Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

As Lin Xuan snapped his fingers.

In a dark corner below Jiepai Pass, an extremely dense cloud of black mist suddenly began to churn.

Immediately afterwards, a figure wearing a wide black cloak and a hideous demon mask emerged from the black mist with exceptional smoothness.

It was none other than the Demon Lord Wutian.

He knelt on one knee in mid-air, tilting his head back with extreme fervor, looking at Lin Xuan on the flying boat.

"My lord, I have not failed you." Wutian's voice was hoarse, with a hint of extremely perverse excitement.

He held up a tattered cloth scroll with utmost respect in both hands.

The scroll appeared unremarkable, even with a few clumps of mud on it. But upon closer inspection, one could discover that it contained thousands of extremely frenzied true spirits.

This was the [Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods] that Lin Xuan had given him.

It was filled with the spirits of the three thousand Arhats and Bodhisattvas of the Western Paradise, as well as the true spirits of Taiyi Zhenren and Julusun of the Chan Sect, which he had "scavenged" on the battlefield of Jiepai Pass. This was a real elite workforce.

"Well done, go back and collect your reward from your mistress." Lin Xuan nodded with great satisfaction.

With a single wave of his hand, the tattered, fake Investiture of the Gods scroll obediently flew into his grasp.

Lin Xuan weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.

These spirits were frantically pounding against the seal inside, emitting extremely faint screams, clearly very uncomfortable with this crowded shared living environment.

Lin Xuan stood up and walked to the bow of the flying boat.

He looked down at the earth below, and the power of the underground passage within his body was instantly activated.

A thick, earthy-yellow light, imbued with the aura of reincarnation, flowed directly into the earth's veins at Jiepai Pass, running from the soles of his feet.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled violently, and on the plain in front of Jiepai Pass, the soil churned and rocks reformed.

In less than three breaths, a simple platform, a hundred feet tall and made entirely of extremely hard obsidian, rose from the ground.

The platform was covered with densely packed demonic runes, exuding an extremely sinister aura.

This is precisely the "Sending Immortals to Heaven Altar" that Lin Xuan specifically used to forcibly send out true spirits.

Lin Xuan took a step forward and instantly appeared in the center of the sacrificial altar.

He looked up towards the direction of Zixiao Palace, thirty-three heavens away. There, hanging hung the authentic Investiture of the Gods, which the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had used to scheme against the three religions.

"Old man Hongjun, aren't you short of workers? Today I'll send you a batch of high-quality talent." Lin Xuan sneered arrogantly.

He suddenly swung his right arm and violently hurled the fake Investiture of the Gods into the air like a shot put.

At the same time, a flash of light appeared in the void beside Lin Xuan.

A clone that looked exactly like him, but whose body was covered in bulging muscles and exuded an extremely terrifying martial arts aura, appeared without warning. It was Lin Xuan's martial arts clone.

The martial arts clone's eyes were cold, and he didn't waste any words. He slightly bent his knees and stomped hard on the sacrificial altar.

"Bang!"

The hundred-foot-tall obsidian altar was cracked by this one step.

The martial arts clone shot into the sky like a cannonball, instantly catching up with the pseudo-Investiture of the Gods in mid-air.

He swung his fist with extreme brutality, carrying a terrifying power capable of shattering ancient stars, and slammed it hard onto the tattered roll of cloth!

"Snap—!"

The fake Investiture of the Gods emitted an extremely crisp cracking sound, and the sealed space collapsed instantly.

Then, an extremely spectacular scene unfolded.

Thousands of true spirits, compressed to their absolute limit, unleashed themselves like wild horses, transforming into an exceptionally dazzling reverse meteor shower.

With an extremely shrill scream, it defied the rejection of the Heavenly Dao Laws and shot wildly towards the outside of the Thirty-Three Heavens!

This isn't a normal way to get on the list; it's a physical exorcism, forcibly stuffing people onto it!

After doing all this, Lin Xuan clapped his hands casually.

He seemed to remember something and turned to look in another direction in the void.

His perfected spatial laws activated once more, easily tearing open a tiny rift leading to the Heavenly Court.

Inside the dilapidated Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Court.

Haotian was slumped on the dragon throne with only half of the armrest remaining, trembling all over.

He had just seen everything that happened at Jiepai Pass with extreme clarity through the Haotian Mirror.

The Four Sages were defeated, the Ten Thousand Immortals self-destructed, and Pangu's true form cleaved people in two. Now, his mind was filled with Lin Xuan's extremely terrifying appearance as a demon god, and he was afraid that Lin Xuan would also tear down the Heavenly Court.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the void in front of him.

Haotian was so frightened that he rolled off the dragon throne and instinctively crouched down with his head in his hands.

"Don't kill me! The Heavenly Court is really out of money!" Haotian cried out in utter misery.

"Shut up, you good-for-nothing." Lin Xuan's extremely disgusted voice came from the crack.

Immediately afterwards, a dark, stick-like object was thrown out of the crack and landed squarely on Haotian's bald head.

Haotian cried out in pain, clutching his head as he looked down. When he saw what was on the ground, his eyes widened in surprise.

It was a wooden whip, three feet six and a half inches long, with twenty-one sections, each bearing four talismans. It was none other than the supreme divine weapon, extremely effective against the gods on the Investiture of the Gods—the [God-Slaying Whip]!

It was snatched away by the brat from the Lin family before, and now Lin Xuan has thrown it back to him like trash.

"Take this thing." Lin Xuan's extremely cold voice rang out again. "A large batch of new employees will be reporting to you soon. Exploit them ruthlessly. Make them do all the dirty and hard work—cleaning latrines, sweeping sewers, and any other dirty or strenuous job. Anyone who dares to slack off will be beaten to death."

"If I find out you're giving them the cold shoulder, I'll tear this dilapidated palace down tomorrow!"

The crack closed instantly, leaving Haotian kneeling on the ground, stunned.

He picked up the God-Slaying Whip with trembling hands, feeling the extremely domineering suppressive power emanating from it.

His initially timid gaze gradually turned extremely fervent, even revealing a hint of perverse excitement.

"Yes...yes! I will certainly treat them well!" Haotian kowtowed to the void with great excitement.