I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

General Shrimp, loyal to the end, disregarded his own safety upon seeing this and braved the thick blood mist to rush outside the quiet room. His heart was filled with anxiety and regret. It must have been that thieving monk who harmed the Dragon King!

Ever since the Dragon Lord met Zhi Chen, he immediately went into seclusion to cultivate, and then this strange change occurred!

"Dragon Lord! Dragon Lord, wake up! You're practicing evil arts!"

General Shrimp frantically tugged at the copper bell outside the meditation room, the bell ringing urgently and mournfully, trying to awaken the Dragon Lord who was immersed in cultivation.

But he never got to see the Dragon Lord wake up. The thick blood mist quickly enveloped him, slowly draining the blood from his body.

A moment later, this loyal shrimp general also turned into a withered shrimp shell and collapsed in front of the quiet room.

Within the Mengjiang Water Palace, very few aquatic creatures managed to escape; over 90% of them became nourishment for the Dragon Lord to cultivate his evil arts.

A terrifying aura of malevolence and resentment rose from the Mengjiang River. Countless aquatic souls howled and wailed in the blood mist, their resentment reaching the heavens, making even the atmosphere of heaven and earth strange.

On a mountain peak not far from Mengjiang, Zhichen stood quietly, gazing in the direction of Mengjiang's water mansion, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Now that things are done, this humble monk should return to report."

He slowly turned around and walked away leisurely, his figure quickly disappearing into the mountains and forests.

A dragon that has gone mad will inevitably wreak havoc on the world, and the underworld will certainly have to expend considerable effort to suppress this out-of-control dragon.

This is Honglun Temple's response to the underworld.

You, the underworld, have ruined my Buddhist cause; I will then give you plenty of trouble and make you extremely anxious!

Having accomplished this, Zhichen's pent-up frustration dissipated, and his thoughts became increasingly clear.

He had no worries whatsoever about the investigation finding him out.

Even if the underworld senses something is wrong and comes to question them, so what?

He never instructed the Dragon King to do evil, nor did he ever show any intention to target the Underworld. He was merely "kindly" giving the Dragon King a cultivation technique.

The Dragon Lord was too eager for quick success and went into a qi deviation while cultivating his techniques, causing a great massacre. What does this have to do with Zhi Chen?

From beginning to end, he left no trace. Just like when the Underworld secretly gave Elder Jiang a hint, the Underworld never directly targeted Buddhism, but instead leaked the information to Elder Jiang, indirectly causing trouble for Buddhism.

His actions today are nothing more than an eye for an eye, and it's only natural.

As for what fate awaits the Dragon King, Zhi Chen doesn't care at all. It's better for a wicked monster to die, saving it from harming living beings in the world.

Zhi Chen left cleanly, without leaving a trace, but Mengjiang Water Mansion had become a living hell, a scene of utter devastation.

The Dragon King finally woke up.

He awoke not because he sensed anything amiss, but because the blood mist failed to devour living beings and could not replenish his blood energy, leaving him unbearably hungry.

His eyes were bloodshot, his body was surrounded by a bloody aura, and the veins on his neck and arms were bulging.

"What happened?"

Upon waking, he immediately sensed something was wrong with himself, and after carefully sensing it, he was deeply shocked.

"What exactly happened?"

He pushed open the door to the quiet room, hoping to find answers, but all he saw was deathly silence.

Blood mist filled the air, and a murderous aura filled the sky, leaving no trace of life.

General Shrimp was already dead, only his shell lay at the entrance of the quiet room, his hand still reaching towards the copper bell.

"General Shrimp!"

Suddenly realizing something, Long Jun looked at himself and was so shocked by the impact that he swayed and almost fainted.

impossible!

He refused to believe it, a surge of madness coursing through his body, and he charged towards the water palace.

Upon entering the palace, the scene before him caused him unbearable pain: the seashell maids and the turtle prime minister were all brutally murdered, the crab general lay dead at the palace gate, and none of the shrimp soldiers, crab generals, or sea patrol yakshas survived.

He rushed into the bedchamber, only to find his three wives and concubines already dried up and desiccated.

The once bustling and prosperous aquatic kingdom is now desolate and dilapidated, leaving him all alone.

"Honglun Temple, Zhichen!!!"

The Dragon Lord roared and transformed into his true form. He had never been so furious since he took human form, and he wreaked havoc in the Water Palace like a madman.

The magnificent water palace was reduced to ruins. He suddenly burst out of the water and saw a murderous aura soaring into the sky.

His overwhelming hatred made his dragon eyes ferocious, and his hundred-foot-tall body was gradually stained with blood.

How could he not know that he had fallen into Zhichen's trap!

That's not the "Mianli Vajra Tempering Method" at all, it's clearly the "Blood Tempering and Tribulation Crossing Sutra"!

Hundreds of years ago, a high-ranking monk broke away from Buddhism, abandoned his cultivation, and entered the demonic path, creating this scripture.

