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

Qin He leaned against the vermilion railing of the city lord's mansion terrace, his fingertips twirling a wisp of golden light of merit. The golden light was as warm as jade, yet golden and black law patterns were faintly visible between his fingers.

"Is the Divine Court truly making no move at all?" He looked up at the sky, where the oppressive aura of the Divine Court that had once lingered above the clouds had long since dissipated.

The black demon banner fluttered from his sleeve, and Long Qingyun's soul shadow flickered among the blood-red patterns on the banner: "What's the rush? In the eyes of the Divine Court, Changyang County is not even worth a speck of dust." He paused, his soul light condensing, "Those high and mighty gods are only focused on breakthroughs in the Imperial Dao Realm and the gathering of the demonic fire's origin. Why would they care about the merit fluctuations of the mortal shrine? Besides, you've cut off the shrine officials' reporting channels. Even if they wanted to notice, they would have to wait until the inspection three years later."

Qin He chuckled softly, and a golden light flicked from his fingertip, transforming into a thin stream that flowed into the direction of the shrine below.

Over the past three months, the merit and spiritual power of the shrines in the thirty-six cities have flowed like trickles into the sea, and the membrane of merit and spiritual power on his body has become increasingly thick and dense. The fusion of his demonic shell and holy soul has also gradually improved. However, although the spiritual power of mortals is vast, it is scattered and weak. To truly solidify the foundation of their faith, they still need to rely on cultivators.

"Pass down the order: anyone who prays sincerely and whose cultivation is above the Dao Palace Realm will be granted a chance to comprehend the laws." Qin He's voice traveled with the wind to the outside of the mansion, reaching the ears of the waiting guards.

As soon as these words were spoken, within three days, cultivators in Changyang County flocked to the shrines in various cities like madmen.

At the Qingfeng City Shrine, a cultivator in a gray robe knelt before a statue of a bull-riding figure, his expression one of near-fanatical devotion. His name was Lin Yan, and he had been stuck at the peak of the Dao Palace Realm for many years, failing several times to break through to the Divine Bridge Realm. Upon hearing of the statue's miraculous appearance, he rushed over from a hundred miles away overnight.

As soon as the prayer ended, a stream of information, interwoven with gold and black, entered his sea of ​​consciousness—it was Qin He's condensed understanding of the Thunder and Wind Laws. Although it was only a fragment, it precisely broke through the shackles in his cultivation.

Lin Yan trembled violently, wind and lightning patterns appearing out of thin air around him, and he broke through to the Divine Bridge Realm on the spot. He kowtowed fiercely, not even noticing the blood flowing from his forehead: "Thank you for your enlightenment, Immortal Venerable! This disciple is willing to travel the world and erect a statue for you!"

For the next two weeks, similar scenes played out repeatedly in the thirty-six cities.

Those cultivators who gained insights into the laws or rudimentary techniques, carrying small statues of Qin He, embarked on journeys to other continents. Some traveled alone, others in groups, spreading the news of the "Immortal Venerable Riding an Ox manifesting" to every place they passed through.

Qin He sat in the secret chamber, his eyes closed, and could sense countless prayers surging in from all directions. At first, they came from neighboring counties, but later they even came from the ice plains of the Northern Continent and the miasma forests of the Southern Continent. Although the spiritual power was weak, it was still clearly discernible, even though they were hundreds of thousands of miles apart.

“Cultivators are indeed the best mouthpieces.” Long Qingyun’s voice carried a hint of admiration. “At this rate, in less than a year, half the world will have your faith.”

Qin He didn't reply. A wisp of Azure Wood Demon Flame condensed at his fingertips, intertwining with the golden light of merit. He could clearly sense that the prayers of those in the distance had been mixed with a faint resonance of the laws—a sign that their faith was connected to his own fundamental laws.

Another half month passed, and the cultivator responsible for gathering intelligence on the Divine Court sent back a message.

"Master, it seems that the Divine Court has ceased its activities." The cultivator knelt in the main hall, speaking respectfully. "The main god's avatar of the Fire God Temple has already returned to the Upper Realm, and the troops of the Divine Punishment Division have also withdrawn to their respective strongholds. Even the fluctuations of the Sky-Searching Mirror have disappeared."

A flash of golden-black light appeared in Qin He's eyes: "Are you sure?"

“I personally went to the Divine Court’s stronghold in the Eastern Continent, only to find that there were very few cultivators left behind. When I asked about this matter, they only said, ‘There are orders from above that there is no need to investigate further.’”

After the cultivators left, Long Qingyun's soul image floated out: "It seems that the Divine Court has really given up the investigation. Perhaps they have something more important to do."

Qin He stood up, and the merit light membrane around him slowly receded into his body: "Never mind them, let's get down to business first."

He rearranged the secret chamber, engraving primordial law array patterns on the floor, with fire crystals and wood-attribute spiritual materials embedded at the array's core. Then, with a flick of his hand, two demonic flames appeared out of thin air—the Southern Bright Fire was azure like a Vermilion Bird spreading its wings, while the Azure Wood Demon Flame was crimson, wrapped in tender green buds. As soon as they appeared, the space of the secret chamber began to distort slightly.

"Be careful, even the main god of the Fire God Temple perished because of this." Long Qingyun's voice suddenly became serious. "The fundamental laws of the two demonic flames are contradictory, and if we are not careful, they will blow through the earth's veins."

Qin He nodded, his fingertips forming a hand seal, and the primordial laws, like golden and black threads, slowly wrapped around the two demonic flames.

At first, the two demonic flames trembled violently. The Vermilion Bird Law of the Southern Bright Fire carried the power to burn the heavens, while the Life Law of the Azure Wood Demon Flame resisted fiercely. At the point where the crimson and blue flames collided, golden cracks of the law appeared, and the rocks on the four walls of the secret chamber were instantly scorched into ashes.

"Hold on! Use the Primal Law to bring their origins into contact!" Long Qingyun shouted urgently.

Qin He took a deep breath, and the golden-black pillar of light within his dantian surged. The Primal Law transformed into a bridge, forcefully smoothing out the conflicting forces of the two demonic flames. He could clearly sense that the origin of the Southern Bright Fire contained the ferocity of the Vermilion Bird, while the origin of the Azure Wood Demon Flame was an inexhaustible life force. Under the guidance of the Primal Law, the two began to slowly intertwine.

In an instant, all the array patterns in the secret chamber lit up, and the fire and wood elemental laws from the earth's veins surged in wildly, transforming into crimson and azure light bands that swirled around the demonic fire. Above the sky, illusory images of laws intertwined with golden fire appeared, and the clouds sizzled as they were burned, yet under the nourishment of the life force law, they condensed into glistening raindrops.

This is not a simple collision of energy, but a fusion at the level of laws.