An Attorney An walked to the old Daoist. To be honest, even he, with his knack for brown-nosing, even creating opportunities where none existed, felt lost. He simply… couldn’t find an opening.

He didn’t even dare get too close to the old Daoist. Who knew if, in his clearly deranged state, the old Daoist might suddenly lose control?

If he casually slapped him,

His newly minted King An the Equal,

Would be finished.

The old Daoist’s eyes were somewhat glazed over. He didn’t seem to be seeing things clearly anymore, and had to bring his face closer and closer to the painting.

Finally,

The old Daoist suddenly slapped both hands onto the painting, and retreated several steps.

A look of struggle began to appear in his eyes.

All of this was observed by Attorney An. In that moment, he even felt like he was witnessing history.

Even after ascending to the throne, to be honest, at least within this Late Night Bookstore, Attorney An didn't feel that his position and status had changed in any real way.

The sign still hung outside the bookstore, "Take it or leave it, thus have I heard." He was still An Buqi of the bookstore, the bookstore’s caretaker.

He was still carefully serving these few big bosses of the bookstore.

And the one in front of him, his recently funded big boss, was clearly not right.

Lord of the Underworld,

Should be that figure in white robes, exuding elegance, filled with unparalleled confidence!

He looked down on his ancestors, considering them mere decaying wood, resting on the achievements of their founding ancestor;

He looked down on Dizang, thinking him too naive;

He looked down on so many things.

Even when faced with the despairing Xuanyuan Sword,

He dared to scheme for millennia to exploit loopholes!

But,

At this moment,

In the Lord of the Underworld’s eyes, besides confidence, there was confusion, apprehension, guilt, doubt, and a variety of other emotions.

Purity comes from unity;

Chaos comes from multiplicity.

The eyes of a person are the same. The Lord of the Underworld’s pupils began to become murky.

Attorney An pursed his lips, but didn’t dare say anything. He wasn’t sure what he should say right now.

Clearly, the Lord of the Underworld had achieved his goal, clearly, he had evaded the Xuanyuan Sword, clearly, he had effortlessly made him King An the Equal with a few words.

But why did he seem to be getting more and more depressed?

Right now, Attorney An had no doubt that if the Lord of the Underworld posted "I don't want to live anymore" on social media in this state, it would definitely attract a lot of attention, because whether it was from his expression to the minute details of his movements, even an Oscar-winning actor would find it difficult to portray this kind of deeply rooted indifference to life.

The old Daoist raised his arms.

And when he opened his eyes again,

Around him,

There wasn't a single person from the Late Night Bookstore, nor was it the bookstore's setting. He was standing in a pavilion.

Incense was burning in the pavilion. The scent brought back deep memories.

On the walls around the old Daoist were portraits, each one depicting a venerable Daoist with an immortal air.

These were his past ancestors.

A smile appeared on the old Daoist’s lips.

Especially when he saw several of his more recent ancestors in the paintings step out and begin to reprimand him,

His smile began to grow even brighter.

Finally, his gaze fell on the first portrait in the center. He saw the founding ancestor in the painting, smiling just like him.

The old Daoist stopped smiling.

He put away his smile, his face became serious, and then he bowed down.

When the old Daoist straightened up, the pavilion began to burn. Flames were spreading everywhere.

The old Daoist ignored it. He stood there quietly watching, watching the fire devour everything. When the fire blazed to its peak, everything around him disappeared again.

In front of him appeared a Buddhist lotus. On the lotus, Dizang stood with his hands clasped together, wearing an ordinary kasaya and a mask on his face.

"Ascended to heaven, and you’re back again?"

The old Daoist asked jokingly.

In truth, the answer didn't really matter anymore, because Dizang couldn't possibly return.

This scene was just him talking to himself.

However, as the last Lord of the Underworld, the fact that his emotions had actually surpassed his reason and occupied the mainstream of his heart was indeed something unimaginable.

"It's come to this, and you still won't take off your mask?"

"It's already been taken off."

Dizang's voice came from behind the old Daoist.

The old Daoist turned around and saw Dizang standing behind him, his face no longer covered by a mask.

"Tell me, is the scenery in heaven beautiful?"

The old Daoist asked again.

Dizang nodded, "Immeasurably beautiful."

"Haha, it's a real shame I didn't get to see it."

The Bodhisattva nodded again, "Indeed, a shame."

"But I'm still alive, while you, are already gone!

I can continue to exist, while you can only appear in my thoughts!"

Dizang's ordinary face still wore a peaceful smile. Facing the old Daoist's words, he still nodded:

"Yes."

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

The old Daoist burst into laughter again.

However,

Dizang turned around at this moment. Before him, an boundless void appeared, and within this void, beams of devastating light began to appear.

"Life is for meeting."

"Heh."

"Do you know, the scenery there is truly beautiful."

The old Daoist clenched his fists tightly.

He suddenly raised his head.

In his eyes,

Purple lightning flickered:

"Lightning wash my eyes, purify my spirit!"

In an instant,

The Dizang Bodhisattva before him began to twist and tear apart.

Next,

Images appeared, or were about to appear, only to be destroyed directly.

The old Daoist's gaze kept moving upward, upward, upward, like unstoppable lightning, piercing through all this illusion!

Finally,

The dust settled.

