Chapter 325

Chapter 325: The Messenger of the Underworld’s Attitude

"Messenger of the Underworld." You You immediately addressed the seal issue, "The Demon Realm’s seal is about to collapse. We must wake the Nether King and ask how to reseal it!"

"I came precisely for this." The Messenger slumped onto a nearby rock, abandoning his enigmatic image. "My master severed all ties with the Yin volume. Even smacking it against his face won’t rouse him now."

"…" Such reluctance to work?

"Before sleeping, our lord left you a message." The exhausted messenger leaned against the stone.

"A message? What message?" You You blinked. After dropping the "You’re the Demon God" bomb, the Nether King had vanished, leaving only clueless Ning Rui behind.

"My lord anticipated Heaven’s Sacred Mountain’s seal failing." The messenger continued, "He told me to relay: ‘I’ve got no solutions! Scram!’"

You You: "…"

Others: "…"

Classic Nether King response.

"The seal was Xuan Ling’s work – nothing to do with him." The messenger added, "Find whoever cast it originally."

You You’s eyes lit up. "Does this mean…Xuan Ling still lives?!"

"Master didn’t specify." The messenger looked pained. "I’m just an overworked errand boy."

New hope dawned. If Saint Xuan Ling lived, they could create endless seals. But where to find her?

"Message delivered." The messenger rose wearily. "Countless residual souls await. I’ll take my leave."

"Wait!" You You blocked his path. "Do you know Xuan Ling’s whereabouts?"

"Noble Lady jests." His ghastly smile returned. "I’m but an underpaid laborer – no holidays, no help, endless overtime. My clones got recalled. How would I know?"

You You: "…"

Feng Rong: "…"

Yuan Qi: "…"

All: "…"

Your job resentment’s showing. And you clearly know something!

You You tried bargaining: "My sect’s trial period approaches. I’ll prioritize ghost matters."

"Oh, we couldn’t trouble you." His eyes gleamed despite protests. "Few disciples, much effort…"

"…I’ll send Feng Clan members too."

His eyes became searchlights. "Divine Master’s aid? So improper!"

"Plus various sects’ disciples. I’ll notify celestial maidens."

"Deal!" The messenger transformed into model employee. "Noble Lady’s compassion shines!"

This faker planned this all along!

"Enough! Just tell me where Saint Xuan Ling is!" she demanded urgently.

"I don’t know!" The Messenger of the Underworld shouted without thinking.

"…" Don’t know?! Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?!

"But I know where the Saint went last!" Seeing her anger rising, the Messenger hastily added, "The Nether King once told me that after the Saint sealed the Demon Realm and the Mortal Realm was reborn, the Divine Realm got remade too. Since then, Immortals could start becoming gods."

"So…" You You blinked. "You mean the Saint ended up in the Divine Realm?"

"Right." The Messenger nodded.

"That can’t be!" Yu Hao suddenly cut in. "I’ve lived in the Divine Realm for ages! Everyone knows the Saint’s legend, but nobody ever said he’s actually there!"

"Before my master fell asleep, I went with him to check the Yellow Springs reincarnation path in the Divine Realm. We definitely felt the Saint’s Presence there back then." The Messenger shrugged. "My master even looked around but found nothing. That’s all I know – believe what you want."

You You considered this carefully. If the Nether King sensed this before his long sleep, that meant some time had passed since the World-destroying Calamity. Maybe the Saint really was in the Divine Realm.

"Oh!" The Messenger suddenly slapped his forehead. "When my master put me in charge of the Nether Realm, I drew a Divine Realm map so I wouldn’t mess up. I marked where we felt the Saint’s Presence!"

A map! This changed everything!

The Messenger produced a folded paper. Everyone crowded around excitedly as he unfolded it.

Then… every face in the room fell simultaneously.

What fresh hell was this?!

The "map" showed nothing but crooked lines of varying thickness, random ink splotches, and doodles so crude they made toddler drawings look masterful.

"What’s this?"

"The Divine Realm map! See? Sacred Mountain here, Spirit Lake there…"

"This ink blob?"

"That’s the Divine Temple!"

"This worm shape?"

"The Heavenly River!"

"This octopus thing?"

"The Tree of Heaven!"

"This chicken drawing?"

"That’s the Saint!"

"This ink spot?"

"Just… an ink spot."

You You: "……"

Everyone: "……"

This scribble didn’t even qualify as a kindergartener’s art project, let alone a map!

After a long silence, all eyes turned to Yu Hao.

"Don’t look at me!" Yu Hao protested, veins bulging. "I’ve lived there for centuries and never knew the Divine Realm looked like this!"

"……"

After another awkward pause…

"Messenger."

"Hmm?"

"Who taught you writing and drawing?"

"That was from my mortal life. Some scholar taught me."

"Oh. I bet he died young, didn’t he?"

"……"