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

With this system in place, the efficiency of the Judges' Hall was immediately maximized, and the previous situation of one person making judgments while everyone else watched was no longer a problem.

Of course, Zhong Jiu also had a backup plan. All judgments had to be reported to him in the end. If he did well, he could be promoted; if he did poorly, he would be severely punished. There were countless empty halls in the underworld, so there were plenty of opportunities to compete for positions.

With a combination of kindness and severity, the underworld operates smoothly.

After a trial period, Zhong Jiu nodded to himself, the system's products were indeed reliable, and the professional quality of these officials was impeccable.

While in Fengdu, Zhong Jiu naturally wanted to explore the entire underworld, including the infamous Hell.

The once empty hell is now "bustling with activity," where countless villains are tortured. No matter how high their status or how tough they were in life, they all break down here.

The pain of the soul is a thousand times more intense than physical pain. Add to that the cruelest punishment in the world, and who can withstand it?

Even Feng Xuanzi, Zhi Hong and the others were disheveled and crying incessantly. When they saw Zhong Jiu, their eyes were full of regret. They wanted to beg for mercy, but the intense pain prevented them from saying a word.

Zhong Jiu glanced at it indifferently, uttered four words: "He deserves it." He turned and left, never setting foot in hell again.

Even the gods, though high above, cannot escape loneliness.

Time flies in the underworld; a year passes in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Bai Qi, clad in armor and wielding a sword, strode into the Judge's Hall, his voice booming like thunder: "Your Excellency Judge, my troops have completed training and are ready to march on Yinshan at any time!"

Since arriving in the Underworld three years ago, Bai Qi has been clear about his core mission—to conquer Yinshan.

The Yinshan Mountains are a strategically important and dangerous place, stretching for millions of miles. Shaped like a black dragon lying in wait, it is a first-class treasure land in the underworld.

Taking Yinshan would have three advantages:

Firstly, it can serve as a barrier for the underworld, where divine generals were stationed in the past to stop all ghosts that attempted to cross the boundary.

Secondly, the area is rich in resources. Preliminary explorations have revealed Xuanming Heavy Water and Ming Iron. Ming Iron is formed from the condensation of Yin energy, making it perfect for forging ghost weapons and arming Yin soldiers.

Thirdly, to establish power and prestige, Zhong Jiu knew that countless forces in the underworld were secretly eyeing the fortune of the underworld. Taking over Yin Mountain would be a way to declare the strength of the underworld to the entire underworld!

Previously in the mortal realm, Zhong Jiu was often on the defensive, but now that he's in the underworld, he's going to take the initiative.

This underworld will eventually be under the rule of the underworld!

Of course, Yinshan was not so easy to take. Over the past three years, Bai Qi had already figured out the details and reported in a deep voice: "My lord, there are three main forces in Yinshan. One is the Northern Chimei Cave, which has a million ghosts. Its leader calls himself General Mendun and is a Ghost Emperor. It is also the weakest of the three forces."

"This gatekeeper general is a brute, rough by nature. He wields a pair of ancient iron and copper hammers, each weighing over a million catties, and possesses immense strength."

Zhong Jiu nodded, secretly amazed. As expected of the underworld, even a seemingly insignificant character was a Ghost King. This level of power was far superior to that of the mortal world.

"The second force is the Abyss Valley, led by the Dark Abyss Demon King, who is a Ghost Immortal. He has three Ghost Emperors, seven Ghost Kings, and millions of Ghost Army soldiers under his command."

"The third force is the City of Horrors, led by the Mourning King and the Annihilation King, both of whom are late-stage Ghost Immortals. The two are sworn brothers with a strong bond, and they have built a mountain city in the Yin Mountains, with countless ghosts. More importantly, they have a long-standing relationship with the Rakshasa Ghost Kingdom, located 200,000 miles behind the Yin Mountains, and have borrowed a Rakshasa Ghost Army to garrison in the city!"

Zhong Jiu paid no attention to the first two forces, saying that Bai Qi could easily wipe them out with a flick of his wrist.

Only this City of Horrors piqued his interest. Two late-stage Ghost Immortals were one thing, but it had even attracted the Rakshasa Ghost Army?

Rakshasa demons are known for their ferocity and violence, similar to the Asura race. The men are incredibly ugly, while the women are stunningly beautiful, but both have an intense cannibalistic obsession.

Fortunately, they stayed in the underworld. If they had appeared in the mortal world when the supernatural revived, the human world would probably have been destroyed before the underworld returned.

"So, this Nightmare City has a powerful backer?"

Zhong Jiu asked with great interest, noting that the forces in the underworld were more complex than he had imagined.

"I am unaware of the details, but I am certain that the two are connected to the Rakshasa Kingdom," Bai Qi replied truthfully.

As for the other minor forces in Yinshan, he didn't care at all. Once the army arrived, they would either surrender or be wiped out. There was no other way.

After a pause, Bai Qi cupped his hands again and said, "This subordinate has a question that I do not understand, and I would appreciate your guidance, sir. Yinshan is a treasure land, with top-notch resources and terrain. Why don't the major forces of the underworld come to seize it?"

