The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Song Yi recognized the person as Fairy Hanzhi, one of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Lords of the Thunder Department.

In the past, during the Investiture of the Gods, Han Zhixian set up the "Wind Howling Formation" at Qishan. She was also a prominent figure in the Jie Sect. Now she is ranked as a righteous god of the Thunder Department, on par with the Ten Heavenly Kings of Jin'ao Island, with a rank as high as the fourth grade and a prestigious status.

At this moment, the golden mirror in Han Zhixian's hand flashed and shone on a trembling demon in the prison.

"Buzz!"

A jet-black karmic aura suddenly shot out from the top of the demon's head, gathering without dispersing, transforming into a ferocious black cloud.

"Your karmic burden is two feet and eight inches long, your sins are grave, you are sentenced to heavenly fire and thunder!" Han Zhixian's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Before the words were even finished, two Thunder Gods stepped forward and dragged the demon away like a dead dog, heading straight for the Demon-Slaying Platform.

"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor!" Song Yi stepped forward and bowed.

"You are... that jinx?"

Han Zhixian slightly raised her phoenix eyes.

She still remembered Song Yi, after all, they had been conferred the title of god together in Qishan.

"It is indeed I, the humble god." Song Yi nodded and smiled. "Because the Heavenly Prison is overcrowded and foul air is overflowing, the Giant Spirit God specially ordered me to come and clean it up."

"Hmph, that scoundrel Li Jing was quite adept at exorcising demons in the mortal realm, capturing a whole bunch of monsters and reaping his share of rewards, yet he expects my Thunder Department to come to this gloomy place to clean up the mess and judge these vile sinners!"

Han Zhixian frowned slightly, her tone full of resentment.

The Heavenly Prison is a place that is cold, damp, and filled with malevolent energy, making it even worse than the Nine Nether Hells.

As a high and mighty fairy of the Jie Sect, she naturally did not want to stay here for long.

But judging demons and determining sins is the duty of the Thunder Department, and they have no choice but to do so.

"Where are the other Heavenly Lords?" Song Yi asked casually.

"Deng Zhong and Xin Huan have already gone down to the mortal realm to use their thunder magic to subdue demons. As for the Ten Heavenly Kings..." Han Zhixian sighed helplessly, "There's trouble in the North Sea. Li Jing requested reinforcements, and they've all gone to the North Sea to help."

Song Yi was slightly startled. Was the Great Sage of the North Sea Underworld really this troublesome?

Not only did they mobilize the Heavenly Prison Guards, but they also mobilized the main force of the Thunder Department. Could it be a remnant of some surviving ancient demon god?

Just as they were pondering this, a commotion arose again from the direction of the prison entrance.

A troop of heavenly soldiers escorted hundreds of demons into the arena.

These demons were all drenched in moisture, their bodies emitting a thick, fishy odor, clearly originating from the deep sea.

The two leading generals, one with a dark blue face like a yaksha and the other with a belly as big as a drum like a fish, were surrounded by blood and exuded a murderous aura. They were the yaksha general and the fish belly general under the command of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.

Upon seeing Han Zhixian, the two immediately bowed in greeting, and then roughly escorted the group of sea monsters to a deep prison cell.

"Has that old man Li Jing become addicted to capturing prisoners?"

Han Zhixian's face grew increasingly grim as she looked at the endless ranks of demons.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Song Yi, her previously cold eyes lighting up: "Does your Qingtianjian, which oversees the cleansing of all heavens, include the Demon-Slaying Platform?"

Song Yi quickly replied, "Your Majesty, all the filth in the heavens is subject to the cleansing of the Heavenly Purification Bureau, and the Demon-Slaying Platform is naturally among them."

"Alright!" Han Zhixian smiled, her expression revealing a decisive and swift nature. "Since you're going to clean up the Heavenly Prison and the Demon-Slaying Platform, the task of judging demons will also be assigned to you. After you've judged one, take them directly to the Demon-Slaying Platform for execution; there's no need for the Thunder Department's review!"

Song Yi hesitated for a moment before saying, "I am a Star Lord of the Dipper Department. Interfering in the affairs of the Thunder Department... I'm afraid that's overstepping my bounds?"

