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95: Chapter 95 Your Name is Marked in the Book of Life and DeathIn the center of the arena.

The black mud, which had swallowed God of Exorcism and was slowly shrinking as if digesting its spoils, suddenly stopped.

The feeling was very strange.

It was as if a person had indigestion, unable to vomit what they wanted to, and unable to swallow what they wanted to keep down.

The surface of the black mud, which originally flowed smoothly like a liquid, began to show irregular protrusions.

Immediately following this, a low sound, like war drums echoing from the depths of the earth, clearly transmitted through the material of absolute nothingness.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

With every beat of the drum, the black mud vibrated violently once.

The sky began to change color.

The gray-white sky, previously stained by Death Qi, was now suddenly filled with vast expanses of purple Qi.

It was the purple of the Purple Qi Coming From the East, a noble and incalculable purple.

This purple Qi was extremely domineering, forcefully pushing aside the rules of the West and unfurling a star river scroll tens of thousands of miles long above the arena.

”What is this energy fluctuation?”

Hermes’s expression finally changed. The Caduceus in his hand began to warn frantically; it was the instinctual fear felt when facing a high-ranking existence. ”That Eastern God has clearly been decomposed...”

”Decomposed?”

As if able to hear Hermes’s words, a majestic, grand voice—one that seemed to carry the roars of countless departed souls yet remained balanced and peaceful—erupted from the very center of the black mud.

”Did I permit it?”

Rumble—!!!

Accompanied by this question, the entire mass of black mud burst apart.

It wasn’t broken by external force, but burst open from within.

A pillar of dark purple light, capable of piercing heaven and earth, shot into the sky, instantly scattering the so-called ’Tartarus Remnants’ into pieces.

That black mud, which could devour even light, let out a sizzling wail upon encountering this purple light, scattering wildly in all directions like snow facing the scorching sun.

In the center of the light pillar.

A figure slowly emerged.

He was no longer the disheveled, dialect-speaking man in the red robe from before.

His body swelled to a hundred zhang, like a majestic Mount Tai.

The original bright red Judge’s Robe had vanished, replaced instead by an imperial dragon robe as black as ink, embroidered with nine netherworld dragons, the sun, moon, and stars, and mountains and rivers in gold thread.

The black gauze cap on his head was also gone, replaced by a Ping Tian Guan with twelve strings of white jade tassels hanging from the front and back.

His face was still ugly and ferocious, and his thick beard still stuck out like iron spikes.

But at this moment, no one found him ugly.

Through the swaying jade tassels, only a pair of eyes could be seen, as deep as the abyss and as vast as the starry sky. There was no laughter or anger there, only the indifference and majesty of one who controlled life and death.

He simply stood there quietly, and the surrounding space automatically stilled.

The previous black mud attempted to counterattack, but when it reached a hundred meters away from him, it was as if it had struck an invisible wall, forced to lie docilely on the ground, transforming into black paving stones.

[Divine Spark Promotion Complete.]

[Current Form: Great Emperor of the Northern Capital of Fengdu (God of Exorcism Version)]

[Function Change: Promoted from ’Enforcer’ to ’Ruler’.]

[Domain Expansion: Netherworld Ghost Kingdom.]

The entire field fell into a dead silence.

Whether they were Dragon Summer people or Westerners, everyone’s mouths were wide open, having lost the ability to speak.

The oppressive feeling washing over them was incomparable to that of the ghost-catching, soul-eating Judge from moments ago. If the previous God of Exorcism was a knife used for killing, the one now present was Heaven, establishing the laws.

”Lord God of Exorcism isn’t dead?”

”And this is... the appearance of an Emperor?!”

In the command hall, Old Daoist Priest’s face was shocked: ”Great Emperor of Fengdu! This is the personal arrival of the Yin Emperor! No wonder... No wonder this black mud is useless!”

”What do you mean?” Old Wang asked doubtfully.

”Don’t you understand yet?” Old Daoist Priest pointed at the screen, his voice excited. ”The previous Lord God of Exorcism was a subject, unable to control natural disasters. But now, he is the sovereign! He is the Emperor of the Underworld! In his territory, there are no natural disasters, only illegal structures! There is no Chaos, only places where rules have yet to be established!”

”This...”

Everyone exchanged glances and simultaneously turned to look at Su Yun. Needless to say, Su Yun was responsible for this again.

