The Ancestor Spirit wielded the skill, calling it Human Dao Judgment.
This Divine Power was extraordinary by description, yet the application was simplicity itself.
It involved notifying all the citizens of the Seventy-two provinces, instructing them to follow their inner thoughts and feelings to judge the "judged target."
Had this Magic Skill been initially applied, with the influence of historical records coupled with the images of immortals from the Outer Realm, it would favor the Twelve Emperors of Alchemist and their descendants, potentially acknowledging their significant contributions and rewarding them with greater benefits from the Ancestor God Forbidden Technique.
Unfortunately, before the judgment.
The Ancestor Spirit first utilized the power of the [Mountain and River Map] to display all the deeds and actions of all the Alchemists over the past two thousand years, with impeccable detail.
It overturned all past perceptions, causing billions of people to be stunned on the spot.
Good and evil reversed!
History overturned!
That voice also penetrated the ears of the Twelve Emperors and all their descendants, the instantaneous feedback giving them a sense of unprecedented crisis.
By then, the Twelve Emperors were completely unconcerned with the Duobao True Monarch, burying their heads and rushing towards inside the realm.
And the Duobao Daoist, having been besieged for a long time and lost a great number of treasures, how could he allow it?
With a loud laugh, the colossal, mountain-range-like "Ten Thousand Treasure Demon Body" split into twelve, still a fearsome body of flesh embedded with numerous treasures, capable of unleashing myriads of supernatural powers, each blocking an Alchemist Emperor, chuckling:
"Slow down, slow down!"
"My Daoist fellows, your adversary is me, Duobao. How could you take the opportunity to attack my disciple?"
"Let's continue the fight, do not falter."
After speaking, Duobao, disregarding the continuous costs, urged various treasures to release their power, firmly holding the Twelve Emperors outside the realm.
During this brief delay, the first verdict of the Human World was about to be pronounced.
Billions of people, both mortals and cultivators, fell into uncontrollable fury due to the scenes projected in the sky.
A torrential flood of rage swept through every corner of the Seventy-two provinces.
In the midst of this boiling uproar, the Ancestor Spirit sensed the result, representing all people to proclaim a judgment, loudly announcing across inside and outside the realm, to the whole world:
"From Emperor Liu, the Founding Emperor of the Liu Family, the Twelve Emperors of Alchemist have subsisted for many years on the resources and blood food of this realm's Human Clan, a crime deserving a myriad of deaths, firstly stripping them of the right to enter the world, removing the Forbidden Technique privileges granted by their status as [Founding Emperors], cutting off all the legal and Daoist Lineages the Twelve Emperors have left in this realm..."
Accompanying these grand declarations,
The Twelve Emperors were first stripped of their right to enter the world and the backstage privileges within the Ancestor God Forbidden Technique, and then, in every territory of the Seventy-two provinces, various phenomena began to occur.
Temples, sects, orders, Daoist Lineages related to them... all suffered disasters, no longer receiving fortune feedback, blessings, or any other resource benefits.
At last, a series of "fireworks" were seen.
It was the residences, Daoist Fields, and Imperial Mausoleums of these twelve inside the realm.
Their built Imperial Mausoleums were not necessarily all grand or consumed massive amounts of public resources.
But once corrupted by the Alchemist sect, soul and mind polluted, each of them rebuilt their Imperial Mausoleums.
Raising great constructions, amassing resources and treasures, consuming vast amounts of Human Clan flesh... even within the Alchemists, a competition arose.
You, Liu Pei, commanded your descendants to capture five majestic mountains, filled with worldly treasures, taking the lives of a million civilians, to build a luxurious [Five Dragon Imperial Mausoleum].
I, Li Wanshou, also commanded successors to excavate the Heavenly Pool, introduce water from all directions, permeate it with rare Exotic Beasts, creating an Immortal Arena-like [Immortal Fish Imperial Mausoleum].
With these two emperors setting the precedent, how could the others be modest, each unleashing Divine Powers to display their heritage.
Even those initially entering the Alchemists with the idea of being "spies" could not resist the Evil Poison and fell, like Liu Xuande.
He too often ventured into the world, using the might of Alchemists and Forbidden Technique to build his own massive Imperial Mausoleum. It contained few luxury items but consumed a great deal of resource treasures and lives to recreate scenes of the past, allowing him to reminisce about his deceased brothers and beloved strategist.
...
These were all great secrets of the Alchemists.
Now, they were exposed, and without others needing to delve into them, upon the proclamation of the judgment, all Imperial Mausoleums burst apart, without exception.
The Imperial Mausoleums were inherently connected by blood to them, now with their disguises peeled away, the beautiful exteriors exploded, all the filthy alien matter and disgusting scenes inside spilled out, deepening the civilians' disdain even further.
And this was just the beginning.
The Twelve Emperors, after all, were transformed monsters, and being outside the realm, even though the judgment was carried out, severing their Daoist Lineages, causing them to have no more supply of resources, and suffering unprecedented backlash from fortune, they had no way left to live... but real eradication still required some time.
Those twelve blood-sucking, thousand-year-old Cancer Secret Realms, unless externally hastened, would not shrink and collapse in just an hour or two.
Thus, the Twelve Emperors could still linger for a brief moment.
But their descendants were in a worse situation.
If they hid within those Cancer Secret Realms outside the realm, they would have a breathing space.
Instead, each followed ancient imperial commands to go to Qiantang to attack Tao Master.
Hence at this moment, they were caught in one net, no emperor could escape.
Only hearing the Ancestor Spirit's increasingly cold voice, once again echoing:
"In Human Dao there is spirit, reward and punishment in measure."
"Descendants of Alchemists, deeply imbued with Evil Poison, for two thousand years consuming beyond count the flesh of the Human Clan, request the Ancestor God Forbidden Technique to adhere to the law, to erect [Dragon-slaying Platform], judge all these evil descendants of dragons here..."