Supreme Emperor of Swords

The light from the Divine Mirror beaming down covered King Qinguang. Under the divine light, his body was still as crystal clear as jade and there was a trace of faint yellow Chaotic Aura. The gray power of sin which was a little at first almost disappeared.

Ding Hao nodded with satisfaction.

This meant that during this period of time, King Qinguang didn’t do evil as the head of the first hall among the ten halls of the Hell Path but carefully abided by his duty. The faint yellow Chaotic Aura in his body should be the legendary Virtue Energy.

King Qinguang was guarding the River of Forgetfulness and Karma Mirror, judging good and evil and converting the dead. He had great virtue by doing these. It was within Ding Hao’s expectations that he could cultivate Virtue Energy.

“Well, you have done a great job. Thank you for your hard work,” Ding Hao said with a smile.

Hearing this, King Qinguang was thrilled. Everything he had done was finally recognized by Ding Hao, which was more exciting than any reward.

Ding Hao looked at the huge and wide black river.

In the river, the dense Spirit of the Dead rising and falling looked like pieces of black logs. They flowed with the river without any spirits.

It seemed that there was more Spirit of the Dead in the river than the last time he was here.

How could this be?

Logically speaking, he had absorbed plenty of Spirit of the Dead in the Towering Buddha Pagoda, but there was still a limit. If King Qinguang handled it well, the amount would only be smaller instead of larger. Could it be…

“Master, since you came here last time, I don’t know why the number of ghosts in the River of Forgetfulness began to increase gradually. I have tried day and night but can barely maintain a clear river in front of the Karma Mirror…” King Qinguang said hurriedly.

Ding Hao nodded and said, “I got it.”

“Perhaps the souls of the dead in the outside world would come here incessantly once the Hell Path was opened?”

If that was the case, King Qinguang alone definitely wouldn’t be able to judge all the Spirit of the Dead if this situation continued. He must have been seized every minute to do the trial day and night.

It was time to find him some helpers.

“You’re the head of a hall, so you need to have underlings,” Ding Hao pointed to the ghosts in the River of Forgetfulness and said, “Take 1,000 Spirt of the Dead who were good people before death from the netherworld and record them in the list of the first hall. They are ghost servants who will help you to judge good and evil.”

Before his voice died away-

The rumbling sound of the law spread in the sky.

In this world, like last time, Ding Hao’s words were the law.

King Qinguang was stunned. Suddenly, there was more information in his body. A small crimson thread-bound book was in his hand. This book was not made of gold or silver. He didn’t know what material it was made of, but it was extraordinary light but extremely tough and contained traces of a strange divine aura.

On the cover of the small book, there were three quaint black words-

Ghost Servants Record.

The three words were shining with black light, containing majestic power.

King Qinguang carefully flipped through the book and noticed that there were one thousand pages. Each page only had the name of a servant, and many other mysteries were hard to understand in a short period of time. However, he could feel that this small book was not just a simple register but something similar to a weapon.

According to Ding Hao’s instructions, King Qinguang controlled the Karma Mirror to find a crystal clear corpse without any stains under the light of the Divine Mirror in the River of Forgetfulness. He then took it out from the river.

The moment when a corpse came out of the water, the Ghost Servant Record would automatically shoot out a black light and envelop the corpse’s soul. The next moment, on the first page of the Ghost Servant Record, a name quietly appeared like a watermark. It even recorded its past life, cause of death and so on. It also judged its proportion of good and evil.

King Qinguang opened his mouth wide in shock.

“Only a divine weapon could observe one’s past life. Could it be that the thin book of ‘Ghost Messengers of Hell’ in my hand was comparable to a divine weapon?” King Qinguang thought.

He also felt that when the name of the Spirit of the Dead appeared on the “Ghost Servant Record”, he could control everything about the ghost servant. With a thought, he could even make its divine soul fly away and never reincarnate.

“Subordinate greets King Qinguang!” The ghost servant kneeled down and bowed.

He was in a torn white shirt. With a long and thin face, he looked a little ugly and didn’t look like a good person, but the Mirror of Sin would not lie. When he was alive, he must have been a great kind person, so his soul body was crystal clear after death.

His name was registered on the record. Ding Hao and Qin Guangwang didn’t need to explain anything. This servant had already understood the cause and effect as well as his identity and duty.

