At this moment, the Three Pure Ones gathered on Mount Shouyang.
"It's not a good thing! Now, the fate of the Netherworld had risen by a large margin again.
"Now, the fate of the Netherworld has actually surpassed our Chan School.”
Honored Lord of the Origin sat cross-legged on the futon and spoke softly. As he spoke, he glanced at Laozi.
Laozi said indifferently,"It's not a big deal that the luck of the underworld rises."
Now I'm thinking, what is the Netherworld planning?
All these years, the netherworld had been constantly moving, and he kept feeling that Fengdu was plotting something.”
Then, Laozi looked at Tongtian and said,""Third brother, what do you think?"
"I don't know. I have little contact with the underworld, so I don't know what Fengdu is planning.
However, he was certain that Fengdu was definitely plotting something.”
Tongtian said indifferently.
"Third Brother seems to have a plan in mind, and isn't worried about the Netherworld at all?
Could it be that the arrival of ten thousand immortals gave his third brother confidence?”
Hearing Tongtian's words, Primordial Origin could not help but mock.
In recent years, Tongtian took in more and more demon disciples.
There was a faint sign of ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage to Jie School, which also led to the increase in Jie School's luck.
This made Primordial Origin's eyes turn red as he watched from the side. The conflict between the two became even greater.
"Why should Second Brother interfere in my matters?”
Tongtian retorted.
The two of them were about to quarrel again.
In the past, Laozi would always stop the fight, but this time, Laozi stood by the side without moving.
It was because the Primordial Heaven Master and Primordial Heaven Master were watching the show from the side and did not help.
Laozi bore a grudge against them, so he no longer tried to mediate the conflict between them.
However, in his heart, he was guessing what the Netherworld was planning.
How did he persuade Ancestor Minghe to enter the Nether World?
No matter how he looked at it, the Nether World was not the best choice for Ancestor Netherworld.
In Laozi's mind, Minghe should choose the Western Religious Sect at the very least, and the Clan of Enlightenment at the very least. That was the best choice.
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Netherworld, Netherworld Palace
Fengdu sat high up in the leader's seat and looked at the twenty-four people standing below, Ancestor Netherworld River, Ghost Emperors of Five Regions, Four Demon Kings, Ten Kings of Yama, and Four Demon Generals. A smile appeared on his face.
"Everyone, now that Ancestor Minghe has entered the Nether World, this is a grand occasion for the Nether World.
To the Asura clan, you should treat them as if they were of the same clan and not neglect them.
The Ashura Race should also treat the elders of the Netherworld.
Do you understand?”
When Ancestor Minghe entered the Nether World, he naturally had to warn him..
"We understand. Don't worry, Your Majesty!”
Everyone bowed, including Ancestor Netherworld River.
Now that he had entered the netherworld, he was the path lord of Asura.
He was also the only Dao Master of the Six Dao.
He was also at the peak of the Quasi-Sage Realm, so his strength in the Nether World was above the Five Realm Ghost Emperors and below Fengdu.
It could be said that he was below one person and above ten thousand people.
"En, that's good. On this occasion, I will reward everyone in the underworld.”
As he spoke, Fengdu waved his arm, and two large pieces of cloth suddenly appeared on the ground.
Then, Postnatal Spirit Roots began to appear on the cloth.
"On each of these two pieces of cloth, there are 5,000 Postnatal Spiritual Roots.”
Then, he turned to Shen Tu and Ancestor Minghe and said,"The two of you will each take 5,000 Postnatal Spiritual Roots.
Give the spirit root to the people with great talent and potential under you to strengthen the strength of our Netherworld.”
"Five thousand?"
Minghe gasped.
Postnatal spiritual roots were not difficult to find. He had quite a few of them himself.
However, 5,000 was a huge sum.
Each person had 5,000 Spiritual Roots, which meant 10,000 Postnatal Spiritual Roots.
This thing was not very useful to people above Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
However, for those below the Primordial Immortal realm, this was an opportunity.
"How deep is the foundation of the Great Emperor? Ten thousand Postnatal Spiritual Roots?”
Ancestor Netherworld was shocked.
In terms of Postnatal Spiritual Roots, there were many people who could take out this thing.
Even the two pauper Western Sages could casually throw out hundreds of Postnatal Spiritual Roots.
However, it was impossible for him to casually take out 10,000 of them just to be happy.
Without a strong foundation, it was impossible to take it out so easily.
Minghe didn't know what this meant to Fengdu.
What was a Postnatal Spiritual Root? He could get as many as he wanted!
Everyone retreated, and only Fengdu was left in the Netherworld Hall.
Only then did he take out the Chaos Bead again.
In the past tens of thousands of years, every time he had time, he would take out the Chaos Bead and refine the restrictions on it.
The eighty-one restrictions had been refined from time to time after tens of thousands of years.
Now, there was only about one-fifth of the restrictions left.
"Forget it. Now that I'm a quasi-sage, I'll refine all of them in one go and completely control the Chaos Pearl!”
As he spoke, he entered seclusion.
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