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

Zhong Jiu's actions shattered the illusions of the entire cultivation world.

This made everyone understand one thing: gods are gods, high above and inviolable, and not to be trifled with by cultivators like them!

In the past, Chung Kau treated people with benevolence and righteousness, accumulated merits and virtues, and gained the faith of the people;

Now, he intimidates all sides with his iron-fisted methods and decisive killings, making the entire cultivation world submit to him. A large amount of pure faith power surges in like a tide and gathers in Zhong Jiu's body.

Obeying the strong is an eternal truth!

Zhong Jiu attacked relentlessly, and within half an hour, he had wiped out all six sects involved in the rebellion.

Whether they fought back desperately or fled in a sorry state, it was all useless in front of the overwhelming hand; only death awaited them!

"Is this the power of the Star Sand City God? It's terrifying!"

"The power of the gods is indeed well-deserved; it is terrifying indeed!"

"No wonder the Underworld can govern all living beings and establish its laws. With such power, who dares to disobey? Who dares to defy it?"

The cultivators of the world discussed it amongst themselves, looking towards the direction of Star Sand City with awe, and no one dared to harbor any dissent.

Nothing is more awe-inspiring than a clean and decisive massacre!

Faith surged like a tide, and Zhong Jiu suddenly realized: as a person in a superior position, one cannot simply bestow favors, but must also combine kindness with authority. One must be loved and respected, but also revered. Otherwise, there will always be some delusional individuals who attempt to secretly make underhanded moves and challenge authority.

Having destroyed six major sects, the deterrent effect had been achieved. Zhong Jiu slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze falling on the captured leader of the rebellion.

At this moment, apart from Feng Xuanzi, all the other sect leaders who participated in the rebellion had already taken their own lives.

They couldn't bear the blow of their sect's destruction and becoming prisoners, and they were even more ashamed to face Zhong Jiu's authority. But death was never a relief!

Even if they commit suicide, their souls are immediately locked up by the Black and White Impermanence. How can such a heinous crime of treason be resolved with death?

They must first be imprisoned in the prison, and when the eighteen levels of hell open, they will be thrown into them to suffer for eternity, never to be reborn!

"I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!"

Only Feng Xuanzi did not commit suicide. Instead, he roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot and filled with boundless hatred, "All of this was plotted against me by that bald monk Yuan Kong! There were eleven sects participating in the secret meeting that day, and the one that led it was clearly Buddhism! Why were all six of our Daoist sects wiped out, while the remaining five Buddhist sects were unharmed?!"

He harbored no resentment towards Chung Kau.

Firstly, it was they who first plotted rebellion and provoked the gods, so the underworld's counterattack was reasonable and justified. The victor is king and the loser is villain; they were willing to accept the consequences of their bet.

Secondly, the gap between them and the underworld is too great, so great that he doesn't even have the right to harbor resentment. Just as a true dragon would never care about the hatred of an earthworm, Zhong Jiu would never take his resentment seriously.

Therefore, he vented all his grief, resentment, and pain on Yuan Kong.

At this moment, he finally realized what was happening. His face contorted with rage, and blood streamed from his seven orifices from overwhelming hatred, yet he seemed oblivious to it, gritting his teeth and roaring, "That bald monk has ruined me! That bald monk has ruined me terribly! They weren't plotting against the Underworld; they were plotting against us! They wanted to use the City God to wipe out all six of our Taoist sects in one fell swoop, eliminating their sworn enemy from Buddhism!"

Zhong Jiu looked at him silently, his expression calm and his heart undisturbed.

As early as when Feng Xuanzi and the others appeared, but the Buddhist sect was nowhere to be seen, he had guessed that there must be something fishy about it, and now it seems that he was right.

Yuan Kong's plan was flawless, allowing him to win whether he advanced or retreated!

They could either join forces to destroy the City God's Mansion and take control of the cultivation world, or they could use the underworld to eliminate the Taoist sect's long-standing enemies. In any case, the Buddhist sect would be the biggest winner.

"Through my hand, they've reshuffled the cultivation world—what a cunning and treacherous sect of Buddhism!"

Zhong Jiu's lips curled into a cold smile, and killing intent rose in his eyes. What he hated most was being used by others!

Just then, the clerk from the Swift Wind Hall rushed over, bowing and reporting: "Master, Buddhist cultivators have suddenly appeared! They have captured all the rebellious disciples who were not in the sect, destroyed the lair of the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, and captured hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts and fierce spirits who remained there. They have all been sent to the gates of the Underworld, requesting an audience with you, Master!"

Zhong Jiu paused slightly, then spoke with a half-smile, "Oh? The Buddhist sect certainly knows how to handle people. What else do they have to say?"

The official quickly replied, "The old monk who led the group said that the Buddhist sect's actions were to help the Underworld identify all the sects that were secretly dissatisfied, thus removing a major cancer from the Underworld. He also said that although they participated in the secret meeting, it was only to lure the snakes out of their holes, and they had no intention of disrespecting them in the slightest. The captured traitors and ghosts are proof of their actions."

