The Cui Clan.

Before the ancient and mottled limestone sacrificial altar.

Cui Zhenkong stared fixedly at the young woman that returned from the secret realm in the ancestral grounds.

Even if he’d already cultivated to the Saint Immortal Realm, Cui Zhenkong still couldn’t help but be slightly shocked when he sensed the aura emanated by the young woman before him.

What pure energy of judgment!

A trace of a dazed feeling surged within Cui Zhenkong’s eyes. He’d only heard of such an aura during the instructions and teachings of his seniors when he was young, and it was the first time he’d truly encountered such a feeling.

The aura was icy cold, murderous, emotionless, and indifferent, it was like a blade in the possession of the Heaven Dao, and it intended to judge the world and distinguish between black and white, right and wrong!

Cui Zhenkong was clearly aware that this was the energy of judgment! It was the most supreme existence within the inheritance left behind by the ancestor of his Cui Clan!

In the past, the Ancestor, Cui Jue, held the brush of judgment and controlled the book of life and death, and he determined sins and judged between good or bad throughout the Netherworld. Besides the Netherworld Emperor, could anyone else compare to him?

Time zipped by and after the Ancestor left, the forces of the Cui Clan...