Looking at his half-tangible body condensing slowly, his eyes sparkled with excitement. Death should be the end of everything, but unexpectedly he could cultivate after death. The chance to return to cultivation was never seen before. For anyone, it was a great opportunity.

“One thousand ghost servants can be recorded in the Ghost Servant Record. Once their names are written on it, you can control everything about them. If someone breaks the rules, he will no longer have the chance to enter the River of Forgetfulness, and his soul will be directly shattered. You can choose those servants you want.” Ding Hao said slowly, “In the future, as your cultivation improves, the quota of the Ghost Servant Record can be increased.”

“Thank you, Master.” King Qinguang was rejoicing.

These days, there were more and more ghosts in the River of Forgetfulness, so he was really busy. It didn’t matter if he was tired, but he was afraid that he would fail to live up to Ding Hao’s trust and make him a little worried. Now that he had the record, things would be much easier in the future.

Ding Hao nodded and was about to say something, but he was suddenly stunned. It looked like he sensed something.

“I’ll leave for a while. You’ll be in charge of everything here.” As his voice fell, Ding Hao slowly rose into the air and instantly reached thousands of meters high.

King Qinguang and the ghost servant kneeled down to respectfully send him off.

Ding Hao’s eyes suddenly fell on the black river below, seeing the surging river passing the Karma Mirror to nowhere. It seemed that there was no end to the water.

After all, the Hell Path was just opened, so it wasn’t systematic.

A thought appearing in his mind, Ding Hao suddenly stroked the void with his fingers.

The sound of thunder and lightning cracked the sky. Countless bolts of silver lightning danced like silver snakes and almost covered the previous dark sky. King Qinguang and the servant ghost were dumbfounded when they saw this scene which looked like creating a world. This was definitely not an ordinary magical power.

“Open!”

Ding Hao shouted in a low voice.

His words were the law.

The vast and mighty River of Forgetfulness, after passing through the Karma Mirror, suddenly split into nine streams. It wound like dragons hidden on the black ground, flowing in different directions.

The River of Forgetfulness was divided into nine parts.

In Ding Hao’s imagination, the nine rivers flowed to the other nine halls respectively. As for how to realize this, he didn’t have a detailed plan yet. After all, except for the first hall, the other nine halls had not been completed. There was only one hall now, so it was obviously impossible to fully fulfill the function of hell.

However, now that there were nine branches, it was at least more convenient for King Qinguang to reward the good and punish the evil.

After doing all of this, under the shocked and admiring gazes of King Qinguang and the ghost servant, the silver lightning all over the sky slowly dissipated. Then, a pale red vortex suddenly appeared and the void barrier gradually became transparent. Through the vortex, one could vaguely see a strange world. Ding Hao’s figure flashed and disappeared into the pale red vortex.

The vortex disappeared.

Everything in the Hell Path was back to normal.

King Qinguang and the ghost servant knelt on the ground for a long time and respectfully saw Ding Hao off. They did not know where Ding Hao had gone. That was obviously not something within their scope of knowledge and understanding.

“Where is this place?”

Ding Hao looked at the strange world in front of him.

Just now, when he was in Hell Path, Ding Hao vaguely felt a strange aura. Some strange information appeared in his mind. It was as if the information had been buried in his brain, but he did not notice it. It just suddenly showed up at that moment.

The information was about the world in front of him.

It was a strange world that was almost adjacent to the Hell Path. Ding Hao instinctively knew that he could shuttle between these two worlds at will.

That was why he came here as soon as possible.

Looking out, he could see undulating mountains and beautiful forests around. In the distance, the sunset was as red as blood, dyeing the land within a radius of ten million miles red. When the wind blew, the forest waved like a surging sea of blood. In the distance, the roar of wild beasts could be heard. The whole land was vast, mysterious and beautiful.

Compared with the dead and silent Hell Path everywhere, this world was attractive and lively. If Hell Path was a Death World, then the world in front of him was paradise.

“Is this the immortal land? No, no…” Ding Hao denied his speculation.

He still clearly remembered the moment when he used the rusted sword and the devil saber to crush the Heavenly Demon Temple, the army from the Demon Buffalo Sect in Black Mountain and senior masters in the saint realm. After that, he was automatically taken into the chessboard formation in the mysterious cave and transmitted out of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect by the Sky-fleeing Stone Key.

If the supreme beings of the two clans were right, then he should have been transmitted to the legendary immortal land.

However, the place where he had reached was the Hell Path.