Netherworld, Taisha Heavenly Palace.
Xuanqing was inspecting this gigantic "shelter" and found that the inmates today were unusually quiet.
No arguing or making a ruckus.
Fu Zhu, the god of Ao'an Mountain and the eldest senior brother of the Chan Sect's Outer Sect, was now lying in Blood Pool Hell, staring up at the sky with lifeless eyes.
Meng Huai, the god of Qiao Ming Mountain and the second senior brother of the Chan Sect's Outer Sect, was usually articulate and persuasive. Yet today, he sat motionless in Fire Sea Hell, occasionally sighing despondently.
The other inmates were wandering in the various Hells of the Universe, preferring to endure endless torture than to let out a single scream.
Even those Innate Divine Beings that usually hoped for Xuanqing's early demise were now eerily silent, refraining from hurling insults at Xuanqing.
"What's going on?" Xuanqing looked around the Outer Universe and noticed everyone was listless.
