Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

"Has he gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?"

A strange look appeared on the big beard's lips.

"So..." Cui Shi'an coughed lightly, "Why are you showing me this? Shouldn't this kind of thing be left to God to worry about?"

The bearded man turned around and smiled: "Have you ever heard of the God paradox?"

Could an omnipotent God create a stone that even He cannot lift?

If God could create, He would be omnipotent because He could not lift the stone.

If God cannot create, then God is not omnipotent because He could not create the stone.

"These are stones that even God cannot move," the bearded man sighed softly.

Cui Shi'an seemed to understand a little. It meant that God was only responsible for creation, and what kind of deformed things would grow was none of His business, or rather, He could not predict it.

"So it's like setting up an ecosystem tank. Even if all the prerequisites have been planned in advance, it's still hard to predict what will happen to the organisms inside."

Upon hearing this, the bearded man gave him an approving look and nodded, saying:

"That's right. The desires people have are like the nitrogen or phosphorus produced by the decomposition of plant and animal remains. If they are not consumed in time, they will cause algae to grow wildly and cover the entire tank, eventually turning it into a dead tank."

"Can't God really intervene? It's an ecosystem I set up myself; shouldn't He at least take care of it?"

The bearded man smiled slightly: "Gods are only responsible for asking questions; the answers must be found by the living beings themselves. After all, once a living being loses its obsessions, it is not much different from a walking corpse."

Cui Shi'an looked at him hesitantly: "You're telling me all this... do you mean to..."

"Since God couldn't create that stone," the bearded man calmly turned around, as if talking about something insignificant, "you should be the one to make it."

Cui Shi'an's eyes narrowed: "Why?"

"Because the current situation on the peninsula is largely due to you."

"Huh??" Cui Shi'an pointed to his nose: "What does this have to do with me?"

The bearded man said calmly, with his hands behind his back, "Park Hyuk is the straight bloodline of the world, and the pillar of the divine spirit of Gyerim. Their bloodline is the natural harmonizer of the peninsula's earth veins and the will of humankind. With sacred bones present, the land is at peace, evil spirits are suppressed, and all filth does not arise."

"The Central Plains have winding dragon veins, forming their own barrier. The peninsula's earth veins are broken, and since ancient times it has relied on 'sacred bones' as pillars, using bloodlines as fuel to harmonize yin and yang. Once the sacred bones are destroyed, it's like removing a pillar and destroying a house; the balance of heaven and earth is lost. Do you understand?"

Cui Shi'an was completely confused: "But...you still haven't said what this has to do with me?"

"How can it be alright? The thing in your hand is the sacred artifact used by the Holy Bone Family to suppress the peninsula's destiny."

The bearded man pointed to the city shrouded in phantoms below the mountain. "And since then, the peninsula has lost its natural purifying vessel. The earth's veins have become blocked, the power of will has become corrupted, and evil has grown unchecked. After a thousand years of accumulation, it has become the scene we see today... where demons and monsters roam freely."

Cui Shi'an felt his mouth go dry and subconsciously looked at the arrowhead in his hand. Was this thing really that important?

"Then you could find a relic of the Holy Relic and have him use this sacred artifact, wouldn't you?"

The bearded man's gaze pressed down on him with an almost tangible intensity: "The last of the holy bloodline died because of you."

"Who?"

"That is the past life of the person beside you."

"Huh??" Cui Shi'an was dumbfounded. So... Liu Zhimin was not the True Bone Princess in her previous life, but the Holy Bone Princess?

"So this is your destiny. If you can't do it, then God will open a new ecosystem."

"Starting a new tank? What about the current one?"

"erase."

"..." Cui Shi'an suddenly found himself entering a grand narrative.

"And that's not all. Where do you think the evil spirit of the military commander you just saw came from? Those are all karmic burdens left over from your past life!"

Cui Shi'an's heart sank: "It... really died at my hands?"

"It's not just him?" The bearded man's tone was flat. "Throughout history, the valiant generals and tyrannical rulers of the peninsula, even if they were bloodthirsty, mostly used their soldiers as pawns. But you..."

"What about me?"

"Of those who killed thousands, the majority, lacking sacred bones, became ghost immortals..."

Cui Shi'an understood; the other party was indirectly calling him a "murderer."

What deep-seated grudge did I hold against this peninsula in my past life?

"That's why, starting with Korea, the system of Hell Messengers was established to guide the souls of the dead." The bearded man finished speaking and gave him a meaningful look.

"There weren't any messengers of hell on the peninsula before~"

Cui Shi'an felt his cheeks burning and asked in a low voice:

"So these ghostly immortals can't even be dealt with by the judge?"

"The judge assesses the interactions of all living beings; ghosts and immortals who have already received offerings are not included in this category."

Incense?

The bearded man sighed deeply: "In the past, after people died, they would wander for a period of time. If someone offered incense to them during this period, they would not be reincarnated."

"What do you mean by 'incense offerings'?"

"Once a person receives offerings of incense and prayers from the human world, they become bound to the power of vows and are thus freed from the conventional order of reincarnation."

Cui Shi'an understood: establishing a lineage meant that the essence of the soul had changed.

But since that military leader has received offerings, why does he still harm people?

"Humans have their obsessions, and so do ghosts and immortals. If the incense offerings are cut off, ghosts and immortals will wreak havoc on the world and breed evil."

Cui Shi'an sighed: "Then you should have the messengers of hell post notices in all the major wizarding halls, telling them not to abandon ghost immortals so easily?"

The bearded man smiled slightly:

"There are 200,000 registered wizards in the Eight Paths, half of whom are worshipped, and some even worship more than one, making their numbers enormous..."

Cui Shi'an remained silent. The peninsula was indeed a strange place. In addition to a large number of professional wizards, there were also many messy sects.

The bearded man stared blankly ahead.

"Those sects are also a big problem. They worship all sorts of evil gods, which is a real headache for the gods... But..."

He changed the subject, and his expression visibly relaxed:

"From now on, you'll have to take care of these headaches."

Cui Shi'an was speechless: "I can't even remember my past life, so how can I worry about it? Just because I severed my holy bloodline? But now I can't even deal with a messenger from hell."

The bearded man smiled but didn't say anything.

Unwilling to give up, Cui Shi'an asked again, "Do you have a way to remind me of my past life?"

"That's up to you," the bearded man said calmly.

"How am I supposed to find it?" He took out an arrowhead and grumbled indignantly, "I can't even fall asleep with this anymore."

"Try having someone guide you into a dream."

Cui Shi'an perked up: "How do we do it?"

The bearded man didn't speak, but blinked. For a fleeting moment, Cui Shi'an saw a hint of lewdness in his empty eye sockets…

"Ahem... Anyway, take care of yourself. Goodbye."

After saying that, the bearded man turned and left without any hesitation.

Cui Shi'an paused for a moment, then shouted at his retreating figure, "Your eyes are still here with me!"

A hearty laugh echoed from the mountains: "I'll give it to you then."

Cui Shi'an stood there, stunned, feeling a slight chill in his eyes, as if something invisible had quietly seeped into the depths of his pupils...