t's entire demeanor became imposing.The gloomy atmosphere vanished, and a smile lit up her face: "Please, the three of you, ascend to the altar."Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to...In that vast historical river, there was once an era of great prosperity in Shintoism.

At that time, all thoughts were manifested. Practitioners created myths, and myths often reflected into reality.

The deities of Mao are everywhere, and ghosts roam freely.

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Day and night are reversed, heaven and earth are confused.

That was a colorful era, but also a confusing and bewildering one.

Many rules are broken, and people follow a logic of life completely different from the present world.

To this day, although that era has come to an end, many myths have been passed down by word of mouth.

Of course, myths are myths precisely because they are passed down orally rather than recorded in official historical texts. They cannot be equated with reality.

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For example, there has never been such a thing as hell, and reincarnation is not as simple as it is described in mythology.

Of course, there is indeed a netherworld, but the netherworld is merely a passageway in the cycle of reincarnation.

All talk about six realms of reincarnation, being reborn as an ox or a horse, and this life being too hard so one will be a tree in the next, are all just delusions from the Shinto era, which ultimately never became reality.

The higher one's cultivation, the deeper their understanding —

Death is death, death is the most thorough thing in this world.

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After a soul enters the netherworld, its final outcome is to return to nothingness. There's no such thing as Yama, judges of the underworld, or rewards and punishments for good and evil. These are all tools used by practitioners of Shinto, much like puppets manipulated by mortal cultivators. There's no real difference between them.

All resurrection methods in the current world are based on retrieving the soul, reviving the body, and compensating for lifespan.

Before the arrival of the divine, Jiang Wang had been unaware. But afterwards, he acquired relevant knowledge. Particularly within the Jixia Academy, his understanding was greatly enhanced.

In this boundless expanse of time and space, the true place of reincarnation is called "Source Sea."

Located at the bottom of the abyss, at the very depths.

It is a place deeper than even the Naihe Bridge and Wangchuan River.

All souls who fall into the underworld cannot resist the allure of the Origin Sea.

It's not just human souls, but everything in the world. It will all be shattered into the smallest parts here, and then reshaped. This smallest thing, indescribable, is called "one."

Taoism says, "One gives rise to two, two gives rise to three, and three gives rise to ten thousand things." This is where it all comes from.

The soul falls into the source sea, crushed into one and then reshaped. A brand new soul is born into the world and grows up. This is reincarnation.

Like water in a river, transforming into rain in the sky. But this drop of water, is not that drop of rain.

The past is usually already in the past.

Of course, there are also some special cases.

For example, the Taimiao Temple of National Sovereignties sacrifices based on a country's power. This allows for the preservation and even retrieval of residual souls within the Ocean of Origin... but it requires an incredibly terrifying price.

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For example, Elder Lu Yan of the Bai Gu Dao, after his wife died, her soul did not enter the Source Sea, thus retaining the possibility of resurrection. However, he also didn't know where his deceased wife's soul had gone, nor did he know why it was retained, which is why she was controlled by the White Bone Venerable God for a long time. Just like when Jiang Mengxiong suppressed the inter-realm passage, preventing souls from entering the Netherworld, thus retaining the possibility of resurrection on the spot.

For example, when the old master of Dinghailou, Gu Huixin, set up a dharma altar at Tianya Terrace to retain Qi Shaocheng's soul and shield it from the Netherworld's allure while nurturing his physical body. However, Jiang Wang accomplished the near-complete annihilation process of Yuanhai within just a few days and nights, aided by the chaotic wind storm.

Only under extremely harsh conditions might reincarnation occasionally occur.

For example, the former Cloud-Traveling Elder never entered the Source Sea due to the special karmic relationship with YunDing Immortal Palace. But he had never truly experienced a new life. Now, Baiyun Child is a different kind of reconstruction. He is no longer the same entity as the Cloud-Traveling Elder.

Cultivation is inherently a process of fighting against heaven and fate. Throughout the ages, countless prodigies have sought ways to resist death. Their "deception," "avoidance," and "resistance" to the Source Sea repeatedly occur.

Even the once-venerable Shintoism can be said to have been born from this process. As people struggled against the ultimate death, they discovered new powers and subsequently called themselves gods and spirits.

But the final disappearance of Shintoism is not necessarily against the cycle of heaven.

In those fragmented myths and legends, King Biancheng is the sixth Yanluo, who governs the hell of wrongful death. The wrongfully dead in the world will enter this hell.

At this moment, Jiang Wang wore such a mask of Yan Luo, dressed in a black martial uniform, standing on the precipice where the wind was as sharp as a blade.

I wonder if such a Bian Cheng Wang could avenge the many talented scholars from You Guo who died unjustly within the giant turtle's belly all those years ago

Nearby, stood Yin Guan.

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A little further on, under a pine tree, sat the coroner Wang—the same one I had seen before. Just from his breathing, I could tell it was him.