He also said that the Buddhist sect's scheming against the underworld was ultimately wrong, and they felt extremely ashamed. After this incident, the Buddhist sect would do its utmost to teach its believers to strictly abide by the laws and regulations of the underworld. If the Lord still had any dissatisfaction, they were willing to close their mountain retreat for a hundred years and never interfere in worldly affairs again as atonement!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Feng Xuanzi, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain himself and fainted on the spot. Before losing consciousness, he was still roaring, "Shameless scoundrels! They're all shameless scoundrels!"

Zhong Jiu glanced at the unconscious Feng Xuanzi, and was somewhat surprised.

This Buddhist sect is indeed a dignified master. With a few words, they absolved themselves of all responsibility, and every sentence was for the benefit of the underworld. They even offered a "pledge of allegiance".

Finally, the so-called century-long closure of the mountain was nothing to worry about. For a Buddhist sect that has cultivated for thousands of years, a century is but a fleeting moment.

"This is an attempt to shut me up and prevent me from taking action..."

Zhong Jiu gave a half-smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

The Buddhist sect had a clever plan, hoping to reduce his dislike in this way. Little did they know that the more they did this, the more displeased Zhong Jiu became.

It's fine to use someone else to do your dirty work, but to use Zhong Jiu as a scapegoat is a terrible mistake!

Zhong Jiu quickly calculated in his mind. He had never intended to let Buddhism go, but right now, there were more important things to do.

His gaze slowly shifted to the center of the battlefield, where the Asura race had long been routed. Of their million-strong army, only a hundred or so had survived, and each of them was severely wounded and on the verge of death. Even if their fighting spirit remained undiminished, they had long since lost the power to resist.

In the sky, the Great Ape King unleashed his divine power, his staff flashing and slashing, successively killing several experts of the Asura Clan. Even the Asura Clan Chief had already fallen under his golden cudgel, his brains splattered and his soul scattered.

After a fierce battle, the Great Ape King, though thoroughly enjoying himself, was also exhausted and his breathing was somewhat unsteady.

Zhong Jiu slowly rose, his gaze icy, his voice resounding throughout the heavens and earth: "This farce should end now!"

He raised his hand and waved, and a dazzling divine light shot towards the battlefield. Since the Great Ape King was already exhausted, he would personally take care of the final cleanup!

Zhong Jiu raised his palm and waved it, and golden light burst forth, as the City God's Seal crashed down with earth-shattering power!

The Asura experts were all annihilated before they could even scream, except for one top expert who was deliberately spared.

Looking at the mangled corpses scattered on the ground and the hundreds of Asura clan members who were terrified and incapacitated, Zhong Jiu's tone was as cold as ice: "Do you still remember your oath?"

The surviving strongman looked at the tragic state of his clansmen, his heart breaking. Looking at Zhong Jiu, his eyes were filled with nothing but deep-seated awe.

The Asura race, who have always been known for their fighting spirit and unruly nature, have finally bowed down and submitted to the heavens.

"Remember! From this day forward, our race submits to the Underworld and comes under its jurisdiction. In the cycle of reincarnation, there will surely be a path for us, the Asuras!"

The remaining Asura warriors knelt down, kowtowing deeply, completely convinced of their superiority.

Zhong Jiu glanced at the remaining clansmen and didn't bother to say anything more.

The group understood, helped each other to their feet, and staggered back to the sea of ​​blood in a sorry state.

They arrived with a million-strong army, their momentum overwhelming; they returned as defeated soldiers, their courage utterly shattered.

Zhong Jiu's goal was never to exterminate them. Letting them return to the sea of ​​blood in fear, thus intimidating the entire clan, was far more powerful than slaughter.

After dealing with the Asura clan, Zhong Jiu withdrew his Dharma form, restored his true form, and instantly returned to the City God's Mansion.

Those cultivators who dare to offend the City God's Mansion will have their souls locked up without trial and thrown into the prison. They will be sent to the Avici Hell to suffer for eternity when the underworld is fully established and hell is revealed.

"My lord, General Bai Qi has sent a messenger to request an audience."

A messenger hurriedly entered to report.

"Let him in."

Zhong Jiu sat upright in the main seat, his expression unchanged, his gaze indifferently fixed on the doorway.

The messenger knelt on the ground and reported loudly, "My lord! General Bai Qi has annihilated the invading Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom. Only the Green Ghost King escaped alone; the rest of the ghost clan have been wiped out!"

Exterminate them all!

Zhong Jiu nodded slightly, not at all surprised. Bai Qi was ruthless and unparalleled. Slaughtering millions and killing one person were just different numbers to him. He never took prisoners.

"Understood. Pass on my order to have Bai Qi return to camp to rest."

The messenger respectfully acknowledged the order and bowed as he withdrew.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Yin-Yang Division official entered again: "Master, the Great Ape King has already departed."

"They've left?"

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

The battle had just ended, and the Great Ape King had been greatly exhausted in the battle. He had originally planned to help him recover quickly, so why was he in such a hurry?

"Your Excellency, the Great Ape King intended to stay a few more days, but suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he said something was wrong. When I pressed him for the reason, he only said that something had happened on Thousand Fruit Island, and before he could say more, he hurriedly fled."

Zhong Jiu's heart stirred. The Great Ape King was a True Immortal-level expert. He must have left a way for his clansmen to communicate when he went out. Unless it was a life-or-death crisis, his clansmen would never send a message easily.

He felt a vague unease in his heart. Given his status as the Great Ape King, such a premonition was not unfounded.