Someone appeared in the plains outside the small town’s ruins.

This was an old divine robed elder whose face and body were all covered in a bit of ashes.

There were many factions in this world, for example, Yunqin’s priests and Tangcang’s buddhist temples that were acknowledged by all in the royal court. There were many different temples and shrines, which was why there were also many people dressed in divine robes. However, only those dressed in divine robes with a flame mountain on the chest could truly match these clothes and the words ‘Divine Judge’. It was because they were the apostles of Purgatory Mountain, representing mysterious and powerful cultivators. Moreover, even in this entire dynasty, they didn’t have to obey the indications of any royal court influential figure, their statuses above the royal court. They only had to listen to Purgatory Mountain’s commands, only had to listen to the orders of the devil god they believed in. They were the true officials of their god.

This Purgatory Mountain apostle, this old Divine Judge, was normally only in charge of examining the water quality of some cold springs. He didn’t have much interest in roaming the world either, nor did he wish...