In front of the Reincarnation Hall deep within the Netherworld, Sect Hierarch Tongtian stood proudly, his gaze on the majestic hall flickering with contempt.
He looked around, this gloomy Underworld was starkly different from the Primordial Heaven and Earth he usually inhabited, filled with the aura of death and decay. His voice was full of disdain: "Pingxin, I didn't expect you to also wade into this murky water.
Do you really think, as a mere Merit Saint of Earth, you can bind me?
In my eyes, you are merely a remnant shadow of the Houtu Ancestor Witch."
Goddess Pingxin's expression remained unchanged, her voice calm as water: "Brother, there are sizes of Merit and grades among Saints. Although I cannot match Brother's renown in the Primordial realm, here in this Netherworld, I too can make a difference."
Sect Hierarch Tongtian sneered: "Humph, you are deceiving yourself. You think that here, you can manipulate me?"
