After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The runes within the Black Demon Banner gradually lost their demonic aura, and Master Ziyang's soul lay paralyzed in the net, no longer even having the strength to tremble.

Everything that could be said and should be said has been said, and if you ask any further questions, all that's left is repeated wailing and pleading.

Qin He flicked his finger, and the black energy on the banner surged, pressing the wisp of golden soul shadow into its base and imprisoning it. He retrieved the Black Demon Banner, his gaze returning to the Azure Wood Demon Flame in his palm. The crimson flame, wrapped in tender green shoots, was slowly absorbing and releasing life force.

"Three days is enough time to refine it."

Long Qingyun's voice carried a warning, "Don't be greedy. The life law of the Azure Wood Demon Flame is domineering, and it can backfire on your soul if you're not careful."

Qin He didn't respond, but turned and walked into a secret room deep inside the city lord's mansion.

The floor of the secret chamber was engraved with a spirit-gathering array that had been prepared beforehand. He sat down cross-legged and placed the Azure Wood Demon Flame between his eyebrows. The primordial laws, interwoven with gold and black, slowly surged out and wrapped around the flame like silk threads.

On the first day, flames surged within the secret chamber. The Southern Bright Fire leaped from the dantian, confronting the Azure Wood Demon Flame in the sea of ​​consciousness. Crimson and azure intertwined, and the collision of the laws of fire caused the rocks on the four walls of the secret chamber to crack and heal repeatedly.

The primordial laws acted as a bridge, forcefully smoothing out the conflicting forces between the two demonic flames and guiding their origins to slowly merge.

This sudden discovery excited Qin He. The Primal Law could actually affect the two flames. He needed to study it carefully later.

The next day, life was in the air.

The emerald buds within the Azure Wood Demon Flame became increasingly clear, and pure life force surged into the meridians along the primordial laws. Qin He's demonic aura gradually subsided, replaced by a dragon-like and tiger-like vital energy.

His eyes, which were originally as cold as a deep pool, have become warmer, yet they still conceal a sharpness condensed from the laws of nature. His whole demeanor is strange, lacking both the violence of a pure demonic cultivator and the elegance of a holy cultivator, rather like a sharp blade hidden among the grass and trees.

On the morning of the third day, the secret room shook violently.

Qin He's body was covered in a surge of golden and black patterns, which resonated with the spirit-gathering array on the ground. Countless fire-attribute laws surged from the earth's veins, transforming into crimson light bands that wrapped around his body.

The bottleneck of the mid-stage of the Other Shore Realm was as fragile as paper, shattering instantly under the impact of the life force and primordial laws of the Azure Wood Demon Flame!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly into the secret chamber, and above the clouds, the phantom of laws intertwined with golden flames appeared, before quietly dissipating after a moment.

Qin He slowly opened his eyes, flicked his fingertip, and a wisp of crimson and blue flame leaped out, transforming into a burning green tree upon landing. The flame did not burn the wood, but instead nourished the branches to sprout, fully demonstrating the strange "birth and death from the same source" of the Green Wood Demon Flame.

When he stood up, the aura emanating from him was no different from that of the former Master Ziyang, except that this aura was mixed with the weight of the primordial laws, making it even more unfathomable.

"Send the order to summon the officials of the shrines of the thirty-six cities to come to the city lord's mansion for an audience three days from now at dawn."

Qin He entered the main hall, and flames suddenly ignited around him, concealing his figure, leaving only a hoarse and violent voice that was exactly the same as that of Master Ziyang.

The guards in the manor were already terrified by the previous fight. Upon hearing this, they immediately bowed and accepted the order, not even daring to look up at the raging flames.

Three days later, the noise outside the main hall of the city lord's mansion gradually subsided.

Thirty-six temple officials filed in, each dressed in a standard official robe, carrying various offerings in their hands, their steps so slow they were almost tiptoeing.

The leaders looked grave, their eyes glancing at the mess in the hall—the marks left by Qin He and Master Ziyang's fight—but none dared to ask a single question.

"Greetings, Venerable One!"

The thirty-six men knelt down, their heads bowed low, their voices respectful yet trembling almost imperceptibly.

Among them were many elders of prominent families and city officials, but they didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of Master Ziyang.