"No problem!" Han Zhixian sneered, casually taking out two jade scrolls. Lightning flashed at her fingertips as she wrote rapidly, "I will write a temporary transfer order and upload it to the Thunder Department for record. Of course, it will be that the Thunder Department borrows an 'Eighth-Rank Qingtian Supervisor' to investigate demons, thus bypassing the cumbersome procedures of handing over with the Fighting Department."

A moment later, the roll was formed.

Han Zhixian handed one copy to Lei Jiang beside her to be archived in the Lei Department, and gave the other copy to Song Yi.

"This is proof."

She then pointed to the four celestial officials following behind her and introduced them, "These four are the Thunderbolt Records Officer, the Thunderbolt Review Officer, the Thunderbolt Recorder of Demerits Officer, and the Evil Recorder Officer. They are all celestial officials below the ninth rank, not true gods granted celestial records by the Heavenly Court, and therefore cannot use the 'Mirror of Merit,' so they are only responsible for recording the trial process and the charges."

As she spoke, she handed the golden bronze mirror in her hand to Song Yi: "This is the Mirror of Merit, which can reflect the cause and effect of karma of all beings in the Three Realms. The depth of their karmic obstacles is clear at a glance, and punishments can be judged fairly and impartially."

Song Yi took the Merit Mirror with both hands. It was warm to the touch and made a faint rumbling sound.

He tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, are you in such a hurry because of something important?"

"Indeed, I must make a trip to Lishan in Dongsheng Shenzhou to visit an old friend." Han Zhixian's expression was somewhat solemn.

"Your Majesty, please depart. I will handle the matter of the Heavenly Prison properly." Song Yi bowed.

Han Zhixian nodded: "I will remember this favor."

After saying that, she transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared into the Heavenly Prison passage.

"The Heavenly Laws of this day and age are becoming increasingly lax."

Song Yi sighed inwardly. First, the Giant Spirit General casually handed over the Prison Suppression Token to him, and now Han Zhixian has directly entrusted him with the core authority of the Thunder Department, the "Merit Mirror," and the power of judgment.

However, this time he not only gained a favor from Han Zhixian for free, but also took the opportunity to make contact with the powerful Lei Bu, which made him very happy.

Although the Dou Department is the largest department in the Heavenly Court, 278 out of the 365 righteous gods in the heavens belong to the Dou Department, making it a powerful force.

However, the Doubu's foundation is mainly in the Taixu Starry Sky, and its actual control over the human world and the celestial realm is far less than that of the Leibu.

Afterwards, Song Yi refined the Merit Mirror, walked to a cell, and shone it on a lion-headed, human-bodied demon inside.

"Buzz!"

A flash of golden light appeared on the mirror, and a wisp of black smoke immediately shot out from the top of the demon's head.

The clerk in charge of the Book of Evil immediately opened a book resembling the Book of Life and Death and announced loudly: "One foot, three inches, and seven fen of karmic debt... According to the law, this person shall be struck five hundred times with copper hammers and cast into the animal realm for eight lifetimes!"

Song Yi nodded slightly and waved for Lei to take him away.

The trial proceeded in a dull and tedious manner for the remainder of the trial.

There are far too many demons in the Heavenly Prison.

Song Yi couldn't help but sigh, Li Jing's political achievements were indeed amazing, no wonder he was able to secure the position of Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Army later on.

Song Yi stopped in his tracks in front of a special cell.

In the center of the cell, a bloodied corpse was trapped.

The blood corpse had a hideous and twisted face, its eyes glowed with an eerie blood-red light, its body was covered with long, crimson hair, and its fingernails were curved like iron hooks, as big as a basket when they were open, and gleamed with a sinister dark light.

Although its shoulders had been pierced by the Demon-Binding Lock and its body was covered with suppressing talismans, its violent and ferocious aura still surged, chilling people to the bone.

Song Yiju looked in the mirror.

"call!"

A thick, almost tangible plume of black smoke billowed from the zombie's head, shooting straight up to the top of the prison, even dimming the golden light of the Merit Mirror.