The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

As soon as these words were spoken.

“Sigh!”

With a bitter face, the City God let out a long sigh.

“Alright, 1’11 tell the truth. In another year or so, my City Temple might disappear along with the whole Netherworld Minglang City.”

“As you know, you are the Left Judge of the Five Thunder Court, governing the reward and punishment of living people, while 1 am a Yin God City Deity of the Netherworld, responsible for the reincarnation of the dead.”

“We can say that we’re two peas in a pod.”

“I have noticed that since you took up the position of Left Judge here, haven’t you ever found the incense here to be pitifully scarce?” asked the City God in a solemn tone.

Incense is pitifully scarce?

Xuanqing was slightly startled.

He had never noticed this issue.

After all,

His main source of incense was on Earth, so he hadn’t paid much attention to the incense in this Journey to the West World.

Furthermore, as a living person, the scarcity or richness of incense wouldn’t affect his existence. At most, it would mean that he would gain fewer Ingots as a result.

“I do not care about the incense offerings from the mortal world!” Xuanqing said indifferently.

“This…”

The City God was taken aback.

He remembered that the person before him was not an ordinary Immortal Official but a Daoist Immortal Officer with a physical body.

“Sigh!” The City God sighed once again.

At first, he thought his destiny had changed, but who could have thought his new colleague was an indifferent person?

It seemed… he was going to be finished, disappearing along with the Netherworld-

Upon seeing this,

Xuanqing’s furrowed his brow deeply, feeling somewhat annoyed.

“City God, can you explain everything clearly? 1 have always hated enigmatic people!”

Upon hearing his words,

The City God waved his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank it down in one gulp. He then rubbed his cheeks.

“Since you want to know, let me start from the beginning.”

“More than four hundred years ago, this place was a large frontier city called Minglang City. Suddenly, one day, a… caused a major earthquake… countless deaths and injuries, and the city became a town.”

“That would have been fine, as long as I had enough time to recuperate I could have restored everything.”

“But somehow, in Bright Town, a Guanyin Zen Temple appeared. Inside it, there was an Elder Jinchi who was very skilled at manipulating people’s hearts and attracting believers.”

“As you know, for a local god like myself, 1 normally rely on guiding the souls of the dead to earn a little merit.”

“Originally, the common people of the town would become netherworld souls after death, and 1 would then guide them to reincarnation, earning a bit of merit to survive.”

“But now, whenever a person in the town dies, they are all guided by those monks, avoiding the Netherworld and directly going to the Western Paradise… Sigh!”

“This way, as time goes on, 1 have become like 1 am now.”

The City God gave a miserable smile and opened his cloak. “I’m not afraid to tell you that the last time 1 guided a soul to reincarnation was a year ago when an old woman died in town.”

“The old woman who died was a descendant of the Black Wind Town’s Earth Deity, who secretly left her soul to me because he didn’t want his family to be sent to the Westernmost Land.”

At this tragic scene,

Xuanqing drew in a breath of cold air.

This City God was too miserable, losing both incense and the qualifications to earn low protection by guiding souls to reincarnation, all snatched away by Buddhism.

Wait… a year ago?

An old woman died… a descendant of the town’s Earth Deity… all these clues combined, isn’t this just Fat Ya’s (Pang Ya) grandmother?

In an instant.

Xuanqing couldn’t help but recall his memories of when he first came to the town, trying to earn Human Merit, and ultimately feeling a connection with Fat Ya, taking him as his disciple.

It turns out that the incident back then had such a deep story behind it.

At this moment.

After explaining everything.

The City God stared directly at Xuanqing.

In his eyes, a glimmer of hope arose again, because for him, the appearance of this daoist immortal officer was his last chance.

However.

To the City God’s disappointment, he couldn’t see any intention from the daoist’s eyes to take responsibility for this matter.

On second thought, the daoist couldn’t be blamed. Instead, the City God could only blame his destiny for having this calamity.

After all, behind Guanyin Zen Temple stood the powerful Buddhism. Who would dare to offend the Guanyin Bodhisattva, a great figure in Buddhism, for the sake of a small City God?

“Forget it, as the soul disperses like a lamp going out, I will burn the last of my strength to help you on your divine journey to the Netherworld,” the City God said with a look of despair.

His words were sincere and genuine, without any ulterior motives, because as a Yin God of incense, he had no concept of reincarnation. Once he was dispersed, he would truly be gone.

As the saying goes, people speak kindly when they are about to die, and as a Yin God about to disperse, why not shine one last time? At least making this daoist a little stronger would disgust the one responsible for his own demise.

Having said that.

Without waiting for a response.

The City God waved his right hand.

His patched-up cloak seemed to be blown by an unknown wind, fluttering continuously.

Immediately after.

The entire Netherworld was filled with surging winds and clouds, as an immense amount of Netherworld Qi came pouring towards the City Temple from all directions.

All of this happened in a flash.

When Xuanqing reacted, he found his surroundings shrouded in a gray mist.

Just when he thought the City God was about to fight him out of anger for his indifference and that he would have to die and resurrect again.

He discovered.

The power of his soul was increasing at an incredibly terrifying speed.

In just a few seconds, his soul power had increased by more than 20%, and it was still continuously rising.

Half an hour later.

The surrounding Netherworld Qi had vanished, and everything had returned to its previous state.

“Phew-” Xuanqing opened his eyes and took a deep breath. The look in his eyes towards the City God had changed slightly.

However.

The City God did not notice it yet, and only spoke with a mournful tone:

“Daoist friend Xuanqing, after this move, I’m afraid I only have half a year left to live. 1 don’t expect you to confront Guanyin Zen Temple, I just hope…”

His words paused for a moment.

The City God turned his head and glanced at the two Yin Soldiers standing beside him.

“1 just hope that you can save these two children and send them to another city. Whether they choose to reincarnate or find a job elsewhere, it would be better than dying here with me!”

Having said that.

The City God surprisingly bowed deeply to Xuanqing.

For the City God about to be extinguished, dignity no longer held any meaning. Now, his only hope was to save the soldiers that had been with him all along.