I don't know if he'll recognize me. Jiang Wang deliberately changed his voice and also restrained his aura with the Calamity Seal.

The envoy's party continued on their journey to the neighboring country. Wuhou, the Marquis who was sent as an emissary to the pastoral country, remained in his carriage practicing meditation behind closed doors. Whether he was present or absent, outsiders couldn't tell; Qiao Lin only needed to cooperate well.

Jiang Wang and Qiao Lin exchanged a few words before Jiang Wang left alone to meet Yin Guan. They then saw the coroner, Wang. It seemed that Yin Guan brought this man with him wherever he went, perhaps more trusted than the other Yama Lords...

But it doesn't really matter.

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Jiang Wang wasn't curious nor did he care much about these Yama kings.

However, the official Wang seemed to intentionally or unintentionally size up the reinforcements Qin Guangwang had recently recruited for a while. He gave them quite a few scrutinizing glances, but ultimately he didn't say much of anything.

Speaking of the mask of King Biancheng, Jiang Wang had another level of understanding based on its previous owner, Bi Yuanjie, the prison guard of Qiuhāi Prison.

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Perhaps the one before last

In that dim and heavy prison in Diaohai Tower, the jailer was also a prisoner, repeating a hopeless life day after day.

It was precisely because Zhú Bì Qióng had suffered so much in that environment that Jiāng Wàng felt a constant pang of guilt towards her.

Bi Yuanjie escaped from the almost inescapable prison of Qiuhai, joined the Hell's Gate, and finally died on his way to flee overseas. Ironically, it seemed that he truly lived up to the words "death in vain."

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“This name... isn't very auspicious.” Jiang Wang sighed.

His voice was cold and ruthless now, the voice of a man in his forties.

The sound, based on the Xiandian of Sound Transmission, is flawless.

“Why is it unlucky” Yin Guandao, who was also waiting, said: “The ‘bian’ character has a little more than the city below. Isn’t this just proving that you want to break through the city of heaven It's too lucky, almost as if destiny is on your side.”

This is a test.

Jiang Wang turned her head to look at him.

I wonder if King Qin Guang, who entered the Dao through sorcery, would be truly auspicious when he speaks of good fortune.

"Yin Guan shrugged. "Don't misunderstand me, it wasn't reserved specifically for you. I would have given you a judge's mask or something similar anyway. But coincidentally, the new King of Bian City just died. What do you think, isn't that ironic"

That sounds even more ominous...

"Temporary." Jiang Wang emphasized. "I'm only wearing it temporarily."

“Rest assured.” Yin Guan smiled and said, “There is no gate to hell, money is exchanged for goods, fair dealing with everyone, never forcing anything.”

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The entire underworld had no entrance, everyone hid their identities and whereabouts. Only he swaggered and paraded in front of people, he was the banner of the gate to hell, and he almost became a concrete symbol of the killer world.

"Everyone is here."

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Under the tree, Wang, the coroner's official voice was hoarse, but his ten fingers moved together smoothly and swiftly. After quickly making a series of gestures, he clasped his hands in front of him, then slowly pulled them apart.

A silvery light curtain stretched between his palms, like a massive mirror divided into ten neat squares. Within each square, a figure in a mask appeared.

Even Yin Guan wore a mask of the King Yama at his waist.

Ten Kings of Hell, including Qin Guang Wang, Chu Jiang Wang, Song Di Wang, Wu Guan Wang, Yan Luo Wang, Bian Cheng Wang, Tai Shan Wang, Du Shi Wang, Ping Deng Wang, and Zhuan Lun Wang, are all gathered!

Jiang Wang silently sized up the "teammates" for this upcoming operation. He stood with his arms crossed, a cold and aloof demeanor, saying nothing.

The light curtain cast by Wùguāng Wang was an unknown secret art. Besides displaying sounds and images, it also revealed everyone's breath.

Of all these people, Jiang Wang's most vivid memory was of Chu Jiangwang. Back when he was being hunted by Hai Zongming, he had spent a fortune to hire assassins from Diecui Wumen, and it was this man who appeared then.

Although it never revealed itself, the chilling sensation left a lasting impression.

Today's encounter, the person vaguely showed signs of a golden body and jade marrow, stepping into the realm of divine presence. Indeed, as the second-ranked Yama among the Ten Halls, and still alive to this day.

> After that, there were the Reincarnation King and Mount Tai King whom he had encountered during his pursuit of Yang Xuance. Back then, Jiang Wang was mentally prepared to take them both down with a single strike. But today, seeing them again, he couldn't help but wonder if they were still the same people as before.

After all, these Yama Kings of Hell have such frequent turnover.

"Everyone's mission is clear, what each person's goal is, and how far we need to go, it's all written in the letter." Yin Guanli stood at the edge of the cliff, his voice soft. "Old rules, we set off individually, meet back at You Guo in five days... Any questions now"

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There was no sound.

