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Remolding a body? Hearing these words, both the official and the demon were simultaneously surprised. Since the opening of the Ghost Gate, they had never heard of such a thing. It was one thing for a soul to not die, but to let it leave the underworld with a living flesh body? Even the Great Sage Sun Wukong hadn't had such an experience of remolding a flesh body in the Senluo Hall!

Official: "My... My Lord, is this possible?"

Yama: "It has to be. All of you were promoted by me. If I go down, don't expect to have good days ahead!"

Official: "But... would he agree to enter a female body?"

Yama: "Trick him into it. He doesn't know the affairs of the underworld anyway. Can't we, the professionals, deceive a greenhorn?"

The official fell silent, unable to refute Yama's reasoned argument. However, the demon beside them seemed hesitant to speak. Yama, noticing this, encouraged him to voice his opinion.

"But Lord, creating a body out of thin air is not easy. We in the underworld are accustomed to taking lives, but how do we make a flesh body for this soul?"

Yama paused, humming softly, and began pacing. After a while, he whispered to the official and the demon, "Go, bring the five-colored clay from the bottom of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion."

Hearing "five-colored clay," both the official and the demon gasped in shock! The official immediately asked, "Lord! The five-colored clay you mentioned... is it the same used by the Goddess Nüwa to create humans?"

"Of course! What else could it be? Damn, it's my most precious treasure! I thought I could cherish it forever, but I never expected to use it under these circumstances."

The demon was dispatched to fetch the five-colored clay. In the meantime, Yama, smiling, offered Mengdie a seat on a sofa nearby, handing him a cup of tea to calm his nerves. Mengdie, feeling nauseated by the suddenly ingratiating demeanor of the deity, set the tea aside and bluntly inquired about the timing of his reincarnation. Yama, in turn, used all his professional knowledge to bombard Mengdie with technical jargon.

Time has no meaning after death. How long it had been since the demon left, even Mengdie couldn't remember. Maybe an hour or two? Or perhaps a year or two? In the midst of Yama's rambling and questioning about the martial arts competition, Mengdie was thoroughly confused.

However, when the demon reappeared in the Hall of Yama, the cup of tea still steamed, for reasons unknown.

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The demon, panting, hurried in and whispered in Yama's ear: "Lord, I've finally got the five-colored clay!"

"Excellent! Now quickly mold a female body."

"But, Lord, the five-colored clay is a whole piece, impossible to divide. We can't mold a female infant..."

"Alright, alright! If an infant won't do, then make a grown woman's body. Go do it! And bring it here when done; I still have a lot of deception to work on!"

"But..." The demon's face showed hesitation. After Yama's repeated questioning, he finally said reluctantly, "But the Book of Life and Death mentions 'a peerless beauty,' right? We ghosts spend all year in the underworld, seeing only the dead. The body we create will have a dead appearance, far from a 'peerless beauty.' What do we do about this?"

Yama was also troubled. If they couldn't meet the requirements of the fate, they might still court trouble upon checking with the heavens... Well, then, only one option remains! Since it's his body, let him make it himself! With so many lifetimes of experience as a woman, this soul must know what a peerless beauty is!

Yama grinned at Mengdie, his smile disgustingly obsequious.

"Young man, actually, I have something to tell you."

Mengdie recoiled, wary of Yama's insincere smile, brimming with ulterior motives.

"What is it? Speak up!"

"Hehehe, that is... you're very lucky! You're the hundred billionth dead soul to visit our Yama Hall! To celebrate this historic moment, we're going to reward you!"

"Reward?"

"Yes! That is... to let you... be... re... born... again...!"

This statement was so shocking that even the usually unflappable Mengdie was left agape. Resurrection? Such a plot, usually only found in movies and TV shows, was going to come true?

But, if it were really possible to be resurrected...

Mengdie's eyes shone with hope!

"But!"

Just as Mengdie was about to jump with excitement, Yama suddenly uttered these two words.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, I mean no harm! Actually... we have a small problem and would like your help. If you're willing to help, being reborn is completely feasible!"

Sighing, Mengdie realized there were conditions. He sat back on the sofa, spreading his hands, "Alright, what's the problem? Someone giving you trouble and you want me to sort it out?"

"No, no, no, it's a very simple reason. Come, young man, follow us."

Yama led Mengdie through a door beside the Hall of Yama, walking along a corridor beside a lotus-filled lake. As they walked, Yama narrated a carefully concocted lie.

"Oh, so you want to investigate human joys and sorrows, good and evil, and thus decided to send a girl to the human world for investigation. But you've been unable to create the ideal girl, so you want my help to use that five-colored clay to create a girl capable of 'comprehending' the ugliness of the human world?"

Yama nodded like pounding garlic: "Exactly, exactly."

Mengdie shrugged resignedly, remaining silent. In fact, he was very skeptical about this proposal. Why a girl for the investigation? And why specifically a beautiful girl capable of enticing all men? Although the technology of the 21st century is advanced, human nature probably hasn't changed much over thousands of years. Sending such a girl to investigate these things is like sending a lamb into a tiger's den, isn't it?

However, Mengdie didn't raise these questions. They were irrelevant to him; as long as he made a girl, he would have a chance to be reborn. What the girl would become was none of his concern.

After the long corridor over the lake, Yama and Mengdie arrived at a pavilion in the lake's center. Two demons opened the grand doors, and Yama, gesturing Mengdie to enter first, led the way.

Stepping through the door, Mengdie was immediately struck by the spectacle. The place was enormous, seemingly endless! The pure white walls and ceiling emitted a soft glow, fully replacing the need for lights! In the room, hundreds of demons were busy. They were either checking various instruments or shouting orders and filling out reports, all busily bureaucratic.

Aside from the demons, the room was filled with various sophisticated instruments. All the instruments were connected by various tubes converging in the center of the room, where a huge, hundred-square-meter mechanical platform lay. A giant, tender yellow light circle composed of numerous symbols and characters slowly rotated on this platform. And within this circle...

Hovered a lump of clay, somewhat human-shaped, yet not resembling any specific human form.

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