In the depths of the great pit, Tang Sanzang slowly retracted his fist. Under his feet, Poxun was beaten to a point where he was barely recognizable, most of his body pulverized into ash...

He said with a puzzled face, "No, no... this isn't right, the plot isn't right!"

Clasping his own fist, Tang Anzang said, "Plot? Ha... Ever since I arrived in this world, many have spoken to me about the plot. However, it seems, my plot has never been correct! Take this punch!"

Tang Sanzang threw another punch down...

Boom!

A loud explosion, the earth trembled, and cracks spread thousands of miles out.

Thump thump thump...

Punch after punch rained down on Poxun, and even though he had mastered the divine skill "Transformation of Freedom in Heaven", allowing his body to reform even from ash, the barrage of Tang Sanzang's ferocious punches was becoming too much to withstand, screams echoing one after another...

Occasionally adding a plea: "Ancestor save me..."

"Ancestor, where are you?"

"Ancestor ah..."

...

"Ancestor? It's no use calling for anyone now, take this punch!" Tang Sanzang continued the beating.

Poxun's arms and legs were being twisted off and thrown aside from time to time, only for him to regrow another shortly afterward...

Before long, a pile of arms and legs had accumulated at the side...

After a hundred or so punches, Tang Sanzang felt relieved and retracted his fist: "That's refreshing!"

Poxun, seeing he wasn't dead yet, let out a sigh of relief...

Just then, Tang Sanzang slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot, that guy who's named after 'Heaven' asked me to land a couple of punches on you, brace yourself."

"Yu Setian?" Poxun asked subconsciously.

But the answer he got was a punch squarely in the face!

Along with Tang Sanzang's words, "That's right, him!"

Boom!

The earth completely exploded, the void began to crack, and a mushroom cloud soared into the sky...

Poxun's body was directly blown to pieces, shattered into ashes, and only then did he realize that before, Tang Sanzang had been venting his anger, sparing his life, not using full strength!

Ashes were regenerating...

But Tang Sanzang's second punch was already on its way: "Second punch!"

"Yu Setian, fuck your ancestor!" In Poxun's last roar, the punch landed on his barely recovered blood.

Boom...

The small cosmos, with an expanse of a million miles, was filled with cracks under the impact of this punch, and finally, with a loud explosion, a huge mushroom cloud soared into the sky while the violent shockwave swept across all directions. The small world then shattered like a battered piece of glass under the final hammer blow.

One punch had blown up an entire blessed land!

The blessed land erupted, energy swept through all quarters, the Nether River boiled, exploded, a vast amount of its water blasted into the sky, then dissipated into nothingness...

What was known as the bottomless, immeasurable Nether River, at this moment, was blasted into a void ten thousand miles across!

There was no blood qi, no Nether River water, nothing at all, just a void!

In the distance, Yu Setian watched the formidable pit ahead with an extremely pale face, murmuring, "Truly damn fierce!"

Just then, a bald man rode Dhritarashtra up from below, and from afar, the bald man glanced at him, prompting Yu Setian to quickly greet him: "Senior, have a safe journey!"

Tang Sanzang said, "You must keep up the good work, take care of these homeless women, and make sure not to let them out! Or else... heh heh!"

Tang Sanzang clenched his fist…

Yu Setian hastily declared, "They are all my dearest loves, I absolutely won't let them go!"

Tang Sanzang nodded in satisfaction and disappeared into the void.

As soon as Tang Sanzang left, Yu Setian collapsed on the ground, all too aware of the power of the Blood Sea and Nether River as one of the four great demon kings of the Nether River.

The Blood Sea and Nether River were a confluence of all the turbid energies of the world, a river said to be filled with towering resentment energy and churning blood, where even feathers would sink and be lost.

For anyone below the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal who came into contact with the waters of the Nether River, their body would rot and their cultivation would greatly diminish, maybe even invoking a backlash of karma, leading to demonic possession.

It was an unparalleled, ferocious river. Even for a being at the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal, it would be nothing more than causing thousands of waves with one strike, absolutely unable to create such a huge void crater.

Not to mention Tang Sanzang's punch that split the heavens just before…

"Terrifying, truly fucking terrifying!" Yu Setian muttered to himself.

Just then, a voice rang out: "He's finally gone…"

Yu Setian turned to look and saw a gaunt old man eagerly watching the direction Tang Sanzang had departed.

"Greetings, Ancestor!" Yu Setian bowed in respect.

The Nether River Ancestor waved his hand and said, "Stop bowing; hurry up and check our losses…"

"Ancestor, were you also here just now?" Yu Setian asked.

The Nether River Ancestor gave him a look and said, "Of course, I wasn't here. If I had been, how could I have allowed him to run rampant? I was out visiting a friend just now and only just got back…"

Having said that, the Nether River Ancestor turned and walked away: "You hurry up and check the losses; I'm going to see if I can piece together Poxun's True Spirit Fragment."

It wasn't long before Poxun was resurrected by the Nether River Ancestor.

Upon reappearing, Poxun burst into tears and said, "Ancestor, you've tricked me…"

The Nether River Ancestor glanced at him and said, "Enough, stop crying; aren't you still alive?"

Poxun said, "But I was almost dead."

The Nether River Ancestor replied, "Don't worry, you won't die…"

After a good cry, Poxun's emotions stabilized, and out of curiosity, he asked, "Ancestor, why didn't you make a move just now?"

The Nether River Ancestor looked at the Poxun before him, sighed, and then took two swords from his bosom—two swords with fiendish energy piercing the skies, radiating a chilling light, the legendary A Bi and Yuan Tu Swords!

The Nether River Ancestor said, "Do you know why I sealed myself in the Nether River for countless years without emerging?"

Poxun shook his head…

The Nether River Ancestor continued, "Back in the day, I was full of ambition, learning from the goddess Nüwa in creating humanity. I created the Asura Tribe, also seeking to attain a supreme position by leveraging the merits of heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, you all let me down. You were never content, always lacking in every endeavor, knew only fighting and destruction.

You didn't bring me much merit but instead left me with a mountain of debt, overwhelming karmic forces nearly killed me!

Later, I came to a realization. If creation was unsuccessful, then I would take a different path.

We would walk the path of slaughter.

As long as I exterminate all life under heaven, I can still achieve the position of a Saint."

With these words, the Nether River Ancestor lamented, "That's why I led you out of the Nether River, straight to the Nine Heavens. But no sooner had we set out than we ran into a fellow who was asking for a beating, eating barbecued meat. He was bare-chested with long hair, handsome but with an irritating face, and while he looked weak, like just an ordinary human, his courage was immense. He wasn't afraid when he saw me, and even called me ugly.

I, a mighty Ancestor of the past aspiring to ascend to the Nine Heavens, cannot let someone insult me without retaliation, can I?

Of course not!

So, in a fit of anger, I struck him with my sword."

Poxun asked, "Then what happened?"