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

The Elf Cult and the Western Myriad Paths Cult are no pushovers either; each is ambitious and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The Elf Cult is determined to lead all living things to rise up, compete for the position of protagonist of heaven and earth, and contend with other cults, unwilling to be subordinate to others; the Myriad Paths Cult is even more ambitious. The True Lord of the Azure Path suffered humiliation in the East in his early years and hates the Eastern cultivation world to the bone, and has been targeting it in secret for a long time.

Today, the East and the West are already in a state of confrontation and tension is high. As long as the three religions start a war, the Elf Cult and the Myriad Paths Cult will definitely take advantage of the situation and seize more benefits.

Zhong Jiu took another swig of wine, his eyes clear and calm, filled with a sense of having seen through everything. This was the future trend of the world, and all living beings were involved in the game, but he, an outsider, could see it all clearly.

"Let's fight. From the days when there were many sects, to the present day when there are five religions standing side by side, this world has always progressed through struggle."

"Perhaps, the next advancement of the world will be initiated by this war between the five religions."

"As long as you don't break the rules I set, don't recklessly disrupt the order of heaven and earth, and don't harm the innocent, I will let you fight it out and see who has the last laugh."

Zhong Jiu spoke calmly, his tone full of detachment and control.

The development of the world is never static. Throughout history, every emerging power, after reaching its peak, will inevitably decline rapidly and perish. Then, a more powerful and advanced power will rise, repeating this cyclical path.

"Sister, you must be teaching well."

Chung Kau temporarily set aside the disputes among the five religions and his thoughts drifted to his own family affairs. Suddenly, he remembered that when he used the Haotian Mirror to observe Chung Ying-mei, there was a familiar symbol on her Taoist robe. He hadn't paid attention to it at the time, but now he realized that it was the symbol of the Benevolent Religion.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yingmei also joined the Five Religions.

Zhong Jiu couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. The destruction of the Yanhuang Kingdom must have been a significant blow to Zhong Yingmei.

This girl used to work in the Special Operations Department. Even after becoming a cultivator, while others left to pursue freedom and power, she never betrayed her original aspirations and always stuck to her post to protect the people of her community.

She never said it outright, but Zhong Jiu knew that she had a grand ideal in her heart, wanting to do something practical for the people and protect their peace with her own strength.

Unfortunately, the tide had turned and the forces she had fought and defended her throughout her life were ultimately destroyed, leaving only a sigh of regret.

"This girl hasn't changed at all."

Zhong Jiu murmured, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Of the five religions, only the Good Religion truly educates and improves the human race, and even if it is suspected of stealing resources, it does indeed do things that benefit people.

Given Chung Ying-mei's personality, it was only natural for her to join the Good Church.

Her strength is now vastly different from what it used to be; she is no longer the naive little girl she once was. Within the Good Teachings, her status is certainly not low.

As Chung Kau pondered family matters and the state of the world, he found himself standing on a boundless sea of ​​blood.

Looking up, the sky was a sea of ​​blood, with waves surging endlessly.

He stepped into the sea of ​​blood, where countless Asuras frolicked and thrashed about, yet they didn't even notice the hem of his robe.

Zhong Jiu strolled leisurely, each step covering several miles. Even when he brushed past the Asura clan, the clansmen were completely oblivious, as if they were blind.

This is absolute overwhelming power. I'm standing right in front of you, yet you can't even sense my presence.

In a short while, he arrived at the place indicated by the Haotian Mirror. Sure enough, there was a high platform in front of him, and the monk Fuzhu was sitting on the platform.

At this moment, he was dressed in a wide robe, carrying a wine gourd in his arms. He walked up to the high platform with slightly unsteady steps, sat down with a thud, and exuded an aura of dignified authority.

"Ha, who is below me!"

He slammed his gavel, his voice muffled yet carrying an undeniable authority, and pointed directly at the audience below.

Immediately, several Asura guards with chains around their waists dragged several of their kin forward.

"Greetings, Your Honor!"

The offending Asuras first bowed loudly, then immediately cried out their innocence, "My lord, we are innocent! No matter how despicable we are, we would never harm our own kind! What happened yesterday was absolutely not our doing!"

The group burst into tears, looking as if they had suffered a great injustice, which at first glance seemed quite convincing.

Zhong Jiu's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and a smile of interest appeared on his lips. This was indeed strange.

In my memory, when the Asura race was first born, they were unruly, disrespectful of heaven and earth, and would challenge anyone they encountered to a fight to the death.

At that time, they were like blank sheets of paper, possessing no other qualities besides belligerence.

But now, they have come alive.

Kneeling before the judge shows reverence; bowing before pleading for justice shows good manners; and putting on a show while weeping shows cunning.

When did the Asura race become like this?

Upon closer inspection, Zhong Jiu realized that not all Asuras were like this; the vast majority still retained their stubbornness from back then.

