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He was originally just an ordinary piece of dark stone, but by chance, he was chosen by a ruler in ancient times and carved into a Black Mountain to suppress evil spirits.

Later, a great calamity struck the heavens and earth, destroying all gods and Buddhas, and causing the collapse of the underworld.

Over the long years, this black stone absorbed the residual yin energy of the underworld and the resentment of countless dead souls, and gradually developed sentience.

Using his memories from his previous life as the Black Mountain Suppressor, he captured the fragments of the shattered underworld scattered between the realms of Yin and Yang, piecing them back together bit by bit to reshape this underworld.

Then, he began to collect faith, attempting to embark on the path of faith and godhood.

This guy, in a way, has done great deeds. If it weren't for him reshaping this underworld, the world would be even more chaotic.

If he hadn't met "Nie Xiaoqian," perhaps tens of thousands of years later, he could have successfully attained godhood and become a new deity in this world.

But unfortunately—

She's here.

She attained godhood.

"Sorry, Old Stone."

Nie Xiaoqian chuckled softly, and without making any visible movement, she simply stirred her mind—

A vast power of faith swept out like a tsunami, directly crushing towards the Yinming Supreme Saint Prison Lord!

The Yinming Supreme Prison Lord let out an angry roar, mobilizing the power of faith he had accumulated over tens of thousands of years in an attempt to resist.

but--

The gap between the two sides is simply too large.

His faith, compared to "Nie Xiaoqian," was like a stream compared to an ocean—they were simply not on the same level.

In just a moment, his faith was completely shattered.

That massive torrent of faith forcefully pushed him away from his position, which he had held for tens of thousands of years, and occupied that core area.

Then, the power of faith began to operate spontaneously, capturing the fragments of the underworld scattered between the realms of Yin and Yang, pulling them back, and piecing them together into this underworld.

The cracks between those fragments were quickly healed and merged under the power of faith, as if they had never been broken at all.

This shattered underworld, which has been broken for countless years, is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, much faster than the gradual accumulation over the years by the Supreme Lord of the Underworld.

The Lord of the Underworld's Supreme Prison was furious, but he was powerless to stop it.

He could only watch helplessly as the underworld, which he had painstakingly collected and reassembled over tens of thousands of years, was occupied by the other party and transformed into the basis for the other party's control over the underworld.

He could only watch helplessly as the divine position he had painstakingly plotted for tens of thousands of years fell into her hands, becoming a stepping stone for her to ascend to the position of Lord of the Six Paths.

He was filled with deep regret!

Why try to save effort by sending an avatar to deal with her?

If he had attacked directly with his true form, even with the barrier between the Yin and Yang realms, even if he could only extend a claw, it would have been enough to crush her into dust!

In that case, she would never have had the chance to embark on the path of faith and become a god!

In that case, none of this would have happened!

"I'm not reconciled!!!"

His roar echoed throughout the underworld, filled with endless anger and resentment.

But "Nie Xiaoqian" had no time to pay him any attention.

At this moment, she was immersed in the feedback from the underworld that was rapidly recovering.

She could clearly feel her mind expanding at an astonishing speed.

With each fragment of the underworld she merged with, her range of perception expanded, and her control over this realm of the dead increased.

She can see the souls of the dead who have been trapped in darkness for countless years, and feel their pain, despair, and anger.

She could sense the wandering souls scattered in the mortal world, and feel their longing for reincarnation and their attachment to the human realm.

She could touch those underworld relics buried deep underground, and feel their remaining spirituality and their recollection of past glories.

This feeling—

It was as if the entire underworld was opening its arms to her.

Tell her, come, become the master of this place, bring these lost souls back on track, and rebuild order for this broken world.

Finally, the last fragment of the underworld was pulled back by the power of faith and perfectly integrated into this netherworld.

In that instant—

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire underworld!

A beam of colorful light shot out from the deepest part of the underworld, like the first ray of dawn, illuminating this world that had been dark for countless years!

The beam of light shot directly into Nie Xiaoqian's brow and merged into the depths of her soul.

At that moment, she felt a vast flow of information flooding into her mind.

That is all the authority of the underworld in this realm.

The right to judge the dead and ensure that good and evil are rewarded accordingly is the right of the court.

