My Turn at Last!

The night wind howled, cutting across his face like knives.

Fang Mo was carried in Monkey's hand, and all he saw was the scenery before him racing backward, the prosperous nightscape of the Divine Capital turning into streaks of flowing light.

Monkey looked lean and wiry, yet his speed was terrifying. He moved across the densely layered rooftops as though walking on level ground, crossing several streets in just a few breaths.

Was this the strength of the Demon Suppression Division?

Fang Mo was inwardly horrified.

He had only just entered the Qi and Blood Realm and had thought he finally possessed the means to stand on his own, yet before these people, he was still like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Before long, a strange scent—a thick mixture of bloody smell and medicinal herbs—drilled into his nostrils.

Monkey brought him down from the roof of a grand building and landed steadily before an enormous bronze gate.

Above the gate hung a black plaque, upon which three grand characters were written in gold paint—Demon Suppression Division.

The strokes carried an aura of iron-blooded slaughter that inspired fear at a glance.

When the Demon Suppression Division captains guarding the entrance saw Monkey, they immediately bowed. "Lord Monkey."

Monkey smugly raised his chin and strode inside with Fang Mo in hand.

The interior of the Demon Suppression Division was entirely unlike the austere government offices Fang Mo had imagined.

This place resembled more a colossal war fortress built of steel and runes.

Demon Suppression captains hurried everywhere, their Sha Qi pressing down on all around them, while the air brimmed with tense oppression.

The walls displayed specimens of savage demon heads, and dark brown bloodstains still lingered on the ground.

After passing through several courtyards, a heavy bloody smell mixed with some indescribable rank stench rushed at him, threaded with the scents of sulfur and decay.

This was the underground prison of the Demon Suppression Division.

Unlike the Heavenly Prison where Fang Mo's father worked, where at least some of the inmates were human, those imprisoned here... were not human.

Clang!

The iron gate of a damp, dark cell opened. Monkey casually tossed Fang Mo inside as if throwing away a sack of rubbish.

"Little brother, you'll have to put up with this place tonight. Once Boss is in a better mood, he'll naturally come interrogate you."

After saying that, Monkey bared a mouthful of yellow teeth in a grin, turned and locked the prison door, his footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Inside the cell, it was so dark one could not see their own fingers.

A moldy smell and a faint bloody smell filled the air. Water dripped in the corner—drip, drip—tapping against his tightly wound nerves.

Fang Mo climbed up from the icy ground and patted the dust from his clothes. Rather than showing the slightest fear, an impatient smile appeared on his face.

Finally... I'm alone!

He eagerly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into his body.

The next instant, the world spun around him!

When his consciousness cleared again, he was already within that Blood-Colored World.

The sky was dark red, and the Great Earth was dark red, as though it had been soaked in the blood of countless gods and devils for hundreds of millions of years.

Fang Mo drew a deep breath. Even the air here carried a sweet, bloody tang like rust, making him feel incomparably close and comfortable.

Fang Mo's gaze was immediately drawn to the nearest cage.

It was the Demonic Cultivator Remnant Soul that had previously tried to possess Fang Mo!

At this moment, he no longer possessed his former arrogant, overbearing air.

The black qi comprising his body was constantly being worn away by the Blood-Colored Runes flashing across the cage, producing sizzling sounds. He twisted in agony, yet could not even let out a scream.

The Demonic Cultivator Remnant Soul seemed to sense Fang Mo's arrival as well. He abruptly lifted his head, and that face formed of black qi was filled with endless terror and venomous resentment.

"What is this place?! Let me out! Let me out!"

The mental waves he emitted were filled with hysterical panic.

A cruel curve rose at the corner of Fang Mo's lips. He ignored him and instead greedily surveyed this world that belonged to him.

With a thought from him, an ancient book woven from black mist and blood light quietly appeared in his hand.

On its cover, three incomparably domineering characters seemed to come alive—Record of Punishing Crimes!

Rustle—

The Record of Punishing Crimes flipped open to its first page without any wind.

Sin Prisoner Wang Ergou, titled Old Ancestor Black Mountain. At fifteen, he devoted himself to study, repeatedly failing the examinations. His family wealth was exhausted, so he turned to medicine. By chance, he obtained a fragmentary text and revered it as sacred doctrine.

He killed his brother and father, shared his wife and ate his children, refined the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, blood-sacrificed three towns, slaughtered more than thirteen thousand living beings. Fruitless Daoist happened to pass by, lowered his gaze slightly, and reduced him to a remnant soul, sealing him within the Demon Suppression Tower...

Fang Mo's eyes widened in shock. Fruitless Daoist? What level of strong practitioner was he, to kill a demonic cultivator who had blood-sacrificed three towns with merely a slight lowering of his gaze?

Ink spread across the Record of Punishing Crimes, and the writing began to change, eventually condensing into a seven-character quatrain!!!

At fifteen he sought learning, yet his aspirations went unfulfilled; His fortune spent, he turned to healing, then became a prisoner. A fragment he revered as scripture, slaughtering kin and old friends; The soul banner's blood sacrifice left hills of corpses across the wilds.

Fruitless lowered his gaze; retribution came at last; The cycle of Heaven's Dao itself would not let him escape. Beneath the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, vengeful spirits wept; Within the Demon Suppression Tower, karmic debts were repaid.

For the crimes of slaughtering the people, greed, and murdering kin...

Punishment...

Fang Mo stared at the blank space after the word "Punishment," his brow tightly furrowed. Punishment for what? At least make it clear. Don't tell me I'm supposed to write it myself?