Red Maple Forest

"The mountains are high and the Jade Emperor is far away. Besides, no one in this world upholds justice by slaying demons."

Yin Ming no longer agonized over whether it was evil or not.

Without the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the land beneath his feet buried countless lingering remnants of the dead.

There were Abyss Demons, Extraordinary Magic Beasts, and, failing that, Warlocks and Wizards. High-grade undead resources were plentiful enough that he had not fallen so low as to kill people and seize their souls.

Nor did he consider the path of the undead some crooked side road. Taken to its ultimate extreme, it might not be unable to establish supremacy and become an ancestor. He could even say something like, "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and souls return to Houtu."

But right now, the most urgent issue was—there were not enough undead. The White-Bone Soul Banner could not display its true power.

He urgently needed to replenish his undead—more precisely, a vast number of high-quality, intelligent undead.

As long as the undead processing plant had enough undead workers, it could refine more Divine Jade Bones.

Only once the banner bones had taken shape could they imprison more undead. Only with a sufficiently vast undead base could powerful undead be nurtured.

In all of Hell Valley, the only place that could supply this resource was Red Maple Forest, where demon materials were dismantled.

"..."

Yin Ming pushed open the door and formally ended this period of secluded cultivation.

The unrest had been quelled, and everything had become orderly once more. So long as no one mentioned the Abyss Sunshine Project or related terms, everyone could maintain a kind and friendly attitude.

There were far fewer idlers wandering the streets. The Flame-Burners Association had completely taken over