However, the human world is a great melting pot. As the Asura race has more and more contact with the outside world, more and more of the race members have become complicated. Evil habits such as infighting, killing, treasure grabbing, and fighting for cultivation partners have gradually grown in the sea of ​​blood.

Zhong Jiu casually found an Asura, and with a thought, he read the other's memories, which were exactly as he had guessed.

As expected, the Asura race has been corrupted by human nature, their thoughts have become increasingly complicated, and the chaos within the race is difficult to control.

The Asura race is different from the human race. Humans are educated and taught etiquette from childhood, and even if they turn evil, they still have a bottom line. But the Asura race is originally a blank sheet of paper. Once they are stained black, they become disorderly and unrestrained.

The root of this matter is actually related to Chung Kau.

In the battle of Xingsha, the Underworld almost slaughtered all the Asura warriors. Only a few hundred managed to escape back to the Sea of ​​Blood, and what they brought back was a deep-seated fear.

From that time on, they developed a sense of "reverence" in their hearts, and their minds were no longer pure, which is why they were so easily assimilated by the outside world.

The internal strife within the Asura race was little known, yet it had already diminished the race's former glory. It was at this time that the monk who had been executed arrived.

He was brave and skilled in battle, and hated evil as if it were his enemy. He took action to control the chaos and bloodshed he witnessed.

He didn't just use killing; he first subdued his opponents, then reasoned with them, making the evildoers feel ashamed and embarrassed.

He exuded an innate authority when he questioned people. Many offenders were initially defiant, but after being enlightened by his words, they all burst into tears and were filled with remorse.

The Asura clan chief was overjoyed and immediately stepped forward to persuade him to stay, asking him to become the Blood Sea Judge, in charge of the clan's laws.

It is unknown what the monk Fuzhu was thinking, but he readily agreed, and he sat in the position of judge for three hundred and eighty years.

Over the course of 380 years, his cultivation steadily improved to the peak of True Immortal, and his majesty grew day by day. Even when he was holding a gourd in one hand and a goose leg in the other, his every move was full of solemn and righteous energy.

Many criminals, upon seeing him, would become timid and fearful even before being interrogated, lacking the courage to even look him in the eye.

It was because of this Blood Sea Judge that the Asura race gradually became educated and understood the principles, and the monk who was executed also gained unparalleled prestige in the Blood Sea.

At that moment, two dark beams of light suddenly shot out from his eyes, sweeping over the offenders. This was his self-developed discerning eye, able to distinguish the true from the false at a glance.

With a sweep of dark light, the monk Fuzhu flew into a rage: "Insolence! You dare to deceive me, the judge? Guards, drag him away and give him two hundred lashes!"

The guards on the left and right immediately stepped forward and dragged the men away without any hesitation.

The cracking sounds echoed across the platform. Each time the specially made sledgehammer fell, it was accompanied by heart-wrenching screams. After two hundred blows, the Asuras were already limp on the ground, too weak to even get up.

When the monk who had been executed questioned them again, the group no longer dared to conceal anything and honestly confessed the truth about their evil deeds.

Sure enough, the evil deeds of yesterday were indeed committed by them.

"Take him away and deal with him according to clan rules!"

The monk Fuzhu waved his hand, and immediately guards stepped forward and dragged the people away.

"Your Honor is wise!"

The Asuras below the stage bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with reverence.

The monk Fuzhu grinned, picked up his wine gourd, and staggered down from the platform.

"No wonder the system said he was the perfect candidate to be the judge who punishes evil. I had my doubts at first, but now it seems that he has not wasted these seven hundred years and has grown to this level."

Zhong Jiu followed silently behind, his thoughts churning.

When I first met the monk who had been executed, he was filled with murderous intent and grief. He even wrote a poem about killing someone. At that time, I knew that he hated evil and was a righteous man.

Now, he has already shown the demeanor of a judge, refining the righteous path in his heart into laws and regulations, which have been practiced on the Blood Sea Platform for 350 years and are now mature and complete.

"Isn't this the judge I've been looking for who will punish evil?"

Zhong Jiu was secretly delighted.

Legend has it that Zhong Kui, the judge who punishes evil, sits in the Department of Punishment. Souls pass through the Mirror of Retribution to distinguish between good and evil, and the wicked are dealt with by him and sent to hell.

This monk who was executed was born with the talent of a judge, and he had developed a divine eye to distinguish good from evil on his own. He could clearly judge right and wrong without the need for the Mirror of Retribution.

Thinking of this, Zhong Jiu moved and appeared out of thin air, smiling faintly as he spoke: "Monk, do you still remember your old friend?"

The drunkenness in the monk's eyes vanished instantly, and he was startled to find that someone had been able to approach him silently!

If the other party had harbored malicious intent, he would already be beheaded by now!