The nine Nether Prison clans were invading the various small worlds of the Netherworld, plunging them into wars. Some worlds were defeated and became Nether Prison’s vassals, while others were still resisting, spilling their blood for their dignity. The cruelty of war dominated the whole Netherworld.

It was a surprise to many that under such conditions, Nether Prison actually announced that it would invade Earth Prison. The news immediately shocked the entire Netherworld.

“Has Nether Prison gone crazy? It really wants to invade Earth Prison at all costs?”

Earth Prison was unlike any other small worlds. Although it didn’t perform well in the Netherworld’s Tournament of the Great Path, a weak younger generation didn’t mean that its overall strength was weak as well. Earth Prison still had many formidable experts.

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In the West Little Buddhism Realm, the light of the Buddha illuminated the sky. A huge golden Buddha sat in midair with his hands clasped before his chest, chanting. His voice rang through the skies.

Outside the realm, a Nether Prison army faced the golden Buddha, waiting for the opportunity to attack. Inside the realm, eighty-one pagodas burst into light at the same time. There was a Great Saint relic hovering in each pagoda, supplying vast energy that formed the golden Buddha. All the cultivators in the realm sat cross-legged down, knocking at wooden fishes and chanting.

“Amitabha.” A Great Buddha glanced peacefully beyond the sky with a ring of colorful light wheeling behind his back. Suddenly, a look of disbelief came into his eyes.

The void beyond the sky was torn apart, and then two figures stepped out of it. Terrible waves of pressure immediately swept across heaven and earth. One of the figures was shrouded in blazing flames that looked like the real Nether Fire, while the other was clad in darkness, his looming figure seemed to fuse with the void. Both of them were Peaked Great Saints!

“The Fire Demon Patriarch… The Shadow Demon Patriarch…”

The Great Buddha’s eyes flashed with horror. The next moment, his body burst into light as he flew out of the realm, followed by two other Great Saints. Hovering in the void, the three Buddhas faced the two figures that appeared like Demon Gods. Their mighty auras clashed violently and ripped the void.

“Buddhas of the West Little Buddhism Realm… Let’s fight in the Battlefield of the Stars, lest this world is destroyed,” said the Fire Demon Patriarch. His voice was gentle, but he looked like a clump of burning demon fire.

The Peaked Great Saints of the West Little Buddhism Realm chanted the Buddha’s name. Sitting on their lotus thrones, they flew into the sky and entered the battlefield.

Seeing this, the Fire Demon Patriarch burst out laughing, then rushed into the battlefield as well with the Shadow Demon Patriarch.

A violent battle broke out in an instant. The experts of the West Little Buddhism Realm and Nether Prison all looked up at the sky, and they saw that the sky had turned red with a sea of fire.

Peerless experts fought each other fiercely on the battlefield and filled the air with rumbling sounds. After a long time, the sea of fire disappeared, the sky parted, and a colossal flaming palm fell out of it, slapping toward the huge golden Buddha.

RUMBLE!

The whole West Little Buddhism Realm trembled, and then the experts inside all watched with rage and grief as the huge golden Buddha cracked and crumbled to pieces.

In a boundless sea of fire, the three Great Saints of the West Little Buddhism Realm who flew into the sky turned into ashes, while the eighty-one pagodas inside the realm collapsed at the same time.

The West Little Buddhism Realm had fallen.

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In the Vajra Realm, a mighty roar rang deafeningly through the air. A burly and bare-chested man threw out a punch and forced the Nether Prison army back. Then, with both hands, he ripped a Great Saint of Nether Prison in half.

His terrible aura shook the skies!

Behind him, countless burly men pounded their chests and roared, cheering for the Peaked Great Saint of the Vajra Realm and laughing excitedly. They could hardly contain their excitement when they saw their Great Saint force back the Nether Prison experts.

All of a sudden, their laughter came to an abrupt stop. The Great Saint looked up at the sky with rage boiling in his eyes, where the void was torn apart. A young man came walking out of the rift, standing over the Nether Prison army with a calm look. There seemed to be towering strength in him.

“The Patriarch of the Tyrant Clan!” roared the Great Saint.

The next moment, the young man in midair casually threw out a punch at the Great Saint. The fist was covered with vast energy that churned like waves, and as it drew nearer, it evaporated many experts of the Vajra Realm.

Like the experts of the Vajra Realm, Tyrants cultivated their flesh, and their bodies were what made them invincible.

The Tyrant Patriarch’s strike shook heaven and earth. The Great Saint of the Vajra Realm let out an unyielding roar and threw out a punch as well. It was the clash of the Vajra and the Tyrant, the clash of two mighty experts who had cultivated their flesh to the peak.

A rumbling sound echoed out as the void exploded, while half of the Vajra Realm shook. Its ground cracked and crumbled. With just a punch, the young man killed the Great Saint and turned him into nothingness.

“When you bite off more than you can chew, death will be your only fate… After conquering the Vajra Realm, prepare to invade Earth Prison,” said the Tyrant Patriarch faintly with his hands clasped behind his back, his figure appearing and disappearing in midair.

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Meanwhile, the other Patriarchs of the nine Nether Prison clans also appeared in different small worlds, causing the resistance to crumble instantly.

In the Immortal Cooking Realm, the Immortal Tree shone brilliantly as its branches swayed back and forth, tearing a Little Saint apart with every lash.

