The upheaval in the Underworld has only been a few years.
For an ancient existence that has lived for billions of years, it is merely the span of a cup of tea. She is unaware of the swift and deadly plan from the outside world.
At the same time, she is dreaming, naturally assuming the upright role of Lady Houtu, unaware of other matters.
Lady Houtu looked at Sun Wukong outside, her demeanor still indifferent, but with little defense, "Oh, is it the moment of real and fake Sun Wukong? However, upon entering the Underworld, one usually seeks Di Ting. Why come to me?"
She felt a bit bored.
However, the disruptive monkey outside kept knocking, hitting and tapping, and it wasn't appropriate to just kill him off directly. Helpless, she lifted the restriction on the Daoist Palace, "Alright, you two, come in. Let me help you identify—"
Lady Houtu had not finished her sentence.
Boom!
With the Daoist Palace's barrier lifted, a terrifying otherworldly aura surged in.