In the past, this evil god would burn down people's residences for offerings that were not good enough. Even worse, some people had their cultivation destroyed just for a single explanation. No one in the thirty-six cities of Changyang Prefecture had not suffered his oppression.

"Get up."

A voice rang out from the flames, carrying the pressure of a mid-stage Other Shore Realm expert. The air in the hall instantly froze, and fire patterns faintly appeared on the ground.

Everyone quickly stood up, still standing with their heads bowed, no one daring to look directly at the flickering crimson flame.

With a flick of his finger, Qin He sent a half-foot-tall statue flying from his palm and landing on the table in the center of the main hall.

He was a young man sitting cross-legged on the back of a blue ox, wearing a bamboo hat with the brim covering half of his face, revealing only his sharply defined jawline.

The young man was dressed in a dark robe with faint gold and black patterns embroidered on the hem. Unlike the statues in the shrine, which were surrounded by holy light and had a majestic face, he carried a sense of worldly experience. The blue ox's eyes were gentle and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Everyone's gaze fell on the statue, and their expressions instantly became one of surprise and uncertainty.

Someone glanced up discreetly and exchanged a puzzled look with the person next to them—adding an image to a shrine is a momentous event, not to mention a barren place like Changyang County, even a major city in the upper realm would require the decree of the divine court to carry it out, so this move was too abrupt.

“Your Excellency, this…” An elderly man in a brocade robe couldn’t help but speak up. He was the shrine official of Qingfeng City and the most senior among them. “Adding statues to the shrine requires reporting to the Divine Court. We…”

Before the words were even finished, the oppressive atmosphere in the hall suddenly surged!

The crimson law of fire bound the old man like chains. He instantly felt his soul being suppressed, his breathing becoming labored, and his meridians aching under the scorching heat of the fire law.

Qin He's voice came from the flames, as cold as ice: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't."

The old man turned pale and immediately knelt down, begging for forgiveness: "I know I was wrong! I will never dare to do it again!"

Qin He withdrew his oppressive aura, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying an undeniable forcefulness: "You only need to do as instructed, place them in the corners of the shrines in each city, and share the offerings with the statues of gods. Remember, do it quietly and do not make a fuss about it to outsiders."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt relieved and suddenly realized what was going on.

It was an open secret that the high-ranking officials of the Divine Court privately divided up merits.

Those important figures only need to make a little effort to accumulate merit through the incense offerings of the temple, and as long as they do it discreetly, the divine court will not investigate further.

Master Ziyang must have curried favor with some high-ranking official to dare to allow them to place the statue.

Once they understood the crux of the matter, the surprise and doubt on everyone's faces vanished, replaced by fawning respect.

"Understood! I will handle this matter properly and will not dare to leak a single word!"

"We will return to the city immediately and set up the statue overnight to ensure that the incense continues to burn!"

Looking at everyone's expressions, Qin He's lips curled into a subtle smile.

He waved his hand, and dozens of fire-attribute spiritual materials flew out of his storage ring and landed on the table in front of everyone. Among them were fire crystals, flame grass, and even a few fire spirit stones containing fragments of laws.

"These things are a reward for you."

Qin He's voice carried a hint of coldness, "If you handle it quickly and discreetly, there will be a hefty reward. If anything goes wrong, not only will you die, but your entire clan will be implicated."

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly when they saw the spiritual materials on the table. These spiritual materials were nothing to Master Ziyang of the Other Shore Realm, but they were rare treasures to the shrine officials, whose realms were mostly at the Dao Palace Realm and Divine Bridge Realm.

"Your subordinates obey orders and will certainly handle this matter properly!" The thirty-six men knelt down again, their tone becoming even more respectful, and their attitude towards the statue also showed more awe.

Qin He waved his hand, signaling them to step back.

Watching the figures of everyone hurriedly leaving with the spiritual materials, the figure in the flames slowly dissipated.

"It went more smoothly than expected," Long Qingyun's voice came. "However, the Divine Court only patrols once every three years. If they discover the statue, we will both be exposed."

Qin He walked to the table, his fingertips tracing the bamboo hat of the statue, the gold and black lines in his eyes flowing: "Three years is enough."

The heavens of the divine court will surely be cracked by this statue hidden in the corner of the shrine.