And now, if one wishes to create a pure land for the Human Race.

The Array Dao might be the best direction.

Pills, arrays, artifact refining, and talisman crafting are the four dazzling Great Suns of the Hundred Skills of Cultivation.

The prosperity of the cultivation civilization is inseparable from these four paths.

Any one of them contains boundless knowledge; once mastered, even with low cultivation, one will hold significant status in the Cultivation Realm.

The Array Dao is the Great Dao created by cultivators observing the laws of heaven and earth.

It is famed for capturing the ingenuity of heaven and earth, nurturing the myriad ways of the world.

Perhaps, the Array Dao can purify this black factor.

Currently, there is a reward of Source Points for teaching the Demon Cultivation Path. If Jiang Ming establishes a force of the Human Race within the Endless Demon Realm, how many Source Points could he gain?

Source Points are the essential items Jiang Ming needs to acquire the highest-grade talent...

............

"My lord, cough cough, at long last, I’ve waited for you."

At a place in the Demon Realm, Jiang Ming saw Wuu Quan, who was injured again.

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrow.

He said, "What happened to you?"

"No problem, just injured by the Great Trickster."

"The Great Trickster?"

Just after Jiang Ming spoke.

The heavens changed, a twisted monster appeared in the sky.

It resembled a man nailed to a wooden pole, but in an instant, the surroundings seemed to sprout countless wooden poles.

On the poles were men and women of various shapes.

Their bodies were nailed tightly to the wood.

Blood flowed down.

But the expressions on their faces were one of delight.

"Exactly."

Jiang Ming suddenly said.

"Simulation Points and Spirit Points still need to be accumulated a bit more."

"At the Divine Capital, there’s not as much strangeness to harvest."

The next second, the Star Flame Sword was drawn.

A Great Sun rose from the land.

Countless evils were obliterated.

A Sword Immortal in green clothes emerged from the Great Sun.

The Three-foot Cyan Blade swung out.

A streak of red was etched into the heaven and earth.

Countless demons and evils on the ground were turned into powders.

Though Jiang Ming’s cultivation was too high, the most basic evils now contributed little.

In Wuu Quan’s stunned gaze, Jiang Ming plowed through the countless evils within tens of thousands of miles around.

Until a curse echoed from afar.

"Ancient Spirit, don’t go too far!"

Only then did Jiang Ming stop.

Just like in the Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm, where major forces had numerous tiny forces as buffers.

The buffer zones existed between the Great Lii ruled by the Ancient Spirit and several Ancestral Level anomalies nearby.

The Divine Treasure cultivators had explored these buffer zones over the years.

"Let’s go."

Jiang Ming flew at the front.

At this time, Wuu Quan looked at Jiang Ming with his gaze completely transformed.

Jiang Ming might feel it’s due to his strength.

Only Wuu Quan knew it’s because...

The power Jiang Ming wielded truly belonged to the Human Race!

The Human Race... the path ahead remains unbroken.

.........

"Young Master Jiang, what’s wrong?"

Wuu Quan saw Jiang Ming frowning, he couldn’t help but inquire.

Jiang Ming waved his hand, indicating it’s nothing.

Previously, Jiang Ming attempted to pass on the Path of Cultivation to two fated individuals.

The aptitude of Gong Xian and the other was not bad, but after searching locally, Jiang Ming only found their corpses.

Based on their bodies, their cultivation didn’t increase significantly.

Thus, directly spreading the Path of Cultivation is not feasible; this world does not have the soil for cultivating the Dao.

On the contrary, the Demon Cultivation Path... perhaps it could work.

Jiang Ming swept past one main city after another.

Main cities can be said to be the safest places in the Great Lii.

Yet, Jiang Ming still saw many strange auras inside, simply unknown to others.

Even though the Great Lii is nominally land controlled by humans, in this Endless Demon Realm, it’s still inevitably subject to strange erosion.

However, upon reaching the areas guarded by the thirty-five main cities, nominally the first main city of the Great Lii, the Vermilion Bird Divine Capital’s Capital Region, the quantity of demons and anomalies sharply declined.