There was a huge rhinoceros in midair. It had three horns, but one of them had been broken by the branch, which filled its eyes with a gloomy look.

“Sooner or later… Our hooves will stomp through the Immortal Cooking Realm. Retreat. Assemble the army and prepare to invade Earth Prison…”

A deafening voice echoed through the entire fifth layer of the Immortal Cooking Realm. Then, the formidable Nether Prison army began to retreat.

The Immortal Tree’s branches swayed, filling the air with a clattering sound as they quickly formed into a humanoid figure. It stood on the crown of the tree, looking into the distance.

Realm Lord Di Tai, naked, stood beside the figure with flickering eyes.

The calamity of Earth Prison had finally arrived. How would it ride through it this time?

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Half a month had passed since the battle of the Great Saints. During this period, Earth Prison did not relax. Instead, the atmosphere grew more intense with each passing day. It was as if a sharp knife hung over everyone’s head, and it filled every Earth Prison expert with a great sense of crisis. They knew that it was the herald of the coming war.

Nether Prison experts were about to invade Earth Prison. It was a piece of devastating news for Earth Prison experts. Earth Prison was strong, but Nether Prison was stronger. It was hard to say if Earth Prison could stop the invasion.

If the previous Nether King, Tian Cang, were still here, they might not be so worried. After all, he was Earth Prison’s pride. However, Tian Cang had fallen. Although the new Nether King had become a Great Saint, he was still young and growing, and he wasn’t strong enough to take charge.

The Nether Prison, on the other hand, had the Patriarchs of the nine clans, who were all Great Saints. Therefore, the Earth Prison experts all felt a dark cloud hanging over their heads.

Forbidden Soul City had been rebuilt. It had a new name, though. They now called it Yellow Spring City.

The city had become the hottest place in Earth Prison. Countless experts were gathering here. After all, it was considered the safest place in Earth Prison. With Earth Prison Dog and Yellow Spring Great Sage guarding it, the people here would be safer than those in other places when the war broke out.

Of course, the most amazing place in Yellow Spring City was still that mysterious little restaurant.

There was a long line of people in front of the Yellow Spring Little Restaurant. They came from the aristocratic families of Earth Prison, and they were all very strong. However, these experts were waiting patiently in line to enter the restaurant.

From time to time, people walked out of the restaurant with a look of satisfaction on their faces. Some came out drunk, took a few steps, and sat cross-legged on the ground to break through.

During these days, the whole Yellow Spring City was enveloped in lightning punishments.

Inside the restaurant, Bu Fang was frowning. The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the long line of people outside.

After Nether Prison announced its plan to invade Earth Prison, the people in Earth Prison became restless. Experts who were initially not eager to improve their strength all flocked to his restaurant like crazy, and each paid him one million Nether Crystals for a cup of the supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. This made the sales of the wine skyrocket.

Bu Fang wondered if Nether Prison was purposely helping the sales of his wine, and he wasn’t sure if he should thank them.

The experts who drank the wine had all broken through a level.

Yellow Spring Great Sage sat in the restaurant and was toying with his jade wine jar. He didn’t drink the wine from the jar, though. He would rather spend one million Nether Crystals to buy from Bu Fang than drink his own wine. Such a strange behavior left Bu Fang speechless.

Looking at the wine in his jar, Bu Fang sighed softly and covered it with a lid. He decided to stop selling the wine. He turned to the people in the line with a calm face and said, “The supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine has been sold out. From today onward, there will be no more supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine.”

His voice was not loud, but it was amplified by his divine will and spread throughout the whole city.

The faces of the experts waiting in the line outside the restaurant all turned very unsightly. What many had feared has finally come true. After all, the wine was limited, and those who came later because of hesitation had missed the opportunity to buy it.

Many people left, dejected, but some complained to Bu Fang. There were even people kneeling in front of the restaurant, crying and begging to buy a cup. Some were even willing to pay double for it.

However, Bu Fang rejected them all. He would not sell the remaining wine. He knew what these people were thinking. The war was coming, and the stronger they were, the greater the chance they could survive it. However, he had his own principle.

After shutting the door, Bu Fang walked into the kitchen and began cooking. Soon after, he came back out with a plate of steaming Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs and placed it on the table.

Lord Dog had already placed his paws on the table, waiting. As soon as the steaming ribs were served, their gleaming sauce attracted his attention, making his mouth water.

Ting-a-ling!

Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen again. This time, he came with a plate of Dragon Blood Rice bursting with spirit essence. Although Nethery’s curse had somewhat vanished, it still needed to be suppressed, and nothing was better than Dragon Blood Rice.

Bu Fang also prepared a plate of Explosive Meatballs and Divine Sealing Dumplings for Foxy.

Lord Dog left after finishing the ribs. No one knew where he went. Nethery went back to her room to sleep after having her fill. As for Foxy, after she ate a few Explosive Meatballs, her eyes suddenly went wide as a lump appeared on her buttocks. Her face flushed. Then, with a ripping sound, a third tail popped out.

Narrowing her eyes, Foxy wagged her three white tails and looked very excited.

Bu Fang sat calmly at the table, poured himself a cup of wine, and drank it. As the wine entered his stomach, he felt a vast spirit essence explode in him.

‘Congratulations on completing the revenue task, Host. The leveling up will now begin…’ The System’s serious voice rang out in his head.

On the eve of Nether Prison’s invasion, the long-awaited system prompt finally rang out in Bu Fang’s head.