Zhong Jiu understood his doubts. Compared to the value of this treasure land, the power of Yinshan was indeed weak.

However, being new to the underworld, he knew no more than Bai Qi, and immediately said in a deep voice, "No matter what secrets Yinshan holds, our plan remains unchanged. Let's take it down first."

"Once the water in the pool is clear, the fish will naturally emerge; once we take Yinshan, the whole truth will come to light."

A glint of light flashed in Bai Qi's eyes, and he bowed respectfully: "What you say is absolutely right, sir! I will immediately issue the order for the army to prepare for battle and march straight for Yinshan!"

Curious, Zhong Jiu asked directly, "If you're going to conquer three forces, which one will you start with?"

Anyone else would have proceeded cautiously, first conquering the weaker school's Demon Cave, then taking the Abyss Valley, and only daring to touch the City of Horrors at the very end.

But Bai Qi disagreed, his tone resolute and without the slightest hesitation: "Dream City!"

His eyes flashed with a sharp edge, clearly indicating he was already confident: "Our first battle in the Underworld will shake the entire realm! Fighting in the Abyss Valley or the Demon Cave would be too timid. If we're going to fight, we'll take on the toughest challenge!"

"Once we take over Dream City, the other two forces will collapse without a fight. At that point, I can kill them or take them in, it's all up to me!"

When the topic of war came up, Bai Qi's sharp edge was fully revealed, and his eyes were brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

Human warfare has long lost its challenge; this underworld is the only place worthy of his prowess!

Zhong Jiu sighed inwardly, "Truly the greatest killing god of all time!"

He said no more and personally handed the military tally to Bai Qi.

Bai Qi took the military tally, turned around and left. A moment later, he was already standing on the grand command platform 30,000 li outside Fengdu City.

He gripped his sword in one hand, his gaze sweeping over the five million menacing Yin soldiers below, and roared, his voice echoing through the heavens: "March!"

"promise!"

Five million Yin soldiers responded in unison, their voices shaking the clouds.

The army immediately set off. Bai Qi made a spell, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly gathered. Five million Yin soldiers stood on the clouds, their momentum like a rainbow, and rushed towards Yin Mountain.

Within the Yin Mountains, all forces had already been alarmed.

The underworld suddenly appeared, gathering the fortune of the netherworld, seizing divine weapons from the Yin Caves, and building the majestic Fengdu. Every single thing it did terrified the ghosts of the underworld.

As neighbors, the forces on Yinshan Mountain had long been aware of Fengdu's power. They frequently sent spies to investigate Fengdu's movements, but those who dared to approach Fengdu were all killed and could only watch from afar as that ghost city, which could be called the number one in the underworld, became ghosts.

Everyone knows that the power that can create such a ghost town is not to be underestimated.

Now, the underworld, which has been silent for three years, has finally stirred!

Inside the Demon Cave, General Mendun roared angrily, "Those underworld officials dare to invade Yin Mountain? Do they really think I'm a pushover? My men, follow me and fight your way out!"

He glared angrily and rushed out of the cave, only to find his ghostly subordinates all dumbfounded and dazed.

General Mendun was suspicious and quickly looked up. In the sky, dark clouds covered the sun, and five million Yin soldiers were lined up in neat rows, with swords and spears like a forest and armor like a mountain. Their murderous aura almost crushed the heavens and the earth.

These five million Yin soldiers were all transformed from soul soldiers in the mortal realm, and each of them was fearless in the face of death.

A fierce general at the front, his gaze as cold as ice, was silently staring at him.

With just one glance, General Mendun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body was cold and stiff, and even breathing became difficult.

How can we be prepared to fight? How can we dare to fight?

Such overwhelming military might, like a heavenly palace punishing a rebellion, had already shattered all his confidence with sheer force of will.

He suddenly realized that his own den of demons was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree in front of such a massive army, a world apart from the heavens and the earth.

Fortunately, the army's target was not him.

The dark clouds swept straight across the Demon Cave and sped toward the City of Horrors.

General Mendun collapsed to the ground, his face filled with terror, muttering to himself, "These bastards are going to raze Dream City to the ground!"

When the five million-strong army passed through, the entire Yinshan Mountains trembled.

At this moment, a grand banquet was being held in the City of Horrors. The ghosts were toasting each other, fine wine and delicacies were laid out, demons were dancing wildly, and jarring music filled the entire city, but they were enjoying themselves immensely.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps broke the noise, and a red-haired ghost soldier stumbled and ran wildly, knocking over the two kings' favorite singers in his panic and falling heavily to the ground.

"Your Majesties! Disaster! Disaster!" He scrambled about, his voice filled with despair.

King Slaughter, who was already furious because the banquet had been disrupted, felt a sudden pang of unease upon hearing this. He grabbed the red-haired ghost soldier and demanded sharply, "What's the panic? What happened?"

He recognized the red-haired ghost soldier as a patrolman outside the city; he would never be so distraught unless something truly terrible had happened.