, a disciple of our Shaman Tribe will be born. I want you to help him at a critical moment, help him complete a certain task, and let him escape safely.”The woman stopped smiling and said.
When he heard Empress Pingxin's words, Yang Jian was shocked.
If he was not mistaken, the person that Lady Pingxin was talking about should be the God of Slaughter, Baiqi.
It was rumored that Bai Qi was a member of the Shaman Tribe. Although he was not a true member of the Shaman Tribe, he still had the bloodline of the Shaman Tribe, which was why he was so bloodthirsty.
Even now, Bai Qi had yet to be born, but Goddess Pingxin already knew of his existence and paid so much attention to him. It was likely that Bai Qi was not a mixed-blood descendant of the Shaman Tribe, but a true member of the Shaman Tribe.
Then, what exactly was Baiqi planning to do?
"Ding! Host, please make your choice…"
Ding…Option 1: Accept Pingxin's mission: Help Bai Qi use the Fate and Blood Qi of the Human Race to forge the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery Bronze Men. Reward: 20,000,000 System Merit Points, one special Numinous Treasure, and one drop of Pangu Blood Essence.”
"Ding…Option 2: Accept a mission that is fair and honest on the surface, but do it half-heartedly. Reward: 20 million merit points.”
"Ding…option 3, reject Pingxin's mission. Reward: 30 million merit points.”
The system notification sounded in his mind.
Seeing the three choices given by the system and the rewards given, Yang Jian paused for a moment.
After the system notification, he finally knew what Bai Qi wanted to do.
Bai Qi planned to use the blood of one million humans and Great Qin's National Fate to create bronze statues that represented the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to increase the Shamans 'Fate. It was even possible that Bai Qi wanted to use these bronze statues to create something else.
Thinking of this, he could not help but raise his head and look at the woman in front of him.
Since the other party did not want to interfere in this matter, yet he wanted to help Bai Qi complete this matter and help Bai Qi escape safely, this was probably the idea of the Samsara Master.
No matter which of these three choices he chose, he would be able to obtain a lot of benefits.
However, no matter if he chose the second or the third option, he would offend the Samsara Master who had the strength of a Saint. If he chose the first option, he might offend more people and even more terrifying existences. If he was not careful, he might be consigned to eternal damnation.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。