Arresting wandering spirits and maintaining order are the powers of law enforcement.

The power to purify and deliver vengeful spirits is the power of purification.

Connecting Yin and Yang, protecting one side—this is the power of guardianship.

…………

Each authority, like a brand, was deeply engraved in her soul.

And her body underwent a transformative change under the glow of that colorful light.

Her clothes, under the power of faith, transformed into a magnificent and majestic black women's ceremonial robe.

The twelve tassels of pearls hung down, obscuring most of her face, but they could not hide her domineering aura.

Embroidered on the imperial robes were the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, the underworld, and the cycle of life and death, as if the entire world had been engraved on the robes.

An indescribable sense of authority emanated from her.

That was the majesty of the Lord of the Earth.

This is the majesty of a god that has never existed in this world since the disappearance of the ancient gods and Buddhas.

She slowly raised her hand, looking at her fair and slender hand, and at the golden divine light flowing from her fingertips.

Then she smiled.

"So this is what it feels like to be a god... Not bad at all."

The moment she thought of it, the rules of the entire underworld immediately responded to her command, like the most loyal subjects.

She saw the Supreme Lord of the Underworld, the Lord of the Underworld, who was now huddled in a corner of the underworld, his soul trembling like a candle in the wind.

"Huh? Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now?"

She raised an eyebrow, her mind racing.

The power of the entire underworld instantly converged, like an invisible mountain, and crashed down on the Yinming Supreme Saint Prison Lord!

His massive black mountain body couldn't withstand even a second of that power and shattered with a crash!

A dark, twisted soul was ripped from the shattered body, letting out a shrill scream.

Then, the soul rapidly shrank, deformed, and twisted before "Nie Xiaoqian"—

In the end, it transformed into a tiny black cat, no bigger than a palm, lying prostrate at her feet, trembling, its tail tucked tightly between its legs.

"Meow……"

The little black cat let out a pitiful cry, its eyes filled with fear.

Nie Xiaoqian looked down at the little black cat at her feet, couldn't help but bend down and flick its forehead with her finger.

"Serves you right for being arrogant, for showing off, for sending your avatar to mess with me, and for trying to slap me to death!"

"Feeling better now?"

The little black cat meowed as she flicked it, curling up into a ball and not daring to even look at her.

Nie Xiaoqian chuckled softly, straightened up, and then had another thought.

This time, her will crossed the barrier between the Yin and Yang realms and descended upon the Yang world with a roar.

Those ghosts and monsters who were originally able to linger freely in the mortal realm due to the pervasive resentment and surging evil energy of heaven and earth suddenly felt an irresistible suction force coming from the underworld.

They screamed in terror, struggling to grasp at anything in the mortal realm—

Useless.

That suction force was absolute; it came from the power of the underworld's order itself, from the will of the gods.

Countless ghosts, regardless of their cultivation level or location, were all pulled into the underworld by that force at the same instant, thrown into the newly restored world of darkness.

Between the realms of Yin and Yang, an invisible barrier has reappeared.

That is the insurmountable chasm that should exist between the underworld and the human world.

From then on, people in the mortal world will no longer be able to easily see ghosts, and ghosts in the underworld will no longer be able to leave the underworld at will.

Yin and Yang are in harmony, and life and death are at peace.

Immediately afterwards, "Nie Xiaoqian" had another thought.

The malevolent energy that had permeated the mortal realm for countless years was as if stirred by an invisible hand, drawing it away from the mortal realm and surging into the underworld, sinking into the newly formed River Styx.

The waters of the River Styx surged, swallowing up the dark and malevolent energy, transforming it into an ever-flowing river.

The world, which had become tainted by the erosion of Yin and evil energy, finally regained its clarity.

For the first time, the sunlight truly and unhindered illuminated the earth.

"Nie Xiaoqian" stood atop the underworld, dignified in her imperial robes, exuding a sacred aura.

Beneath her feet lay a complete and majestic underworld.

Behind her stood a supreme and noble imperial throne, formed from the power of faith and divine authority, radiating boundless pressure.

She sat down gently, resting her elbows on the armrests of the throne to support her head, leaning to one side as she looked down at the countless ghosts crawling below.