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

Chung Kau was already waiting there, and everything was arranged.

Zhong Jiu loudly proclaimed the imperial decree: "Effective immediately, Bai Qi is hereby appointed as the Demon-Subduing Divine General, a fourth-rank official, commanding five million Yin soldiers to pacify the underworld!"

Military and civilian positions in the underworld are different and are set according to the needs of war. Zhong Jiu is currently a judge of the third rank, and the highest authority he can attain is the fourth rank. This title is already the highest possible!

Demon Slayer! As the name suggests, it is a title that commands all demons under heaven and makes all evil bow down. In the underworld, such a title is also a top-tier one!

The words "slay demons" clearly demonstrate that Bai Qi is not a general who only guards the status quo, but a vanguard who will lead troops to conquer evil and subdue the wicked!

Bai Qi understood immediately, lowered his body, knelt on one knee, and said in a booming voice, "Yes, sir!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the underworld's fortune surged, and a dazzling golden light crashed down, pouring directly into Bai Qi's body!

His aura surged like thunder, and his dark heavy armor instantly covered him, gleaming with a chilling light; a black ghost head seal slowly floated in front of him, its patterns flowing with overwhelming murderous aura.

From this moment on, Bai Qi, the god of the underworld, returns to his position!

Bai Qi dared not delay and immediately set up camp outside Fengdu, training his ghost soldiers day and night, creating a formidable force.

At the same time, he sent out a large number of spies to investigate the Yinshan Mountains from all angles. Given his personality, he either doesn't do anything at all, or he makes thorough preparations. He is determined to take Yinshan Mountains, his first target!

On the other side, Chung Kau picked up his pen and wrote a document, ordering the messenger to deliver it to the Black Mountain Ghost Mother immediately.

Upon receiving the order, the Black Mountain Demon Mother embarked on a journey through the Yellow Springs, past the Helpless River, and into Fengdu. The magnificent sights of the underworld along the way trembled her heart and filled her with excitement. The legendary underworld truly existed!

The judge summoned her; could it be that there's finally some news about the person she's been waiting for?

At this moment, she was already overwhelmed by the majestic aura of the underworld, and knelt obediently on the ground, not daring to even raise her head.

Zhong Jiu sat high in the main seat, his face hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his features. Only his voice was as majestic as a prison, devoid of any emotion: "What you asked for is beyond my control. You people are most likely already dead."

Black Mountain Demon Mother's heart sank to the bottom, but the next second, Zhong Jiu's voice rang out again: "But nothing in this world is absolute. In this world, there may be a leaf that is the same as another, and a flower that is the same as another. Woman below, I hereby give you a choice."

Zhong Jiu's decision was not made on a whim. He had thought about it for a long time. He was unwilling to give this woman empty hope, which was so faint as to be almost zero. But then he thought that it would be better to let her make her own choice, so that at least she would have something to look forward to.

"May I ask, sir, what is your choice?"

Black Mountain Demon Mother's voice trembled. She had long been prepared for despair, but when she suddenly heard that there was still a chance, a spark ignited in her eyes. It was a lifeline that a drowning person would desperately grasp at!

Zhong Jiu lowered his gaze slightly, a hint of pity in his eyes, and slowly said, "On the Bridge of Helplessness, there is still a lack of a Meng Po. Your destiny is somewhat compatible with the position of Meng Po. If you are willing, this judge will appoint you to take on the role of Meng Po."

"Meng Po guards the Bridge of Helplessness, and all the wandering souls pass before your eyes. If your brother's soul passes by here, you will surely recognize him. But you must think carefully, this wait may be a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even never return; once you take up this post, there will be no day of escape. You will lose your unparalleled beauty, lose your freedom, and spend your life guarding the Bridge of Helplessness, serving Meng Po's soup to every departed soul."

Zhong Jiu's voice grew increasingly heavy: "Lady below, have you thought it through? There's almost no hope in this matter. It's not too late to give up now."

The Black Mountain Demon Mother smiled bitterly, but there was no hesitation in her eyes. She slowly kowtowed and said, "I am willing."

Chung Kau was silent for a moment, then advised, "You don't need to make such a hasty decision."

"The greatest suffering in the world is the incurable despair."

The Black Mountain Demon Mother shook her head, her voice firm, "Standing guarding the Bridge of Helplessness offers a glimmer of hope, which is better than living a muddled and hopeless life in the mortal world. My lord, my mind is made up."

After saying this, she kowtowed again to thank Zhong Jiu for the hope he had given her.

Zhong Jiu gave her a deep look and sighed, "Very well, then you shall be Meng Po."

