The Buddhist faith boasts an unsurpassed divine power known as Divine Foot, or the Wish-Fulfilling Path. Where the heart desires, the body arrives.

Du Ruhui of the Zhuang Kingdom also mastered a divine ability called “Worlds Apart, Inches Away.” With a single step, heaven and earth shift, the ends of the world are brought within arm’s reach.

These two abilities may seem similar, but their foundations are entirely different.

The essence of the Wish-Fulfilling Path lies in the “heart,” the power of the mind transcending space.

The essence of “Worlds Apart, Inches Away” lies in “space,” a comprehension of spatial laws, transforming vast distances into mere inches.

Furthermore, when the Bone Lord descends by possessing a body, he also uses the Bone Gate to transport his followers across vast distances. However, this is different, essentially borrowing the path of the Netherworld, with the power of the Netherworld as the guiding force.

But the Blind Watchman’s arrival differs from all of these. He relies on the power of the nation-protecting array, without involving any divine abilities.

Otherwise, given the disparity in strength between City Lord and him, it would have been impossible to detect his appearance so quickly. It was simply that City Lord was attacking the light barrier of the nation-protecting array at the time, sensing the fluctuations in the array’s power.

After slaying Biancheng Lord and City Lord, the Blind Watchman turned his steps and appeared at the Gaoshi Clan in Jinghai.

At this moment, within the Gaoshi Clan grounds, King Equality was laughing wildly in the air, continuously bombarding with Daoist arts. Wherever his gaze fell, houses were destroyed, residents perished, and desolation reigned.

From beginning to end, the Jinghai Gaoshi Clan had not organized any effective resistance. This performance was utterly unworthy of the Gaoshi Clan’s reputation.

This further fueled King Equality’s arrogance.

They say the Qi Kingdom is strong, with experts as numerous as clouds, but now it seems to be nothing more than that!

At least in Jinghai Prefecture, there is not a single one who can fight.

“King Song!” he shouted arrogantly, “Let’s see who kills more!”

As his words fell, the Watchman carrying the white paper lantern arrived.

He appeared directly in front of King Equality, raised his hand, and simply pressed forward.

Countless thoughts arose in his mind, only to vanish in an instant.

King Equality’s laughter abruptly ceased, already dead at that moment!

The seemingly ancient Watchman turned slightly and faced another Yama of Hell Without Door.

Then he sensed a fist.

A savage, pure, and powerful fist.

From King Song of Hell Without Door!

Sensing the arrival of this unmatched powerhouse.

He did not choose to flee, nor would he kneel and beg for mercy.

He was the third-ranked Yama in Hell Without Door.

He was King Song.

Everyone in Hell Without Door is, to varying degrees, incompatible with this world. Rejecting the existing rules and order, they are also rejected by this world.

Just as Yin Guan said when he founded this organization, they are all a group of people for whom even hell refuses to open its doors.

Therefore, they transformed themselves into hell, so they styled themselves as Yama.

Paving the way for themselves, opening the door for themselves!

For King Song, this trip to Linzi left the deepest impression not on the moment they successfully killed Zhao Xuan, nor on when they fled Linzi, nor on the later experiences of being chased to the ends of the earth.

What he remembered most were the paper figures he made in Xiaolian Bridge.

That was another life.

A simple life, rooted in the dust of the world.

He realized that even after death, there were so many stories to tell, that serving the dead was like serving the living.

But at this moment, he was here.

He was King Song.

If King Qin dared to lure Yue Leng away alone, how could King Song not dare to face this suddenly appearing powerhouse?

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Five consecutive explosions rang out.

Then, four stars lit up in the distant sky, shining to the extreme in that instant, almost competing with the rising sun, but in the next moment, the firmament suddenly darkened.

The entire world within reach of the fist fell into an ink-black, inextricable “night.”

King Equality died in one exchange, so he could certainly recognize the terrifying gap between himself and his opponent.

But his terror lay in this—without rehearsal, without preparation, he directly detonated the Five Palaces and Four Towers, transforming his life’s brilliance into this one punch.

He knew he would die, but he would not allow himself to die silently like King Equality.

He was King Song!

In the endless undercurrents, his fist appeared.

Above and below, there was only this one fist.

Utterly firm and fierce, one fist to suppress the mountains and rivers!

Facing such a powerful fist.

A hand appeared.

A withered hand, with five fingers spread, reached into this dense, inextricable darkness, and covered that fist.

Like day covering night, like fire covering the sea,

That brilliant and powerful radiance was erased.

And then, it dawned.

The Watchman carrying the white paper lantern stood in the air, his feet not moving an inch.

And King Song, who stood on the ground like an iron tower, exploded from the inside out.

He still died without any surprises, without creating any miracles, not even causing ripples.

But among all the Yamas who had died so far, he was the only one who died by his own hand.

In a sense, he controlled his own destiny.

Even the Watchman, who had remained silent all the way, held up his white paper lantern and shone it on him.

At this moment, a very abrupt voice sounded.

A voice filled with unexorcised fear, and thus quite agitated.

“Why did you only come now! Do you know how many people we’ve lost, how great our losses are!?”

The speaker was a young lord, presumably finally safe, so he ran out of his hiding place. The fear he had felt before in the face of the two Yamas of Hell Without Door was now being released all at once.

He seemed quite enraged: “I will definitely tell my elder sister about this! Which yamen are you from? The Gaoshi Clan will not let this go!””

“You pig and dog-like thing, what qualifications do you have to represent the Gaoshi Clan!?”

Gaoshi Clan Head, Gao Xianchang, emerged from the secret chamber at some unknown time, rushed over, and kicked the young lord cleanly, even applying deadly force in the face of the man’s incredulous gaze, almost treading on his vitals: “It’s not your place to speak for the Gaoshi Clan!”

“Lord, you can’t! Young Master Gao Qing just misspoke.”

“Clan Head, please don’t!”

Some loyal clansmen desperately clung to Gao Xianchang’s legs, preventing him from trampling his own son to death on the spot.

Gao Qing was so frightened that he couldn’t speak for a moment, but his eyes were filled with shock and resentment.

Gao Xianchang only paid attention to the Watchman and said: “You have only kindness, not enmity, towards the Gaoshi Clan. Xianchang apologizes on behalf of the Gaoshi Clan. Please punish this unfilial son to serve as a warning to others!”

However, whether it was Gao Qing’s outburst under extreme fear, or Gao Xianchang’s respectful attitude of avoiding disaster at the cost of killing his son.

The Blind Watchman showed no reaction at all.

He did not even give a displeased expression to the farce at the Gaoshi Clan grounds, and of course, he left no words behind. He just took a step and disappeared again.

And Gao Xianchang, who was left in place, seemed to have had his bones extracted, and his entire body collapsed instantly.

He looked at his son on the ground resentfully, and said to the surrounding clansmen in a sorrowful voice: “You saved this unfilial son, but you have harmed my Jinghai Gao!”

“Clan Head, it doesn’t have to be like this. Young Master Gao Qing just lost his composure and made a few threats, but there was no substantial action. Even if that lord is fierce, he should still be reasonable, right? And even if he doesn’t care about our Gaoshi Clan, how can he not care about the Noble Consort Jing?”

“Do you know who he is!?”

Gao Xianchang said with grief and indignation: “He is the leader of the Daqi Watchmen.”

“He keeps watch for the Jiang Clan dynasty!”