Around him,

There was no extra color,

Only pure white.

And in the space above,

A sword,

Hung there,

Hanging above the old Daoist's head!

"Hehe, hahahahaha!"

The old Daoist's expression twisted directly.

It was like you had exhausted all your efforts to solve, to kill your opponent, only to discover, after you thought you had succeeded, that it was still hanging over your head.

At this time,

What you felt,

Was anger,

Was despair,

And,

Powerlessness.

The old Daoist's body slowly bent over.

The sword remained suspended, without any movement. But just like Boss Zhou right now, only those qualified to be sought out by this sword could clearly perceive the suffocating oppression that this sword could bring!

It wasn't a ghost, but it could entangle you even more than a ghost!

However,

Just then,

The old Daoist's body slowly straightened again. Around him, balls of purple flame began to burn.

His body began to rise, and his gaze became clear again.

He was the Lord of the Underworld,

He was a favored son of heaven,

He disdained his ancestors,

He was confident, he was strong, he believed himself to be omnipotent!

Outside the Late Night Bookstore, Attorney An also keenly noticed that the motionless old Daoist in front of him had a gaze that was beginning to clear, and his entire aura was undergoing a sudden change.

This was a person who, after facing a blow, had risen again from a brief period of depression.

Attorney An immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The boss's fate was uncertain, and could even be said to be… bleak.

If something happened to the Lord of the Underworld too, then his throne as King An the Equal would really be impossible to sit on.

…………

Within his consciousness,

The old Daoist had already flown to the same height as the sword.

He stood up,

He didn't succumb,

He conquered fear, conquered torment, conquered himself.

His hand,

Began to reach for the sword.

He wanted to take this sword down, he wanted to… erase it!

However,

The old Daoist's hand reaching for the sword,

Passed right through it.

A look of shock appeared in the old Daoist's eyes.

This wasn't the real Xuanyuan Sword.

The Xuanyuan Sword had actually already struck. It struck Dizang, and Dizang became his scapegoat.

This wasn't the Xuanyuan Sword, it wasn't. This was an illusion…

Within the illusory Xuanyuan Sword, however, appeared the images of two adorable little monkeys. They were examining their surroundings with curious eyes, examining… him.

The old Daoist's hand subconsciously reached out again. He wanted to touch their heads.

However,

The old Daoist's hand,

Passed through the sword and the images within it,

Again.

The old Daoist,

Was silent.

……………………

Finally, after waiting for about an hour, Attorney An finally saw the old Daoist move.

His gaze no longer held any murkiness.

Just as Attorney An was pleasantly surprised, thinking that the Lord of the Underworld had stood up again,

The old Daoist turned around and looked at his surroundings. He was only looking, really just glancing around, because there was no reluctance or attachment in his eyes.

Attorney An truly felt his own insignificance at this moment. He really couldn't understand what these big figures were thinking about all day long!

The old Daoist naturally ignored Attorney An standing beside him.

Instead, he took a step,

And walked back to the painting.

The cost of hanging this painting on this wall was incredibly high.

After all, to have it hung here, he had spent the price of a King of Hell seat.

The old Daoist stopped in front of the painting.

His hand,

Was placed on the painting.

Within the painting,

There were mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, verdant bamboo forests, and flourishing flowers and plants;

But,

All along,

It lacked vitality, because there were no living things in the painting.

But at this moment,

Attorney An's eyes widened.

He saw a man in wide-sleeved white robes appear where the old Daoist's finger was touching in the painting. The man was holding a pot of wine in his hand.

His long hair floated in the wind, and his robe fluttered, exuding an indescribable air of elegance and ease.

And behind this man,

Two small black shadows appeared, and these two shadows were getting bigger and bigger. They were clearly two little monkeys.

One with a bright red bottom, and the other, sturdier with yellowish-brown fur.

The two monkeys, one holding a wine jar and the other holding a paper fan, followed behind the white-robed man.

Finally,

The picture froze.

And the entire painting, which had originally lacked vitality,

After the appearance of this one man and two monkeys,

Instantly became vibrant.

The old Daoist standing in front of the painting suddenly swayed,

And fell to the ground with a "thud."

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!!!!"

The little monkey, which had been unresponsive to the previous old Daoist, excitedly threw itself into the old Daoist's arms at this moment.

"Ouch, ouch, my dear mother, my head, it really hurts…………"

The gazes of everyone in the Late Night Bookstore instantly fell on the old Daoist. A familiar feeling had returned.

"Yo yo, good, good, good, stop messing around, grandpa's head hurts, it hurts a lot."

The old Daoist rubbed the monkey's furry head and slowly raised his head.

He first looked around, looked at everyone, and finally, he turned his gaze to Attorney An and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, Attorney An, you know, I just had a really long dream, I dreamed that I became the emperor, and I even made you a king, and you were so happy that you were kowtowing to me non-stop.

Hahaha, isn't that funny;

Alas, it's a pity, now that the dream is over, I couldn't really make you a king."

The old Daoist looked very regretful, because he knew how addicted Attorney An was to it.

Attorney An took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily. Then, he squatted down next to the old Daoist.

He pulled out a cigarette, stuck one in his own mouth, and threw one to the old Daoist,

And said:

"It's okay, it's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake."