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

The Dark Abyss Demon King, suppressing his rage, pointed at the gatekeeper general and roared, "I won't waste my breath on you little fish! Quickly go and inform the King! He will be overjoyed to hear that such a talented person as myself has arrived! If you drive me away in anger, can you bear the King's wrath?"

The gatekeeper general scoffed, "How could the king possibly want to see a jinx like you?"

The Dark Abyss Demon King snorted coldly, his attitude firm: "Enough nonsense, just go and report! I don't acknowledge any calamities or plagues. Those forces perished because of their own incompetence!"

The gatekeeper was hesitant. He was not of high rank, and if the king really intended to recruit him, and he rashly drove him away, he would be held responsible for the blame.

"Okay, you wait here, I'll go and report it."

Before leaving, he specifically instructed his soldiers, "Stay away from him, don't get any bad luck!"

The soldiers nodded hurriedly, took several steps back in unison, and stared at the Dark Abyss Demon King from afar, their fear in their eyes undisguised.

Seeing this scene, the Dark Abyss Demon King was so angry that his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his lungs felt like they were about to explode. He had never suffered such humiliation in all his life!

The gatekeeper general stumbled and scrambled into the hall, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty! The Dark Abyss Demon King... is already outside the city gates!"

"What?!"

The King of Beiwang was startled and jumped to his feet, his face instantly turning deathly pale. "What are you standing there for? Throw him out immediately! Right now!"

The general had anticipated this, and after receiving the order, he turned and rushed out the door.

Inside the palace, the King of Beiwang Kingdom sat pacing restlessly, cursing inwardly, "How dare this plague god come to my Beiwang Kingdom!"

Others may not know the terror of the underworld, but he knows it all too well. The existence that can flatten the Ancient Nether Kingdom and subdue the Cold Nether Land is something that the Northern Demon Kingdom can not afford to provoke.

The Dark Abyss Demon King is the mortal enemy of the Underworld. Getting involved with him is simply courting death. Getting rid of him is of utmost urgency.

"The king has ordered! Beat this jinx out with sticks!"

The general, accompanied by his personal guards, swarmed out, their swords and spears pointed directly at the Dark Abyss Demon King. "Get out! Don't you dare defile the gates of my Northern Demon Kingdom!"

Upon hearing the commotion, the royal city's garrison sprang into action, unleashing a flurry of blows, leaving the Dark Abyss Demon King utterly bewildered.

He thought that with his reputation, the other party would at least be polite, even if they didn't bow down to greet him. He never expected to be treated like a plague and beaten up.

Caught completely off guard, he could only flee in terror. Seeing this, the ghosts of the capital also joined in the chase.

A moment later, the Dark Abyss Demon King, ragged and bruised, was driven out of the city, his previous arrogance completely gone.

He stared at the gates of the Northern Demon Kingdom, jumping up and down in anger: "Foolish! You didn't welcome a talented person to your door, but instead drove me away. You'll regret this sooner or later!"

After cursing, he turned and flew towards the more distant Fenba Kingdom. It took him more than a year to finally arrive.

But as soon as he approached the capital, he was surrounded by the city's guards. News of the Northern Demon Kingdom's expulsion of him had already spread throughout the underworld. The Burning Demon Kingdom had prepared jade slips recording his appearance and aura, and upon seeing him, they attacked without saying a word.

"Um, the Dark Abyss Demon King is here!"

"By order of the King, expel them immediately!"

"If you don't leave, don't blame us for slaughtering you!"

The army of the Burning Demon Kingdom launched a direct charge. Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, the Dark Abyss Demon King was chased like a stray dog, fleeing all the way out of the Burning Demon Kingdom's border. Only when the army stopped pursuing him did he dare to collapse on the ground and catch his breath.

"I refuse to believe that there's no place for me in the underworld!"

The Dark Abyss Demon King cursed and swore, his resentment towards the Underworld growing even stronger. If he hadn't fought against the Underworld, how could he have ended up like this?

He gritted his teeth and decided to seek out the Earthly Ancestor, an ancient being from the underworld who had lived for tens of thousands of years and possessed great supernatural powers, capable of contending with the underworld.

But the seventeen cities along the way regarded him as a raging flood or a ferocious beast.

Even powerful nations like the Northern Demon Kingdom and the Burning Demon Kingdom couldn't tolerate him, let alone these smaller cities, which were terrified out of their wits.

A city lord, less powerful than him, presented him with a pile of rare and precious treasures, pleading with a mournful face: "Demon King, please have mercy and don't destroy our little city!"

Such humiliation brought tears to the eyes of the Dark Abyss Demon King.

He's not a plague god!

But why does the entire underworld want to drive him away?

"I must avenge myself and clear my name!"

He clenched his fists, dragged his disheveled body, and finally arrived at the far west—the residence of the Earthly Ancestor.

"The Earthly Ancestor can definitely help me!"

Hope ignited in his eyes, but the next second, a huge hand that blotted out the sky suddenly descended from the sky with a world-destroying force, pressing straight down on him!

"Who attacked me?!"

The Dark Abyss Demon King was filled with shock and rage. He fought back with all his might, but the giant hand seemed to bear the weight of the entire world. His resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree, without even causing a ripple.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the Dark Abyss Demon King was slammed into the ground, and a massive five-finger print, tens of thousands of miles wide, suddenly appeared on the earth.

"It's the Earthly Ancestor! I sincerely pledged allegiance to you, yet you suppressed me?!"

He gritted his teeth underground, filled with grievance and despair. From being driven away and despised to being suppressed now, everything he had was ruined.

He tried several times to break through the restrictions, but all attempts ended in failure. He could only slump down in the dark underground, his heart filled with despair: "It's over, my dream is completely over... The Underworld! It's all the Underworld's fault!"

On a sacred mountain hundreds of thousands of miles away, the Earthly Ancestor stroked his beard and sneered, "Trying to bring the calamities of the Underworld to me? You're simply courting death! I've lived for tens of thousands of years thanks to the principle of 'survival of the fittest,' avoiding trouble is the key to longevity!"

News of the Dark Abyss Demon King's suppression quickly spread throughout the underworld, and all living beings applauded: "Well done! That scourge should be suppressed forever!"

Rumors spread, and people pinned all sorts of misfortunes on him.

Several cities that were destroyed by his sworn enemy were also attributed to him as a calamity, and the defeated, in order to cover up their incompetence, cursed him even more.

Over time, the Dark Abyss Demon King became a notorious scourge in the underworld, avoided by everyone, while the Earthly Ancestor gained much praise for suppressing him.

But as time went by, seven hundred years passed, and fewer and fewer people remembered the demon king who had been suppressed.

Over the past seven hundred years, war has raged in the underworld, with old forces fighting each other and the power structure constantly changing.

The Northern Demon Kingdom and the Burning Demon Kingdom were also drawn into the conflict, eventually declining amidst endless battles. Countless lives perished, while countless forces rose to power. Only "struggle" remained the eternal theme of the underworld.

But all of this has nothing to do with the underworld.

On Mount Yin, Bai Qi held military power, commanding fifty million Yin soldiers, each one fierce and vigorous, their armor gleaming coldly. They were the most elite force in the underworld, training day and night, their imposing aura overwhelming.

In Fengdu, Zhong Jiu was not idle either.

He has completely exchanged all eighteen levels of hell. In addition to the original three levels, the newly added fifteen levels of hell, including the Iron Tree, the Mirror of Ivy, the Copper Pillar, and the Mountain of Knives, have become the nightmare of sinners.

Those who oppose the underworld and commit numerous evils are all thrown into hell to be punished. When they come out, their souls are scattered and their spirits are destroyed. As a result, the underworld's power becomes even stronger.

In addition, Zhong Jiu also exchanged for seventy-five departments of the underworld, whose authority spanned both the yin and yang realms, encompassing everything from birth to death, from heaven to earth.

However, these seventy-five departments require a massive number of Yin spirits and Yin officials, and even with seven hundred years of accumulated incense offerings, it would be difficult to fill this gap.

The demand for low-level officials is astronomical, so he can only prioritize the lower-level officials and postpone the middle and upper levels.

The underworld is constantly at war, and war-weary creatures flock to the underworld's territory. Some even actively expand the underworld's borders, each considering themselves an appendage of the underworld.

This passive expansion will inevitably increase the number of managers, making the already strained number of Yin Gods even worse. Even if they do not need to manage directly, they will still need to spend energy closely monitoring each territory.

In the depths of the underworld, the Dark Abyss Demon King has long been forgotten by the ghost race, and only endless darkness and regret accompany him for the rest of his life.

The most pressing issue for the underworld right now is the lack of qualified young talent.

In the eyes of the underworld deities, the underworld has undergone a complete transformation in the past seven hundred years.

The establishment of the Seventy-Five Departments caused the number of Yin Gods to increase exponentially, and this power spread far and wide, completely enveloping the entire underworld.

Although the underworld no longer resorts to force, the oppressive power emanating from the netherworld still makes it difficult for the beings in the underworld to breathe.

All living beings and forces from all directions bowed down and acknowledged its dominant position.

Seven hundred years have passed, and Zhong Jiu's cultivation has never slackened in the slightest.

He has cultivated the Yin Fu Jing to the eleventh level, and his realm has advanced from the God King Realm to the God Venerable Realm.

Seven hundred years ago, he was already an almost invincible being in the underworld;

Seven hundred years later, he was recognized as the number one person in both the Yin and Yang realms, standing alone at the peak, wielding immense power, and controlling the birth and death of all living beings with a single thought.

That day, Zhong Jiu finished his meditation and entered a meditative state, when he was suddenly moved.

The vicissitudes and profoundness honed by seven hundred years of cultivation, condensed in his youthful appearance, made him seem even more unfathomable.

"Come with me." He summoned Qiongqi.

After seven hundred years of quiet cultivation, Zhong Jiu had long been accustomed to the mundane years, and the vicissitudes of life on his body had become increasingly pronounced. Although he still looked like a young man, he possessed a calm and composed aura as he stood there.

At this moment, feeling restless and moved, he decided to leave Fengdu City.

"Yes, sir."

Qiongqi lazily got up. It had been lying at the entrance of the Judge's Hall for three to five hundred years, which was nothing more than a good nap for it.

But this "sleep" was no ordinary rest; not only was his strength fully restored, but it also improved significantly.

Having been immersed in the influence of Fengdu for a long time, the ferocity in its eyes has long since faded, leaving only peace and tranquility.