Starting in the small towns, they slowly weakened the foundation, and the progress was fairly smooth.
Fortunately, Yu Ziqing always found the filth bucket quite useful, especially when breaking through formations, it was particularly handy, and there was always plenty in stock.
Moreover, it could be reused, as long as it was retrieved quickly, the loss was not too severe.
Otherwise, it would be hard to sustain the consumption.
Yu Ziqing took charge of the killing without caring about burying, focusing only on destruction, and someone else would clean up the mess afterward.
A large city had yet to be visited, and the land that Yu Ziqing had been carrying along finally lay flat.
Even if he held onto fantasies, he knew with evil gods everywhere and such chaos, it was not just the lower levels that had problems.
Yu Ziqing no longer mocked the land; there was no need for it.
Such a drastic change in psychology was never easy to bear.
He acted like a loafer, drawing lots daily, picking a direction, and causing trouble wherever he ended up.
Emerging from another small town, Yu Ziqing glanced at the Soul Destruction Blade in his hand, flashing a grin.
"You truly lucked out. Out here, you can't find so many capable evil gods anywhere else."
The main body of the Soul Destruction Blade had completed its evolution, leaving almost only a handle, as the blade had essentially transformed into a Light Blade.
Moreover, it had entirely shed the imprint of the Daqian Divine Dynasty's Magical Treasure, turning into an independent and unique Magical Treasure.
This kind of treasure that devoured Divine Souls, especially high-quality ones like the Earth Deity's, evolved extremely rapidly, naturally developing a bit of spirituality.
With a hint of spirituality, it instinctively chose the direction of evolution, increasing its speed further.
Now, at least, killing Earth Deities became easier, and its power kept growing.
Especially when dealing with those contaminated by Evil Qi and turned into evil gods, the Soul Destruction Blade cut through their Divine Light as smoothly as slicing through tofu.
With Yu Ziqing watching over, he was not worried about the Soul Destruction Blade going astray.
Naturally, the blade had no chance of going astray, as Yu Ziqing only used it to kill evil and sinister Earth Deities.
To smoother killings and easier digestion of those evil Earth Deities, it evolved to fully restrain them.
Time flew by, and several months quickly passed.
Yu Ziqing had cleared out more than half of the sixty County Magistrate-level cities, and it grew increasingly difficult afterward.
The fewer that remained, the easier they were to protect.
All City Gods encountered along the way were, without exception, forcibly slain by Yu Ziqing.
However, it was no surprise that in those small places, some Earth Deities like the River Gods and Mountain Gods shared the same laid-back attitude as the lazy land.
They diligently fulfilled their duties, ensuring peace, tending to the good and avoiding the evil.
They did not, like those evil gods, recklessly plunder without limit, devour human souls, or engage in evil god activities.
They indeed believed life was better now than before, thinking it was a benevolent act of the court.
Yet, as Earth Deities confined within their own lands, they had never ventured out under normal conditions and were unaware that in other places, even in major cities where their superiors resided, those benevolent-looking City Gods hid ferocious evil gods beneath the surface.
Yu Ziqing did not indiscriminately kill all Earth Deities.
He said nothing, merely released the laid-back land to go speak, whether others believed it or not.
Regardless, they preserved the status quo.
If the Incense-eating People remained pure and those Small Earth Deities diligently ensured local peace, favorable weather, and smooth harvests, what reason did Yu Ziqing have to kill them?
Wasn't that ideal? Earth Deities were supposed to be this way, weren't they?
Only the next steps proved challenging, with fewer remaining cities making things difficult.
The Posthouse Official rode a Little Black horse, its aura faint but speed surpassing tunneling light, galloping all the way to the outskirts of Jinlan.
In a locust tree, a hungry ghost peeked out, glancing at the small Posthouse, and immediately broke into a smile.
"Is the little master here to deliver a message to my lord? My lord is out, and you may hand it to me, and I will personally deliver it when my lord returns."
Before the Posthouse Official could say anything, the Little Black horse's expression sagged instantly.
"Oh, it's nothing, I'm not here to deliver a message to Young Master Qing, but to Jinlan Mountain."
The Posthouse Official patted Little Black's head, handing the letter to the hungry ghost.
"Please wait a moment, little master."
The hungry ghost tucked the letter back into the locust tree, then fished out a small jade bottle from his lair, stepping out of the tree.
He carefully poured a drop of sweet rain from the jade bottle, offered it to Little Black, and, after glancing at the two remaining drops inside, reluctantly handed the bottle to the Posthouse Official.
"Please accept it, little master. It was entrusted by my lord. If you don't take it, my lord may punish me upon his return."
The hungry ghost pushed the jade bottle into the Posthouse Official's hands, while Little Black, having swallowed the sweet rain, turned cheerful with a bright grin.
"This..." The Posthouse Official hesitated to accept but, seeing the pitiful look from the hungry ghost, fearing Yu Ziqing's wrath upon return, finally took it.
"Does the little master need to reply?"
"Alright, then please enjoy some tea in the pavilion. I shall deliver the message shortly."