After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

As the words "judgment seat" were written, the black and gold patterns in the Unified Army Register tightened in unison.

The pale face of Lieshan, split open from the middle, remained above the sea of ​​blood.

The divine messenger, through the aura of rules he cast, was bound by layers of the "evidence collection" mark.

The black-gold eye slits that had been scattered into the military register of the Three Domains were also dragged out and completely returned to the body of the Mountain Rift.

The Twelve Cities of Blood Sea have regained their original colors.

Countless soldiers raised their heads to look at the body that had been stretched beyond human form by the Emperor's bones.

The oppressive force pressing down on the meridians and primordial spirit gradually dissipated, but no one put away their weapons.

How could an existence capable of breaking through the barriers of the demon realm willingly sit on the judgment seat set up by a Nascent Soul cultivator?

The divine messenger spoke through the throat of the mountain-splitting mountain, and his voice traveled beyond the main hall of the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace, reaching all twelve cities of the Blood Sea.

"You judge me using the remnants of the Imperial Court's laws, but you've forgotten that this is the Demon Realm."

"There is no imperial court in this world, nor are there complete laws governing judgment."

"The testimony you have only proves that the rules are transmitted through the mountain and cannot be applied to me."

The imperial bone in Lieshan's chest suddenly shattered.

The black and gold light rolled inward.

The "evidence collection" mark in the unified military register is attached to one of the rules.

The divine messenger did not fight over it; he simply raised his hand and severed the imperial bone along with the descending will.

"Since you enjoy checking accounts, first find out who opened this door."

As the soul-stirring sound faded, the spatial rift above the sea of ​​blood rapidly closed.

A thumb-sized black and gold brand fell off the military register and was nailed into the long table.

The traces of the divine messenger's delivery are still visible in this place.

The path leading from the Nine Nether Well to the Sea of ​​Blood has been destroyed by the broken pieces of the Emperor's Bone.

If he wants to enter the sixth heaven again, he will have to find another vessel.

Mingcang stared at the brand on the table, his brows furrowing lower and lower.

This object can prove that cross-dimensional teleportation is indeed possible, but it cannot lock onto the divine messenger's true form.

All the crimes that could be investigated still fell on Lieshan.

Lieshan knelt in the center of the altar, his head bowed.

Bloodlust gripped his spear tightly, about to step forward, when Rift Mountain's palm had already plunged into the River of Blood and Bones.

The river receded to both sides.

A pool of blood, occupying half of the riverbed, rises from the riverbed.

The imperial bone altar was not visible in the pool; only rows of black stone pillars remained.

Each stone pillar was covered with blood oaths, the oath patterns overlapping to form a large array covering the riverbed.

One hundred thousand blood slaves were locked beneath the blood pool.

Fifty thousand missing former soldiers were still trapped in the outer perimeter of the formation.

Some of them were only half a body, some were mentally broken, and they were still wearing the Blood Sea standard armor from three hundred years ago.

The bloodthirsty man gripped the gun with his five fingers, and the butt of the gun sliced ​​half an inch across the stone surface.

A tattered military flag stood at the very front of the blood pool.

Red Tide Camp.

According to military reports from three hundred years ago, this army fought to the point of total annihilation in order to stop the demonic tide in the northern region.

Bloodlust personally engraved their names on the Blood Sea Heroes Monument and also provided compensation to each of their bereaved families.

Now, the remaining blood of the 50,000 old soldiers is being drawn away by the formation and flowing into the altar at the foot of the crumbling mountain.

Lieshan raised his head.

After the divine messenger's will withdrew, he regained his original appearance.

His skin was so thin that you could almost see the bones underneath.

The Emperor Bone devoured most of his primordial spirit, yet his eyes remained fixed on Zhou Ran.

"Bloodlust, hand over Zhou Ran."

The splitting of the mountain triggered ten thousand blood pacts.

A series of screams echoed from below the River of Blood and Bones.

"The remnants of 50,000 old soldiers are now connected to me, and 100,000 blood slaves have been forced into the blood sacrifice array."

"Take one more step forward, and I will send them on their way."

The old generals who were preparing to besiege the altar all stopped.