His gaze swept the room. "Then let's begin."

The silvery light curtain dimmed, grid by grid, until it vanished.

Yin Guan possesses an innate air of elegance and refinement. At first glance, he appears more like a recluse who has detached himself from the world.

Only when one sees him, so utterly obedient and controlled, does it strike them that he is the leader of the most notorious assassin organization in Eastern Lands today.

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To bring a group of reckless criminals under control and make them obedient is not solely achievable through force.

Under the shade of a towering pine, Wang, the coroner, clasped his hands together, retracting the silver-white light curtain. However, he did not rise immediately.

Instead, he spoke in a harsh tone, saying: "Leader, besides the share of good things that should belong to us in Youguo Imperial Palace, I also want Zheng Chaoyang's corpse."

Yin Guan turned his eyes to him: "Zheng Chaoyang's physique is naturally strong, he's good material for martial cultivation. For the sake of the country, he cultivates the way of soldiers. Last year, he just entered the realm of Shen Lin... You have a good eye."

"Hmph, hmph, hmph," said Chief Investigator Wang. "Leader, you know how it is. Corpses... they decompose easily. After a battle, we need replacements."

"No problem," Yin Guan said calmly. "But this time, you'll have to bring your spirit possession out. Hell Without a Gate is fair, with extra contributions comes extra rewards."

The coroner's pupils suddenly contracted.

He, who had never known fear, felt a chill in his heart.

His supernatural power, known as borrowing a corpse, was sinister and eerie. He could borrow the strength of a deceased person, including but not limited to using someone else's body to mend his own missing limbs, and even... he could use the bodies of powerful individuals to achieve a breakthrough in his cultivation.

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Don't let his current display of power at the peak of the outer building fool you. When he truly exerts himself, in a life-or-death struggle, he is not inferior to King Jiang. Throughout the entire hell, the only one who makes him wary is Yin Guan.

And the fact that he possessed a complete physical body of a divine cultivator was his absolute secret! How did Yin Guan know When did Yin Guan find out

What else does Yin Guan know

"Heh heh, heh heh," the coroner Wang laughed a few times, and then said, "Good."

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Yin Guan had no intention of making a fuss.

"Time is short, let's hurry."

With a flick of his robe sleeve, he leaped down from the precipice first.

Jiang Wang closely followed behind.

After him came Officer Wang, he sat on the ground, like a puppet with all its limbs dislocated, getting up in an awkward and shaky manner. Then, suddenly, he tensed up like an arrow leaving the bow!

There are only two cities in Yuanguo: the Upper City and the Lower City.

There is only one Upper City, built on the back of a giant turtle.

There are a total of thirty-nine cities in Xiacheng. The names are simply from City One to City Thirty-Nine.

Just as Yin Guan once said, people wouldn't name chicken coops or pigpens. They would simply number them for easy management.

All the officials, nobles, wealthy merchants, and respected monks in Youguo live in Shangcheng.

For the governance of the Lower City, it is carried out through the various auxiliary government families.

For example, the Su family who now resides in Shangcheng was once the Zhaozheng family of Youguo's 27th city.

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In a world of extraordinary power, the lower city had no chance of rebelling against the upper city.

“The State Preceptor of Youguo has exhausted his mind and energy for the country. He serves the nation with dedication. The court of Youguo cares for its people, actively cultivating talents and daring to appoint young people as city lords of major cities. The annual official assessment is public and fair. The worst and most uncaring ruler will be exposed and dealt with by the Great Guardian Beast personally. The remaining city lords, selecting the best among them, are granted access to the Upper City. They will diligently cultivate themselves, striving for transcendence,”

To defend against foreign aggression and protect us common people. The entire nation is thriving, getting better every day, and the people are filled with hope."

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The teacher in the neighboring public school sighed with satisfaction: "We live in such a wonderful country!"

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The crisp children's voices chorused, "Isn't this delightful!"

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Back to a familiar place.

Jiang Wang, who was already sitting in a certain restaurant in the twenty-seventh city of Youguo's lower town, heard all sorts of voices and found it hard to describe his mood.

Today's 27th city boasts clean streets and towering buildings. People on the street chat and laugh merrily, it's clear that their lives have greatly improved in recent years.

Jiang Wang still remembers the white-haired young man who once traveled here, remembering the confusion, bewilderment, and pain he saw in this city.

And now, in just a few years, it has become "extremely enjoyable".

Then why have they come now

Jiang Wang understood in his heart that this was probably Zhao Cang's defense.

To deal with that prodigious fish that had slipped through the net, he chose to build a high wall with the hearts of the people.

He wanted to erase Yin Guan's sense of justice in seeking revenge, making all his efforts over the years walking a tightrope between life and death meaningless.

You say you are revenge, but you are actually destruction.

You say you want to save this country, this country is thriving, the people are content, and they don't need your saving!

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