144: Chapter 144 Baptism of Reincarnation, My Wife is My Right-Hand Woman

Opening Climax:

"Then let's begin."

The moment Lin Chen's voice fell, the sky of the entire Underworld—changed.

It wasn't turning dark, nor was it turning bright; instead, all colors, all light, and all shadows were simultaneously stripped away, leaving only the purest black and white. The black and white colors swirled frantically in the air, forming a massive Taiji Diagram that covered the entire plane.

The Taiji Diagram slowly pressed down, its center aligned directly with Su Qingyu.

The samsara seal flew up from Lin Chen's hand on its own, hovering in the very center of the Taiji Diagram, and began to vibrate at a frequency that transcended time. Each vibration triggered a resonance with the source of the Underworld—

The River of Oblivion flowed backward.

The Bridge of Helplessness glowed.

The loud cracks of breaking chains rang out from all Eighteen Levels of Hell simultaneously.

Ten thousand ghosts knelt in worship; even those mindless wandering souls instinctively lowered their heads, as if some supreme existence was descending.

"This is..." Zhang Hao's voice was trembling. "Is the Boss mobilizing the entire source of the Underworld?"

Lei Xiao knelt on one knee, looking up with difficulty: "More than that... He's using the samsara seal as a 'scalpel' and the Underworld's source as 'disinfectant' to perform an ultimate surgery on her... from her soul to her bloodline."

The surgery began.

Lin Chen didn't even move.

He just stood there, looking up at the Taiji Diagram in the sky, and then—snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The crisp sound echoed throughout the Underworld.

In the next second, Su Qingyu was lifted by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air. The black and white light descending from the Taiji Diagram completely enveloped her; that light wasn't just simple light, but the manifested laws themselves.

"First layer: Stripping the contamination."

Lin Chen's voice was terrifyingly calm.

Within the black and white light, Su Qingyu's body suddenly became transparent. Everyone could see—within her bloodline network, those black contaminations that had originally been extracted by the curse seed still had countless microscopic 'roots' remaining.

These roots were deeply embedded in her soul source, intertwined with her memories, emotions, and even her personality.

To strip away the contamination was equivalent to dissecting her soul inch by inch.

"It will hurt," Lin Chen looked at Su Qingyu. "Endure it."

Su Qingyu clenched her teeth: "Do it."

Before her voice could fade, the intense pain arrived.

It wasn't physical pain—her soul body began to disintegrate within the black and white light. It wasn't a destructive disintegration, but a precise, surgical 'disassembly.' Every wisp of her soul was forcibly separated, every segment of memory was individually stripped, and every trace of emotion was laid out for inspection.

"Ah—!"

Su Qingyu finally couldn't help but scream out in agony.

Her body trembled violently in the light, and dense cracks began to appear on the surface of her soul body, as if it would completely shatter at any moment.

Lin Chens Mother covered her mouth, tears streaming down, but she didn't dare make a sound.

Zhang Hao clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

The doll in Little Red Clothes' arms suddenly spoke: "Mama... hurts..."

Just when everyone thought Su Qingyu wouldn't be able to hold on—

Melodramatic Twist:

Those stripped memory fragments suddenly reassembled themselves in the air, projecting images one after another.

The first image: The Netherworld Saintess, who was Su Qingyu's past life, was kneeling before the First Generation Underworld Lord. She looked up at him, her eyes full of reverence—and a suppressed, extreme adoration.

"My Lord," the Saintess's voice trembled, "if there comes a day... when you must sacrifice me to protect the Underworld, Qingyou... will die ten thousand deaths without regret."

In the image, the First Generation Underworld Lord stood with his back to her. He was silent for a long time before saying, "That day will not come."

The second image: The Great War broke out. The power of the Void Devourer invaded the Underworld, and countless underworld soldiers died in battle. The Netherworld Saintess stood by the samsara seal, holding a black bead in her hand—the very one she later swallowed.

But this time, the image showed more details.

Beside the Saintess stood another person.

A figure wearing a robe of the Thousand Faces Cult, but beneath the robe, the faint outline of Divine Realm angel wings could be seen.

That figure was speaking: "Swallow it, and you will gain the power to stop the contamination. This is the only way to help him."

The Saintess looked at the black bead in her hand, a flash of struggle in her eyes, but when she looked at the First Generation Underworld Lord fighting a bitter battle in the distance—

She closed her eyes and swallowed it.

The third image: After the Saintess swallowed the bead, she wasn't immediately controlled. She did indeed gain powerful strength and once repelled some of the invaders. But when she returned to the Underworld Lord's side...

The Underworld Lord looked at her, and in his eyes flashed something she had never seen before—killing intent.

"On your body, there is Its scent."

These words pierced the Saintess's heart like a knife.

She wanted to explain, but the power of the black bead had already begun to backlash. Her consciousness gradually blurred, and the last image she saw was the Underworld Lord raising his hand, seemingly wanting to strike her, but in the end... that hand was lowered.

He turned around and said only one sentence:

"Go. The further, the better."

The image shattered there.

Everyone who saw these memories was stunned.

"So..." Zhang Hao muttered, "the Netherworld Saintess didn't actively betray him? She was tricked into swallowing the bead, and in trying to help, she was contaminated instead? When the First Generation Underworld Lord found out, because he couldn't bring himself to kill her, he could only let her go?"

Lei Xiao's face was grim: "And then, after being completely controlled, she became a tool for spreading contamination and even placed a curse on her own bloodline... This is fucking..."

Too melodramatic.

And too tragic.

Su Qingyu watched these memories through the intense pain, her tears flowing along with the light of her soul body.

She finally understood why she had that inexplicable trust and dependence on Lin Chen.

