The divine body and immortal physique are both of the Immaculate Glazed Body, transparent and flawless, how could such a foul stench emanate from them?

Although puzzled, Ziwei Saint Lord swiftly noticed a tremendous benefit.

The soul, once burdened with chronic ailments, unexpectedly sensed a long-lost ease amidst the pain.

Upon reflection, Ziwei Saint Lord understood the peculiarities of the Judgment Divine Whip, a punishment that also offers a glimmer of hope.

Unbeknownst to him, even the Saint Lord had accumulated a few strands of evil karma over time. If this continues, his fate... Ziwei Saint Lord couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat, feeling apprehensive.

With this thought, the resistance he exerted suddenly eased.

Yet not everyone shares his perspective.

Some Immortal Monarchs resisted fiercely, simply because the whip striking their bodies not only dissipated evil karma but also scattered their cultivation.

Watching their realm fall rapidly, these Immortal Monarchs, fixated on cultivation realms, erupted vehemently.

Alas, no matter how they dodged or attacked, the whip followed them like a shadow, striking them relentlessly from unexpected angles.

Soon, the pleas for mercy from the Immortal Monarchs resounded: "Spare me, I am willing to serve you as my master."

Su Li never imagined the spinelessness of these Immortal Gods, begging for mercy so readily.

"I prefer you to show more strength." Su Li said, standing calmly with hands hanging down.

Seeing Su Li unmoved, the nearly collapsing Immortal Gods wailed and cursed at Su Li continuously.

"Su Family Remnants, you shall die miserably. Your Su Clan’s very existence was a defiance against the heavens... its annihilation was an act of divine order..."

Su Li: "Existence equates to reason, thus my judgment today over you is also an act of divine order."

Su Li chuckled slowly, cleaning her ears while listening to their indiscriminate vitriol.

"The standard of your insults is quite poor; the power of language is profound, even as Immortal Gods, one must not cease learning."

In the cacophony of curses, a distinctive male voice, with three parts sharpness, three parts anticipation, three parts complexity, and one part resentment, stood out and caught Su Li’s attention.

Indeed, it turned out to be a familiar face.

"Ah Lee, Ah Lee... it’s Yun Yu." The weakened, pale Immortal Monarch crawled toward Su Li with great effort.

Yun Yu, now referred to as Immortal Lord Yun Yu.

They once had a connection in a certain small world.

"So, it’s you. I ruined your Tribulation Crossing; I thought you wished me dead for that."

Yun Yu: "How, how could I?" The pain made his facial muscles involuntarily twitch.

"Didn’t expect the evil qi on you to be so dense." Su Li commented expressionlessly.

Ziwei Saint Lord couldn’t help but look up and sternly question: "Yun Yu, what exactly is going on?"

Ziwei Saint Lord was alarmed and worried for the younger generation. Immortal Lord Yun Yu, as the third disciple under Haojun God, was always highly valued by elders. However, after failing the world-crossing Tribulation Crossing last time, his cultivation stagnated upon return, the issue lies here.

Yun Yu shook his head dazedly, "Ancestor, I really don’t know."

He didn’t understand why the black mist surrounding him was so thick, and now, with the whip striking his body and soul, his divine soul energy body had shrunk to only palm-size. If it continued like this, he might not be able to sustain his immortal physique.

Yun Yu was both panicked and disordered, pleading in agony: "Ancestor, save me."

"Ah Lee, for old times’ sake, spare me."

Su Li shook her head, "The karma you owe is to another person; your repayment is to her. Once heaven and earth find your debt repaid, you’ll regain clarity."

Yun Yu might not understand, but he didn’t need to understand, just knowing he owes the karma sufficed.

As Su Li finished speaking, a shattering sound echoed from Yun Yu’s body, and his divine body crumbled.

The immortal spirit qi spilled from his body rapidly vanished towards a certain direction under an invisible pull.

Su Li raised her gaze, through the void, her eyes rested upon a girl oblivious to it all.

Because of dissatisfaction, she once traded all her merit for a chance, originally possessing merit that gave her a chance to touch the Path of Immortality, but now, due to her ordinary luck, she lives a life neither good nor bad.

Nonetheless, despite the hardships, she never gave up her love for life. The scattered immortal spirit qi from Yun Yu accumulated within her, enhancing the luck gathered above her head.

It’s likely her luck would improve. Even without this event, given the girl’s kind and honest nature, gathering luck and merit would merely be a matter of time.

Deprived of his divine body, Yun Yu resembled an ordinary cultivator from the cultivation world, unable to withstand the pressure of the exposed universe’s energy body.

His flesh began showing signs of collapse, and Ziwei Saint Lord decisively gathered him into his portable space, placing him alongside his master, Haojun God.

Ziwei Saint Lord himself couldn’t retain the holy position, though his situation was slightly better than others, but only just.

Earlier, he had casually crushed many lowly cultivators in the illusion realm.

Now, the karma and retribution rebounded on him.

Some of the formidable were engulfed in black mist after several strikes of the whip, exploding with no trace of divine soul aura remaining, feeding the cosmos as sustenance.

In a sweeping campaign of overwhelming might, only a few remained standing unharmed, apart from a few with clean bodies suffering minor injuries. Meanwhile, most Immortal Monarchs, Divine Monarchs, and Holy Lords vanished, leaving those remaining with drastically reduced cultivation and severely damaged souls, their merit, faith, and luck nearly obliterated.

Those who achieved the status of Immortal Monarch and Divine Monarch were invariably favored by heaven with boundless luck.

Alas, self-inflicted harm is inescapable.

Su Li had no intention of exterminating them utterly, for their own karma was already upon them. From now on, she could enjoy her freedom and ease, with them posing no threat.

Su Li looked down condescendingly, saying: "Take care of yourselves."

"Go to hell...." With overpowering fury, accompanied by the fierce force of blue ghostly energy, it charged towards Su Li’s back.

The Great Venerable, silent all along, roared unwillingly, using all his self-detonated energy, wanting to drag Su Li down to hell with him.

"The Su Clan shouldn’t exist in this world, you’re the last inheritor, perish together today."

The Great Venerable’s cruel eyes brimmed with bloody hatred and madness.

His unwillingness lingered, refusing to be bound by rules like his predecessors. As a great God, he was exalted, why should he treat humble lives kindly?

No, he resisted fervently.