On the dueling stage.

The God of Exorcism, incarnated as the Great Emperor of Fengdu, slightly lowered his head and glanced at the black mud still trying to writhe beneath his feet.

There was no anger in his eyes, only the dissatisfaction of a superior inspecting work and finding a poorly finished building.

”Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the King.”

”On the shores of the land, all subjects belong to the King.”

The God of Exorcism slowly spoke, and every word transformed into a golden Dharma seal, slamming heavily into the ground. ”Since you have entered my Domain, you are my subjects. Even this Chaos Void must abide by the rules of my Underworld!”

He extended a large hand and lightly pressed down toward the void.

”Suppress.”

Buzz—!

A magnificent, breathtaking phantom of a black city boomed and unfolded beneath his feet.

That was the legendary Ghost City of Fengdu.

The city gates towered, shrouded in eerie ghost fires. Countless Yin soldiers clad in armor stood solemnly on the city walls, while phantoms of the Ten Yama Kings stood on either side, hands clasped, awaiting orders.

And the ’Tartarus Black Mud,’ which had been so arrogant and claimed to devour all things, instantly ceased all erosion the moment this ghost city descended.

It was forcibly ’formatted’.

Within the Domain of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, it was no longer disorderly entropic increase, but was defined as the material used to pave the ground of the ghost city—asphalt.

The black mud quickly solidified and flattened, transforming into a wide, pitch-black ’Yellow Springs Road’ leading straight to the Ghost Gate.

The expressions of the Western Gods could no longer be described as grim at this point.

It was terror.

It was bewilderment after their entire worldview had been utterly crushed.

”This is impossible...” Zeus abruptly stood up from his divine throne, veins popping on the hand gripping his scepter. ”He modified the rules? No, he didn’t modify them, he... overwrote them?”

”Not just overwriting.”

The God of Exorcism seemed to have heard Zeus’s words.

He slowly turned around, and across the endless void, his gaze passed through the twelve jade tassels, landing directly upon the high and mighty King of the Gods.

That look sent a chill through Zeus’s entire body, making him feel as if he were no longer the God King, but a prisoner awaiting judgment.

The God of Exorcism leisurely reached into the wide sleeve of his imperial robe and pulled out a thick booklet.

This booklet was entirely black, without the slightest sheen, yet it exuded an aura of Karma that was older and purer than the black mud.

On the cover were only three simple ancient seal script characters—’The Book of Life and Death’.

This was not the subsidiary volume held by the Judge, which could only cross out the lifespans of Mortals.

This was the master index.

The master index that recorded all things in heaven and earth, gods, demons, ghosts, Karma, and Reincarnation.

The God of Exorcism extended a finger like a jade pillar and slowly, gracefully turned the first page.

”Since things have come to this, I shall settle some Karma along the way.”

The God of Exorcism’s voice was not loud, but it struck Zeus’s ears like a thunderclap.

”The Lord of Mount Olympus in the West... Zeus?”

As the God of Exorcism spoke, he inexplicably produced a vermilion brush from somewhere and lightly tapped above that name, frowning slightly as if calculating something.

”Hiss...”

The God of Exorcism shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of official coldness. ”I observe that your head is covered in Death Qi, and your divine throne is collapsing. This fate... I fear it has run its course.”

The instant this brush stroke landed.

Crack.

An extremely subtle cracking sound, yet one that caused the entire Western Divine Realm to feel Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, rang out abruptly.

Zeus suddenly clutched his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief.

A drop of golden Divine Blood slowly trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Merely by having the other party hold that tattered book, glance at it, and utter a name.

The Divine Spark of this God King who had ruled the Western Divine Realm for countless years had actually cracked!

”You... What are you trying to do?!”

A trace of panic finally entered Zeus’s voice. He felt his life force being forcibly pulled by the invisible threads of Karma from the black booklet.

The God of Exorcism grinned.

Although he was incomparably majestic now, this smile still reminded everyone of the gluttonous man in the red robe from before.

”What am I doing?”

The God of Exorcism lifted the vermilion brush and waved it lightly in mid-air. ”Nothing else. I am currently expanding the Underworld, as you can see. We are short of manpower for paving roads and filling pits.”

”I see that your mountain has quite a few wandering souls. How about... they all come down to serve as forced labor?”