Stepping into the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World.

Mo Wangchen scanned around with his eyes, it was entirely different from the previous seventeen levels.

Here was an empty expanse, with nothing at all.

In this space of white radiance, there was only an illusory figure, sitting cross-legged not far in front of him.

"Yuyu!"

Mo Wangchen spoke, immediately recognizing the other party with a glance.

It was a woman, her eyes closed as she sat, though in the form of a Soul Body, an aura of divine grace swirled around her.

The woman's appearance was identical to the statue Mo Wangchen had once seen on the Holy Mountain.

Though she wasn't stunningly beautiful, she was indeed extraordinary and refined.

It was an aura like that of the Nine Heavens Divine Lady, sacrosanct and inviolable.

"Yuyu?"

Mo Wangchen called again, but for some reason, Yuyu did not react at all, she remained seated there.

"Who dares to intrude into the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World?"

Just as he was about to step forward towards where Yuyu was seated, suddenly, a cold voice came from within the white radiant space.

The next moment, a fleeting figure stepped out from the void.

It was a Black-Robed Man, rumored that the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World was guarded by an ancient and mighty Mysterious Man, who was responsible for suppressing the souls in this prison.

"You're not..."

The Black-Robed Man's face was covered by a black veil, only revealing a pair of sharp eyes. As he appeared, he was about to scold Mo Wangchen, however, upon seeing Mo Wangchen's appearance, he couldn't help but tremble.

For some reason, Mo Wangchen seemed to see a sense of excitement in the other's eyes, but that excitement vanished instantly, as if it was just an illusion.

"Senior, why was she cast into this eighteenth level of the Netherworld World?"

Mo Wangchen frowned, the Black-Robed Man before him was undoubtedly a terrifying existence. Although his aura was deliberately subdued, Mo Wangchen could still feel a terrifying presence emanating from him.

This level of strength was probably difficult for even those powerful Holy Emperors he had seen in the past to match.

The Black-Robed Man remained silent, his face covered by a black veil making it impossible to see his expression. His vivid eyes stared at Mo Wangchen for a long while before finally speaking, "She severed her own Cultivation, dissolving the bonds of Heaven and Earth, leaving behind an opportunity to Become God for future generations. She has been suppressed here for three Eras."

"Three Eras!"

Mo Wangchen's mind was shaken, unable to comprehend how long this period truly was.

Moreover, the other's words confirmed his previous speculation that the first and second lives he traveled to did not coexist in the same Era as the one he currently inhabited.

"Why?" Mo Wangchen frowned, why was Yuyu suppressed?

The Black-Robed Man remained silent, looking at him for a moment, "The specific reason I do not know, for three Eras is too lengthy. I have only guarded this place for tens of millions of years, but I heard from the previous Prison Envoy that she voluntarily chose to be suppressed here."

"Voluntarily?"

Mo Wangchen couldn't accept this explanation.

The Black-Robed Man continued, "Since you have come here, you must have seen the person in the bloody water of Wangchuan River."

"She is the same as that person. She drank a thousand bowls of Wangchuan River water and still could not wash away her obsessions. After I took over this place, I was curious and inquired, later learning some things from Ksitigarbha."

"She was unparalleled in her achievements, she could have entered Reincarnation, but she refused to let go of past memories. Ksitigarbha bestowed her with the grace to reincarnate with memories, but she declined."

"Declined?" Mo Wangchen frowned.

"During her lifetime, she searched for someone, searching for tens of thousands of years. Until death, she never met them again. Though she could reincarnate with memories, on the Three-Life Stone she saw her next nine lifetimes, places she would go, none had that person. So, she refused Reincarnation."

"Later, she voluntarily chose to be suppressed here, and it has been three Eras now. Only because Ksitigarbha said if she could endure the loneliness of years, she might one day meet the person she's waiting for again in the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World."

Mo Wangchen stood immobile, his heart stirred tremendously. Three Eras, such an incredibly long time, Yuyu willingly entered the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World just to see him one more time?

After a long while, Mo Wangchen looked at the Black-Robed Man and asked, "Senior, why can't I awaken her?"

"It is said that the eighteenth level of the Netherworld World contains the most brutal punishment, but that so-called punishment is merely endless solitude. She is right before your eyes, but though you see her, she cannot see you, nor can she see me. To her, this place is just an expanse of white mist, with nothing at all."

"I am the very person she has always been waiting for, and now that I have come, can't we still meet?" Mo Wangchen said.

"I am merely tasked with guarding this place, other matters are not my concern. But Ksitigarbha once said, if you arrived, you could seek him," the Black-Robed Man explained.

"Where might the Bodhisattva be?" Mo Wangchen asked.

The Black-Robed Man remained silent, his sleeve waved in the Void, and then a spectral gateway appeared before Mo Wangchen, "Beyond this door is where you need to go."

"Thank you!"

Mo Wangchen showed his gratitude to the Black-Robed Man without hesitation and proceeded towards the gateway.

However, just as he was about to step through, he suddenly turned back, scrutinizing the Black-Robed Man for a long moment before speaking, "Senior, do you know me?"

The Black-Robed Man was startled, "Why would you ask such a thing?"

"Earlier I saw in your gaze, it seemed as if you recognized me," Mo Wangchen said.

The Black-Robed Man fell silent, and after a long while, he sighed, "Recognizing or not, it no longer matters..."

Saying this, he shook his head, seeming to smile bitterly, then his figure gradually faded away, disappearing.

Mo Wangchen frowned, unable to comprehend the meaning of the Black-Robed Man's words, but he had no time to dwell on it further, and without hesitation, stepped into the spectral gateway.

"Buzz..."

A feeling of weightlessness engulfed him, but it only lasted for a moment. When it passed, Mo Wangchen opened his eyes.

Looking around, he found himself in an Ancient Hall.

Unlike other places, this Ancient Hall was not shrouded in the aura of death, nor were there sounds of wailing spirits and howling winds at his ears.

There was only a holy power surrounding him. Upon reaching here, Mo Wangchen found his heart to be calmed, as if it had been purified.

In front, a monk clad in a kasaya was smiling as he looked over at him.

"Greetings, Bodhisattva."

Mo Wangchen recognized the figure immediately, it was indeed Ksitigarbha, who had bestowed him the identity of Netherworld Envoy.

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