It was an obsession that spanned across samsara.

In her past life, she failed to stand by his side and fight together; in this life... she must never miss the chance again.

Horrific Satisfaction:

Just as everyone was immersed in the shock brought by the memories—

A sudden change occurred!

Those stripped contamination roots suddenly writhed frantically in the air, and then... they gathered together, condensing into a blurry humanoid shape.

The humanoid had no facial features, but everyone could feel that it was 'looking' at Lin Chen.

Then, it made a sound.

That voice sounded like the mixed screams of billions of living beings:

"Found... you..."

"This generation's... Underworld Lord..."

The humanoid suddenly exploded, turning into countless black threads that shot toward Lin Chen at a speed exceeding light!

It wasn't attacking his physical body—those threads directly penetrated space, aiming for Lin Chen's bloodline source!

"Boss, watch out!" Zhang Hao roared.

But Lin Chen didn't even move.

He just raised his left hand, palm facing up.

The samsara seal instantly appeared in his palm, and then—

Buzz!

An invisible barrier expanded.

The black threads slammed into the barrier, making a tooth-grinding grinding sound. The threads drilled frantically, trying to break through, but the barrier remained motionless.

"I was waiting for you," Lin Chen sneered. "The 'backdoor program' of the contamination source was indeed hidden in the deepest bloodline connection."

He had guessed it long ago.

How could an existence of the Void Devourer's level be satisfied with just a curse? It must have buried something even more hidden deep within the curse—a trap that could use the bloodline connection to reverse-track and attack the Underworld Lord.

That was why he wanted to mobilize the source of the entire Underworld.

Not only to cure the illness but also to draw out this 'tumor' and excise it once and for all!

"Second layer," Lin Chen's voice was bone-chillingly cold, "purifying the root."

He clenched his right hand toward the air.

Those black threads that were drilling into the barrier suddenly froze.

Then, they began to... burn.

It wasn't fire, but a kind of pure white light. That light erupted from within the threads, and wherever it passed, the black quickly receded, and even from the depths of the void connected by the threads, a burst of angry roars could be heard.

Those were the 'contamination nodes' left by the Void Devourer in countless planes, being reverse-purified by the Underworld's source along the connections!

"No—!" an inhuman roar came from the void.

But Lin Chen ignored it completely.

He continued to increase the power.

The pure white light grew brighter and brighter, until finally—

All the black threads turned into nothingness.

Along with them, the last trace of contamination in Su Qingyu's bloodline also completely disappeared.

Climax Conclusion:

The Taiji Diagram slowly stopped rotating.

The black and white light gradually converged, all flowing into Su Qingyu's body.

Her soul body, which had been on the verge of shattering, began to reorganize at a visible speed. It wasn't a simple repair, but... an evolution.

Her soul body became more solid, and a layer of faint golden patterns appeared on the surface—that was the mark of recognition from the laws of the Underworld.

Her aura climbed level by level.

Ghost King Level... Ghost Emperor Level... finally stabilizing at a level that even made Lei Xiao feel suffocated.

Memory fragments surged back like a tide, perfectly merging her past and present lives.

She opened her eyes.

In her eyes, a flash of a thousand years of vicissitudes first appeared—the memories of the Netherworld Saintess; then they returned to clarity—the true self of Su Qingyu. The two consciousnesses had no conflict, no struggle, merging naturally like water and milk.

She slowly landed, her bare feet stepping on the soil of the Underworld.

With every step, a golden lotus grew beneath her feet—this was a phenomenon reserved only for the spouse of the Underworld's highest authority holder.

She walked up to Lin Chen and looked up at him.

Their eyes met.

After a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice soft but firm:

"Lin Chen, I'm back."

It wasn't "Thank you," nor was it "I'm better."

But "I'm back."

These words contained so much: the regrets of her past life, the choice of this life, and the promise of the future.

Lin Chen looked at her for a long time, then nodded:

"Yeah."

Just one word.

But everyone understood.

Zhang Hao was the first to react, suddenly dropping to one knee: "Greetings, Queen of the Underworld!"

Following him, Lei Xiao, Little Red Clothes, Lin Chens Mother... all the ghosts knelt down in unison:

"Greetings, Queen of the Underworld—!"

The roar shook the heavens.

Su Qingyu did not panic; she calmly accepted the worship. Then she turned, looking at the ten thousand kneeling ghosts, then at the Underworld being rebuilt in the distance, and finally back at Lin Chen:

"This time, I will always stand by your side."

"No matter who the enemy is, no matter where we go."

Lin Chen smiled.

He reached out and took her hand.

The moment their hands were tightly clasped, the samsara seal emitted a soft light, and all the laws of the Underworld resonated simultaneously, as if celebrating—after a thousand years, the Lord and Queen of the Underworld were finally standing side by side again.

"Just as well," Lin Chen said, "the place we're going next needs your help."

He looked up at the sky of the Underworld—more accurately, he looked beyond the sky, toward the Divine Realm that was sending out a distress signal.

"The water over there is very deep."

"But if we go together..."

"We should be able to drain it dry."

Su Qingyu gripped his hand, the strategic wisdom from her past life memories flashing in her eyes:

"Integrate internally first, then expand externally?"

"No." Lin Chen shook his head. "Do both simultaneously."

"The Underworld's grand celebration must be held, and the 'business' in the Divine Realm must also be negotiated."

"After all—"

He looked at her, that familiar madness in his eyes as if he wanted to buy the entire world: "We have the strength for it now."

Behind them, ten thousand ghosts worshipped.

Before them, planes awaited conquest.

And they, holding hands, had already taken the first step.

The true journey was only just beginning.