Said Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. "Can you use Lin Feng's luck and karma to determine Lin Qi's fate?"
"This …" Di Ting frowned.
"The karma involved is too great. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it and will die without a burial place." Di Ting continued.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva knew that Truth Listener wasn't being an alarmist. Some karma was indeed very terrifying and had to be taken seriously. Otherwise, it would be extremely dangerous. Therefore, even if Truth Listener was usually asked by many experts to help listen to the past, present, or future of some people, Truth Listener basically wouldn't agree.
This was because it would damage one's karma and life. It was like reading someone's fortune, which would damage one's karma.
Why would Buddha help the fated?
That was because without fate, even if Buddha helped you, Buddha would be greatly affected. This was extremely disadvantageous for Buddha and would even affect his cultivation. Therefore, Buddha would only help the fated.
Di Ting knew that the karma involved was too great. Although it had extraordinary means, it was worried that it wouldn't be able to bear it. Although Ksitigarbha wanted to know whether Lin Qi was dead or not, he wouldn't make things difficult for Di Ting. After so many years, his relationship with Di Ting had become very special.
It wasn't a master-servant relationship.
They were more like friends …
Ksitigarbha didn't say much, but Di Ting's eyes flickered as if it was thinking about something.
In the end, it gritted its teeth and said, "My race is too heaven-defying and has been envied by the heavens. Now, I'm the only one left. If I don't find a way to spread my bloodline, my race will be wiped out sooner or later. Now, I need a strong karma to protect my race. Otherwise, there's no hope at all.
"Lin Feng and Lin Qi are really lucky. They can protect me. Even though there's a lot of karma involved, it's still worth a try," said Lin Feng.
Ksitigarbha said, "If you've made up your mind, you need to prepare well and make sure nothing goes wrong."
"Mm." Di Ting nodded.
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Lin Feng naturally couldn't hear the conversation between Ksitigarbha and Di Ting. He was currently following Ox-Head to Infernal Prison.
Lin Feng had been observing the ox-head leading the way.
In myths and legends, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were Soul Reapers. Lin Feng had never seen creatures of the Underworld like Ox-Head and Horse-Face before. Now that he saw Ox-Head, he wondered if Ox-Head was a Soul Reaper.
As the saying goes, if the King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, he definitely won't let you live until midnight.
As executors, Ox-head and Horse-face were definitely the trusted aides of the King of Hell.
Of course, Lin Feng wasn't in the mood to ask whether Ox-Head was a Soul Collector or something like that. His mind was now focused on Nether Prison. He didn't know what he could get from Nether Prison.
Nether Prison …
In the prison of the Netherworld.
It was indeed a place that people looked forward to.
Two hours later, Lin Feng followed Ox-Head to Nether Prison.
Nether Prison was a small world of its own. However, due to the restrictions of the Laws, it was easy to enter Nether Prison, but it was difficult to leave Nether Prison. It was almost as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
However, Ox-Head had given Lin Feng a token, so it wasn't difficult for him to leave Nether Prison.
Ox-Head said, "Do you see the distorted world of darkness in front of you? That's the Underworld Prison. You can just fly in, and when you come out, activate the medallion. The Underworld Prison is a place that imprisons terrifying dead spirits, so it's very dangerous. However, I heard that you have the Book of Undead, so perhaps you have a way to deal with the dangers inside. You can go in now.
"Alright."
Lin Feng nodded and flew toward Nether Prison.
When Lin Feng entered Nether Prison, a dozen prison guards flew over from all directions. One of them said, "Lord Ox-Head, according to the Ancestor's orders, Huang Daxian's seal has been opened."
"Di Ting seemed to have given this kid a talisman. I don't know what it's used for. I wonder if Huang Daxian can deal with this kid." Ox-Head frowned.
"Why don't we open the seal that imprisoned the Death Demon Monarch as well? If the Death Demon Monarch and Huang Daxian work together, that kid will most likely die inside, "another prison guard said.
"No."
Ox-Head shook his head and said, "Di Ting isn't simple. He can hear many things that others don't know. He's always acting high and mighty. Although he's very annoying, he's very powerful. Even Di Ting took the initiative to get on his good side. There's no need for us to take the initiative to provoke him."
"Releasing Huang Daxian now is the Ancestor's order. We have no choice but to follow it. This matter can't be blamed on us. If we release the Death Demon Monarch, then it'll be our fault."
"If he comes out alive and knows about this matter, then we'll have offended such a person. We're not the Ancestor, and the Ancestor isn't afraid of offending him. We can't afford to offend him, so let's just turn a blind eye."
Everyone couldn't help but nod. They also felt that Ox-Head's words were very reasonable.
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After Lin Feng entered Nether Prison, he observed it. Nether Prison was very large. This place was filled with Hellfire, which burned fiercely.
Lin Feng could hear mournful screams from time to time. He saw many undead being enveloped by the Hellfire.
Those undead were tortured by the Hellfire, and their lives were worse than death.
The Law of Heaven and Earth in Nether Prison had evolved some things that were very harmful to the undead.
For example … Hellfire.
When ordinary creatures faced the Hellfire, they wouldn't suffer so much damage. However, the undead couldn't. The Hellfire almost made them suffer.
Another example was the Soul-Destroying Ghost Wind.
It was also an extremely terrifying thing.
Most of the undead in Nether Prison were energy bodies. Therefore, the Soul-Destroying Ghost Wind could easily blow into their bodies and torture them.
The undead that could condense flesh and blood had all turned into undead cultivators. After all, there were too few of them.
"Help!"
"Help!"
"Help me!"
Many undead flew over from all directions. They looked at Lin Feng and kept begging Lin Feng to help them.
They … It was too painful.
Life was worse than death.
"Get lost!"
Lin Feng said coldly.
"Why do we have to suffer here? And you're fine? You deserve to die. "
"Attack together and kill him."
"I want to eat your flesh and drink your blood."
The undead roared with hatred.
A dense crowd of undead rushed toward Lin Feng.
。 Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
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