After a long time, the souls of the dead gathered in the City of Vain Deaths were led to various places by messengers of death. The innocent were released and waited for reincarnation, while the guilty went to be punished to wash away their sins.
Yang Jian descended the white lotus and put it away. Just as he was wondering why the merit hadn't descended yet, he saw the Emperor of Feng Du walk forward.
"Brother, thank you so much this time. It's just that the souls that were released just now were the souls of the Four Traversing Prisoners in the Infernal Prison. There are still some old ghosts in the real Infernal Prison at the bottom level who haven't been summoned. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go there.”
At this moment, Yang Jian was muttering in his heart,'It seems, it seems, I didn't say that hell is not empty and there is no merit, right?”
For a moment, Yang Jian was a little hesitant. As he carefully recalled his words and deeds, he picked up the jade bowl and drank a mouthful of dew to recover the magic power he had just consumed.
When the Emperor of Feng Du saw that Yang Jian was silent, he thought that his request had disgusted Yang Jian.
After all, Yang Jian had already agreed to come to the Netherworld to help. Moreover, Yang Jian had done his best in this trip to the Netherworld and did not play any tricks.
All the souls within the range of his power had been ferried, and he had even applied a lot of nectar to them.
Just the amount of nectar that Yang Jian had sprinkled just now was enough to make the Emperor of Feng Du's liver ache. Moreover, Yang Jian had consumed a lot of magic power just now, so it was reasonable for him to refuse now.
The Emperor of Feng Du weighed the pros and cons. Half of his merit came from maintaining the order of reincarnation, and the other half came from the number of reincarnations of the dead. It was similar to a piecework.
After ferrying souls today, there were already many souls that could be reincarnated directly.
Yang Jian should also be able to obtain a lot of merit. Now, it was only his one-sided idea to deal with the remaining souls and evil spirits in the Infernal Prison.
Whether or not the souls and evil spirits left in the Infernal Prison were ferried did not affect Yang Jian. However, if the Infernal Prison was not cleaned up, it would affect him a little.
If he was not careful and a powerful figure appeared in the Infernal Prison, he would be in big trouble.
At that time, it would be difficult to kill him or not. Killing a powerful character would inevitably lead to a fight. Fighting in the netherworld would inevitably cause chaos.
Secondly, after killing them, even the heavens did not know if the ghosts would transform into something even more difficult to deal with. It was rumored that ghosts would die as a ghost, and if a ghost died, it would be a hope, and if a ghost died, it would be a relief.
It was still fine if it became Xi, but it was not a joke. This thing was several times more difficult to deal with than the ghosts in the Infernal Prison.
There should already be some Pi in the Infernal Prison, but the number was unknown. Xi probably didn't have them yet, because Pi was already very difficult to form, let alone Xi.
It was precisely because of this concern that the Netherworld had always captured the souls of the dead as much as possible. As long as it was not too much of a fuss, it would usually let go of those that could not be captured.
This was to prevent things from getting out of control in the end.
Killing the souls of the dead was something that cultivators would do. The Netherworld would usually not do it, because in the end, the Netherworld would still be the one suffering. Otherwise, how could there be souls of the dead in the Yang Realm?
If there wasn't this concern, the Netherworld would definitely capture the dead souls as much as they could. If they couldn't, they would directly capture the ghost soldiers, ghost generals, or even the Emperor of Feng Du himself. Other than Goddess Houtu, who couldn't leave the Netherworld, it wasn't like there was no one else in the Netherworld.
After thinking for a moment, the Emperor of Feng Du made up his mind. No matter what, he had to let Yang Jian go to the Infernal Prison, even if he had to pay a little blood, so as to avoid causing big trouble in the end.
If that was the case, the merit that he and Goddess Houtu had accumulated by maintaining the operation of the Netherworld would probably be in vain again.
Even if Yang Jian could not extract all the souls and evil spirits of the Infernal Prison this time, he would at least be dragged into the water.
Later on, if there was really a big mess and the existence of the Infernal Prison escaped from the Netherworld, he would go to his door and beg for help. He, Yang Jian, could not ignore it, right?
A supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Root was not something that could be easily dealt with. When the time came, Yang Jian might not be able to be the main force, but it would not be a problem for him to assist from the side.
After thinking things through, the Emperor of Feng Du said," Brother, if you're willing to convert the remaining souls of the Infinite Prison, I'll give you an innate spirit root that I found in the past.”
The Emperor of Feng Du thought that Yang Jian was hesitating, so he directly offered a price.
When Yang Jian heard about the Innate Spiritual Root, he was moved." Your Majesty, don't joke around. How can there be an Innate Spiritual Root suitable for Yang-Realm cultivators in the Netherworld?”
When the Emperor of Feng Du heard this, he chuckled." Brother, don't misunderstand. This innate spirit root is naturally not a product of the Netherworld. I found it by chance in the past.
It's a pity that this thing doesn't bloom or bear fruit. It only grows branches and leaves. If it weren't for the fact that it's a top-grade innate spiritual root, I would have chopped it down and roasted it back then.”
Yang Jian's heart twitched. Brother, are you that domineering? Top-grade innate spiritual roots, you actually want to chop them up to roast meat!
Yang Jian glanced at the Emperor of Feng Du in front of him and asked with some doubt,"The Emperor actually has such an item. Why doesn't he use it himself?”
However, the Emperor of Feng Du continued," Brother, you don't know. I'm from the Sorcerer Tribe. If it doesn't bloom and bear fruit, it's completely meaningless to me.
Later, he entered the netherworld with the Empress, but this thing could not grow in the netherworld. After so many years, with the Empress's help, he could only barely maintain its vitality.
With the nectar in my hand, it will only take a moment to feed it.”
Yang Jian did not probe further after hearing this. The Netherworld was indeed not suitable for the growth of certain spiritual roots.
However, what made Yang Jian somewhat uncertain was the attitude of the Emperor of Fengdu. He seemed to be a little too persistent about the souls in the Infernal Prison.
Yang Jian pondered for a moment and replied," In that case, I'll shamelessly accept it. However, I have to say this first. Even if I personally visit the Infernal Prison, I might not be able to rescue the souls inside."
After all, I've broken through hell twice in a row, but they weren't lured here.
Especially the first time, when the Dao Ancestor had pardoned them and the three Saints had responded, they hadn't been able to summon them.
I can only try my best in the following trip to the Infinite Prison. If I really can't succeed, don't blame me. You must know that the power of immortal spells and divine arts will also run out.”
When the Emperor of Feng Du heard this, he happily handed the spirit root to Yang Jian. As long as my brother agrees to go. Brother, do you want to rest for a while before going, or do you want to go immediately?”
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