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

Then Qin He reached out and clasped his hands together, and the body parts slowly coalesced in mid-air.

Good, it's basically complete, piecing together the image of the green-robed cultivator. This can be considered as the corpse being cleansed.

The next moment, lotus fire burst forth from the green-robed cultivator's body, like a ball of paper wrapping a fire, which was then burned through by the flames. In just a dozen breaths, it was completely extinguished.

If Qin He hadn't extinguished the lotus fire beforehand, there probably wouldn't even be ashes left.

The terror of this lotus fire surpasses even that of the Samadhi True Fire.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a different kind of fire derived from a fire seed.

However, at this moment, something quite unexpected happened to Qin He.

A hazy vision appeared before my eyes as a gray curtain slowly fell, and shadow puppets performed, seemingly real yet illusory—this was the life of the deceased.

The cultivator in the green robe was named Shen Zhao.

He was born in an inconspicuous small town in the Eastern Continent. His parents were ordinary cultivators who made a living by guarding the spirit fields for the city lord's mansion.

Shen Zhao showed remarkable talent from a young age. He opened his meridians at the age of five, established his foundation at the age of ten, and entered the Dao Palace Realm at the age of twenty. He was considered a genius that was only seen once in a thousand years in the small town.

Unfortunately, the town was too small to contain his ambition.

At the age of twenty, he left his hometown and went alone to the branch of the Divine Court in the Eastern Continent for assessment.

The Divine Court's examination was extremely cruel; out of 100,000 candidates, only three were ultimately selected.

Shen Zhao fought his way through the trials, and in the final round of assessment, despite being nearly dead, he defeated three geniuses from major sects and managed to squeeze into the gates of the Divine Court.

After entering the Divine Court, he was assigned to the Merit Department's Territory Bureau, starting as a low-level servant.

The Merit Department has strict rules and clear hierarchy. To climb the ranks, in addition to strength, one must also have enough merit.

Knowing that he came from a humble background and had no connections, Shen Zhao could only start carrying out missions like crazy: suppressing evil cultivators, eliminating heretics, escorting priests, and even volunteering to go to the most dangerous battlefield to exterminate demons.

Over two hundred years, he rose from a lowly servant to the position of Inspector of the Merit Department, responsible for the merit order of several counties in the Eastern Continent, and his strength also reached the Great Realm of the Other Shore.

In the past two hundred years, he has witnessed too much darkness.

The Divine Court, in its pursuit of weapon forging, indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people.

Some priests appear compassionate on the surface, but secretly collude with evil practitioners to amass merit.

Even his once-respected superior, in a mission, sacrificed the lives of his entire squad in order to seize a merit artifact.

Shen Zhao's heart gradually grew cold under the repeated impacts of reality.

He began to realize that the Divine Court was not as virtuous as he had imagined.

So-called order is nothing more than rules set by the strong.

So-called merit is nothing more than a tool used by the Divine Court to control cultivators.

But he had no choice.

Everything he does is under the control of the Divine Court.

He can only keep climbing, until he's high enough to take control of himself.

Another century has passed, and he has become one of the youngest inspectors in the Merit Department.

Just when he thought he could finally see hope, something happened that completely changed his fate.

During one of his inspections, he unexpectedly discovered a shocking secret—someone within the Divine Court was secretly creating "Merit Puppets."

The so-called merit puppet is a living person who is used as a vessel to forcibly pour a huge amount of merit into the body, and then the soul is sealed with a secret method, making it a puppet that only obeys commands.

This practice is extremely cruel and seriously violates the order of the divine court.

Some things, once known, become a disaster.

The silencing came so quickly that he had almost no time to react.

His soul was forcibly extracted, half of which was sealed into the Merit Puppet, while the other half was cast into reincarnation, never to be reborn.

His body, however, had all his memories erased, and he became a puppet inspector of the Merit Department.

From the outside, he appears no different from before and is able to make all normal reactions.

But a puppet is still a puppet; he may raise objections, but he will not disobey orders.

The "master" he served was Wei Canglan.

Until he met Qin He.

In that battle, he appeared to have been killed by Qin He.

But in reality, it was just a last vestige of his self-awareness, a final struggle before he died.

He used his death to break free from the control of the divine court.

In a sense, I've finally found liberation.

The end of the shadow puppet show is an endless darkness.

The shadow lamps captured the soul, the judgment weighed the weight, and the man in black robes spoke: "A hundred years of merit, a hundred years of dust, a body of iron, half a god. If you ask what I wish for in this life, I only wish for the green lamp to illuminate the old friends."

As the shadow puppet show ended and the gray-white curtain slowly fell away, a new cultivation technique appeared in Qin He's mind.

Merit and virtue manifest.

Merit Manifestation: By cultivating this method, all worldly merits will manifest in your sea of ​​consciousness, and you will be a god descended to earth.

Qin He was immediately puzzled.

Why would this monk in green robes perform shadow puppetry?

All those in the Divine Court retain a fragment of their soul within the Divine Court, enabling them to be resurrected after death.

Those who are not dead are not considered the deceased and therefore do not participate in shadow puppetry.

But the green-robed cultivator did have it.

This means that he is dead.

Qin He looked at the black demon banner in his sleeve and asked, "Long Qingyun, what kind of person would give up the right to resurrection granted by the Divine Court?"

Long Qingyun's soul image emerged from within the banner, his voice tinged with a hint of disbelief and doubt, saying, "Unless this person has been possessed."