Although this scripture is based on the "Mianli Vajra Tempering Method," it is completely opposite. The former is a Buddhist canon that purifies bloodlines and tempers the physical body, enabling one to attain Arhatship; the latter is a demonic and evil art that strengthens itself by devouring the blood and energy of living beings, leading to self-degradation.

One is righteous, the other is evil; they are going in opposite directions.

"I have no grudge against Honglun Temple, why are you trying to harm me!"

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, the Dragon King hovered his enormous body above the Meng River.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already become Zhi Chen's pawn.

If Zhichen were here right now, he would be furious and fight him to the death.

He destroyed the water palace he had painstakingly built; his beloved wives and concubines, and loyal subordinates, were all indirectly killed by him...

How tragic!

The Dragon Lord went hysterical, letting out a thunderous roar, wanting nothing more than to rush straight to Honglun Temple and fight Zhichen to the death.

But he has no chance now. Once he cultivates this evil art, he will always crave blood and energy, and he has now suppressed it to the limit.

"Blood! I need lots of blood!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his reason was gradually being consumed. The deep-seated hatred of the destruction of the Water Palace was forgotten.

An indescribable bloodlust tormented him to the point of unbearable agony, and only by devouring the blood and essence of living beings could he find some solace.

So he rushed into the mountains and forests.

With a flick of its tail, the birds and beasts in the forest scattered and fled.

"Donate blood! I need blood!"

His face was ferocious, and he had transformed into a blood dragon, as if he had retreated to the era of wild beasts eating raw meat and drinking blood. He pounced down and swallowed several wild beasts whole.

The killing came to an abrupt end in less than fifteen minutes, because there were no more living creatures left in the forest.

This little bit of energy was far from enough to quench his thirst. He gasped for breath and fixed his gaze on the densely populated town.

The first thing that catches the eye is Xingsha City, where a population of 20 million lives.

But as he looked toward Xingsha City, a sudden sense of alarm arose in his heart. His instincts told him that it was extremely dangerous and he must never go there.

Even the entire Nanling Province is not a place where he can run rampant.

But his bloodlust grew stronger and stronger, and he could no longer suppress it. After circling in the air a few times, he rushed straight towards a remote county town.

The Nam Ling Province has been peaceful recently, and most of the migrant workers from the big cities have returned to their hometowns. Even the small Cha Yu County has more than 100,000 residents.

It was midnight, and most people were still fast asleep when they were suddenly startled by the sound of rolling waves.

The sound of the waves grew increasingly turbulent, as if rivers were flowing right outside the window.

"Where did that sound come from?"

"What happened?"

"Honey, look outside!"

Every household lit their lamps and rushed to their windows. Upon seeing the scene, they froze in place, their eyes filled with terror.

"Oh my god!"

In the sky, a hundred-foot-long dragon coiled, riding the water flow and drawing endless waves from the Mengjiang River, with tens of thousands of tons of water already accumulating on the horizon.

The dragon's blood-red eyes were devoid of any emotion as it looked down at the human race, filled only with chilling killing intent.

Roar! ! !

The dragon roared, and a massive flood poured down, submerging Chayou County!

The surging waves crashed down from the sky, instantly destroying large areas of buildings.

"The evil dragon has flooded the city!"

"Run!"

"I can't swim, what should I do?"

"Someone save me, I don't want to die!"

"How dare this evil dragon! Isn't it afraid of punishment from the gods of the underworld?"

Humans were like ants, powerless to resist this catastrophe... No matter how they ran, swam, or struggled, they could only perish in the water.

Some people even lost their lives in their sleep.

In an instant, the floodwaters submerged the entire Chayou County, with surging waves rushing downstream towards the towns.

Having absorbed the blood essence, the Dragon Lord's eyes turned even more crimson, and his killing intent became increasingly uncontrollable. He carried the surging waves straight towards the next city.

At this moment, Chung Kau was sitting upright in the City God's Mansion, handling official business.

With the recent establishment of several new courts, he, as a judge, found himself increasingly burdened with trivial matters.

The entire City God Temple was like a tightly wound spring, with everyone rushing around busily.

At this moment, Chung Kau is presiding over a heinous matricide case: a spoiled teenager murdered his mother over a few words.

His mother was a kind-hearted person, and just a few days ago the Rewards and Commendations Office was planning to reward her, but she has already been brutally murdered.

After killing his mother, the boy accidentally fell and died while fleeing. He was taken to the City God's Palace, where Zhong Jiu severely punished him and imprisoned him. Once the underworld was fully restored and reincarnation restarted, he would be sent to the eighteenth level of hell for severe punishment.

Just as he was reviewing the case files, hurried footsteps suddenly came, and the head of the Gale Hall came to report.

"Your Honor, a calamity has struck the region! Lord Mengjiang has suddenly gone mad for unknown reasons, slaughtering the Mengjiang aquatic tribes and then causing a great flood that submerged Chayou County, killing hundreds of thousands of people. He is still not satisfied and is heading towards Guiling City!"

What?

Chung Kau slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, burning with rage.

"That Lord Meng Jianglong is courting death!"