With a wave of her hand, the underworld's fortune surged once more, and a golden light poured into the Black Mountain Ghost Mother's body. Her aura changed drastically, and she officially became the Underworld God.

Its Xuan Yin Body, aided by the power of the Yin State, grows increasingly powerful, and its speed of absorbing Yin energy increases dramatically. If it were to cultivate here for thousands or tens of thousands of years, it would surely become a giant in the region.

The Black Mountain Demon Mother paid no heed, muttering to herself, "This beautiful face cannot bring my brother back, nor can it ease my sorrow. What use is it to me?"

She closed her eyes, and her aura changed drastically: her tall and graceful body suddenly became bloated and hunched, her smooth skin quickly lost its luster, wrinkles spread like ravines, and her once black hair turned white.

In the blink of an eye, the peerless beauty transformed into a withered old woman, who looked exactly like Meng Po.

With everyone in the underworld fulfilling their duties and everything in place, things were finally on track in the mortal realm as well.

One-tenth of the souls sleeping within the Soul-Slaying Banner were awakened; their memories were still frozen at the last moment of their deaths.

"Wasn't I dead? How did I get here?"

"Xiangxiang! Mommy wants to see you!"

"Oh my god, I've turned into a ghost!"

Exclamations and cries rose and fell, and the newly awakened spirits were in complete chaos.

Over the past ten years, this Soul-Slaying Banner has attracted countless wandering souls. Zhong Jiu only dared to awaken one-tenth of them first, but even so, as far as the eye could see, they were still densely packed and endless, and the noise almost shook the heavens.

"So noisy!"

A furious roar exploded like thunder, making the eardrums of all the ghosts buzz.

A dark-faced underworld official, dressed in a dark green official robe, with a fierce and malevolent expression like a demon, stood before the formation, holding an iron ruler and wearing black boots, his eyes wide with anger.

The ghosts looked up and were immediately chilled. The ghost messengers looked fierce and had a terrifying aura. Looking around, they saw that there were tens of thousands of ghost messengers, all with solemn expressions and a murderous aura.

"They're underworld messengers! Underworld messengers!"

"I encountered underworld officials right after I died?"

"Are we being taken to the underworld?"

The crowd instantly descended into greater chaos, the fear of death and the unease about the unknown intertwined, causing them to completely lose their composure.

If it were just one person, they would have been terrified and dared not utter a sound. But now that there were many of them, they were given a false sense of confidence and became even noisier.

The green-robed underworld official snorted coldly, pointed his iron ruler forward, and roared, "Shut up, all of you! Look at where you're standing!"

The ghosts hurriedly looked up, but after just one glance, they froze on the spot. Some were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, their voices trembling: "Ghost...Gate of Hell!"

That's right, they were standing right in front of the legendary Gates of Hell!

The majestic pass stands tall and imposing, with hundreds of demon statues in front of it, their eyes glowing green and their mouths grinning menacingly, exuding a sinister aura. Behind the pass, thick fog surges and plunges into the abyss, with only a narrow path that can only allow four people to walk side by side leading into endless darkness.

"How dare you be so presumptuous even at the gates of hell?"

The green-robed underworld official's face grew increasingly ferocious. He swung his iron ruler, which, though not touching anything, produced a sharp, piercing sound in the air, chilling the very souls to the bone and silencing them in fear.

No one knows why the underworld officials are all so fierce and menacing. It's not that they are inherently like that, but rather that these spirits have just died, and their resentment and unruliness have not yet dissipated. Only such a fierce appearance can subdue them!

Just then, a childish voice rang out, trembling with tears: "Uncle Underworld Messenger, am I... am I really dead? I miss my mom..."

The green-robed grim reaper's tone remained icy, devoid of any pity: "Those standing here are all dead. Beyond the Gates of Hell lies the Road to the Underworld. I advise you to behave yourselves, otherwise, you'll suffer greatly along the way, and you might even ruin your chances of reincarnation in the next life due to your reckless behavior!"

These words were like a thunderclap, waking up the chaotic spirits. It turned out that people really could be reincarnated after death!

The regrets of this life may be made up for in the next. Thinking this way, many people's fears dissipated and they felt a little more at ease.

Most people were already used to a life of following the rules, and now, intimidated by the fierce underworld officials, they dared not act recklessly. They lined up in long queues and waited obediently to move forward.

Only a few unruly troublemakers attempted to rebel, but the underworld officials stepped forward without a word and gave them a good beating, beating them until their souls were scattered and they cried for their parents. In the blink of an eye, they became obedient.

Fifty thousand souls stood guard every few dozen steps, forming a formidable defensive line. The souls entered the Gates of Hell in order.