They dared to fight to the death against the mountain, but they could not overcome the 50,000 comrades to storm the altar.

Chi Feng gripped the longsword that had severed the rebel flag, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

His father was a former soldier of the Red Tide Camp.

For three hundred years, the family has only received one empty bone jar.

Before she died, the mother kept asking where her husband was buried.

The person was finally found, but was locked in a pool of blood by Lieshan to block the bloodthirsty gun.

Chi Feng bound the soul's voice into a single line and sent it to the Bloodthirsty Army register.

"My lord, please agree to his request first."

"What Lieshan wants is the Emperor."

"First, break the blood pact, then this subordinate will escort the Emperor away."

"If Lieshan pursues, I will risk my life to stop him."

Bloodlust did not respond.

Her spear tip stopped three zhang in front of the altar.

Lieshan heard the voice transmission clearly and revealed his teeth stained with black and gold blood.

"Zhou Ran, you just said you could unify the military registers of the three regions."

"It seems that the people of Blood Sea would rather trade you for their comrades."

Inside the main hall of the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace, Qin San gripped the hilt of his sword.

Zhou Ran ignored Lie Shan and went straight to the last page of the Bone-Swallowing Army Register.

That page contained seven transaction records without the warehouse name being signed.

One of the transactions came from the Blood Sea, and the transaction took place in the Demon Palace West Warehouse.

The outer side of the delivered item was painted with blood-stained teeth patterns.

General Zhou Ran pushed the document towards Qin San.

"Go to Xiku."

"After Tun Gu died, seven unregistered bronze boxes were found in the underworld warehouse."

"Bring the one with the blood-fang pattern and open it in front of the Three Realms military register."

After reviewing the transaction records, Qin San turned and left the main hall.

Ming Cang looked at the Blood Sea Domain Lord's Seal in the Unified Army Register.

The blood-fang pattern is of the same origin as the fanged maw at the bottom of the Domain Lord's Seal.

He checked that box when he was taking inventory of Xiku.

There were no array patterns on the outside of the box, but the inside of the lid was sealed with the soul imprint of the person who swallowed bones, so he didn't dare to force it open.

A moment later, Qin San returned to the main hall carrying a bronze box that was half a person's height.

The blood-stained teeth pattern on the lid of the box has been dyed dark red by the source of the bone-swallowing essence.

Zhou Ran pressed the remaining essence blood from the swallowed bone onto the box lid.

The seal on the soul was broken on its own.

There were no magical artifacts or magic crystals inside, only stacks of ledgers bound with blood-stained skin.

Mingcang took out the top book, opened the first page, and held his palm above the paper.

"This is not a private treasury list."

"This is the accounting book for the division of accounts between Swallowing Bones and Splitting Mountains."

Each page of the ledger bears the seal of Lieshan and the original mark of Tun Gu.

Each time the profits are split, both people must leave their scent at the same time; the record cannot be altered if either party is missing.

The underworld opened the first account.

"Of the 100% of the compensation for those who died in the Blood Sea battle, 30% will be paid out, 40% will be transferred to the Rift Mountain private treasury, and the remaining 30% will go to the Devouring Bones."

His voice, transmitted through the unified military register, reached the ears of every soldier in the sea of ​​blood.

The ledger pages were turned one by one.

Over the past three hundred years, the Blood Sea has reported more than 210,000 deaths in battle.

In the end, only 30% of the compensation actually reaches the bereaved families.

There's another round of finishing off weakened enemies.

According to the old system of the Blood Sea, the remaining blood of fallen soldiers should be sent to the ancestral pool.

He cut off most of the mountain, refining part of it into blood pills and pouring the rest into his private blood pool in exchange for the right to use the domain protection array.

At the end of the ledger, all 50,000 old soldiers were marked as killed in action.

Their physical bodies were not returned to the sea of ​​blood, but the residual blood within them was settled every year.

The name of the Red Tide Camp is in the first column.

Chi Feng swayed the long sword in his hand left and right twice.

My father's pension back then was only 30% of what was recorded in the military register.

The family had to sell their ancestral home to buy medicine for healing injuries.

Even as she breathed her last, his mother forbade him to complain about the sea of ​​blood.