But simultaneously, Jiang Ming sensed some unusual aura in these areas.

This aura...

Beam with righteous grandeur, yet... just like a piece of rotted wood painted with gold, internally decayed.

"Who goes there!"

A dozen monks, bare-chested, surrounded Jiang Ming and Wuu Quan.

These muscular men, undeniably burly, but Jiang Ming could see their heads... are empty.

Yet their eyes sparkled, visibly spirited.

Jiang Ming looked up, it was a Divine Hall.

Inside the hall, a main seat was revered, a King Tota with eyes wide, majestic, with a cloak behind seemingly depicting the masses.

Inside the hall were countless believers.

The believers only glanced curiously at the two, then paid no more attention, continuing to kneel before the statue.

Jiang Ming reached out, wanting to touch the statue.

Everyone inside the hall looked at the two.

The monks were about to explode.

"Audacious, I am the Night Watcher, who dares to be reckless!" Wuu Quan glared, pulling out a token, his aura surged, breaking the eerie silence.

The monks’ bravado immediately subdued.

The entire hall returned to normal.

The Night Watcher is a high-ranking member of the Night Watchers.

The Night Watchers are the violent institution by the Chaofeng Pavilion within the Great Lii dealing with demons and ghosts.

And the Chaofeng Pavilion is nominally directly under the Phoenix Ancestor.

An elder with white hair tied into a braid slowly emerged from the back of the hall.

The elder said, "Layperson, please leave, the Divine Sect is a sacred place, not for noise."

The elder, as the hall master, equivalent to the temple’s abbot.

Although the elder’s tone was soft, his will was resolutely firm.

Wuu Quan glanced, seeing Jiang Ming lacked further intention to act, cupped his fist, and took Jiang Ming away.

"Don’t you Night Watchers have a high status in the Great Lii?"

Walking along the street.

Wuu Quan heard Jiang Ming’s query by his ear.

"Yes, we Night Watchers are composed of elites from Chaofeng Pavilion, recruiting celestial prides nationwide."

"Authorized by Phoenix Ancestor, handling demons, ghosts, and anomalies causing trouble within the Great Lii..."

"But fallen spirits fall into four categories, spirit monsters... are beyond our authority."

Wuu Quan was somewhat powerless.

"Oh?" Jiang Ming instead became interested.

Spirit Monsters?

Those are beings the ignorant mountain folk call deities.

Yet the Great Lii...

"Naturally, it’s the Twelve True Gods, the Twelve True Gods are the mightiest amongst the numerous True Gods canonized by the Great Lii."

"They, alongside the Phoenix Ancestor, protect the masses from external demonic threats."

"Simultaneously, they are also the supervisors of all spirit monsters within the Great Lii."

"Even when encountering rebellious spirit monsters, we can only report to the local True God, handled by those canonized by the Imperial Court."

"The Capital Region’s serenity, aside from the Divine Capital, is also due to the presence of the Twelve True Gods’ divine halls within the Capital Region."

"Even as Night Watchers, even our chief can only be on par with the Twelve Main Gods, without jurisdiction over them."

Jiang Ming nodded, saying, "Your True Gods indeed have some skills."

The Capital Region, peaceful and harmonious, civilians live and work in peace.

If only looking at the surface.

A clear light flashed in Jiang Ming’s eyes.

He could see each being on the streets, each farmer in the fields, even those cats and dogs, had an invisible thread rising into the sky, unseen at its source...

The two conversed, soon they reached the Divine Capital.

Great Lii, Vermilion Bird Divine Capital!

The two soared through the air, looking down, the sprawling architecture extended endlessly, barely visible at the borders to mortal eyes.

The city walls were small, as the Divine Capital required no defense against nocturnal evils.

The Divine Capital was thriving.

Jiang Ming walked through this.

A particular kind of ancient city prosperity.

Stalls lined the streets, and the populace appeared healthy.

Living conditions were excellent.

Suddently, the Vermilion Bird Bell rang, Bronze Vermilion Birds gazed at Jiang Ming.

Numerous cultivators in uniform appeared beside him, looking solemnly at the two.