You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

In August of the 416th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the void on the outskirts of the Spirit Realm, which had once shone with countless lights of hope, finally fell into complete silence.

[The Red Heart Society's ambitious plan to create a god, which it had poured all its energy into, and which it had staked its future on, came to a tragic and irreversible end at this moment.]

Those last pillars of light, still shrouded in the golden glow of the supreme rules, symbolizing the final steadfast defenders, collapsed one after another in the silent void, like stars that had exhausted all their fuel.

[It could be a sigh of will breaking down under the pressure of time and rules, or a precise kill by the insidious rule disturbances of the dying will of the spirit world, or the annihilation of a soul that fails at the last step of rule fusion.]

[All the elite members of the Red Heart Society who failed to ignite the divine fire and ultimately cross that insurmountable barrier sacrificed themselves like billions of stars extinguished.]

[The traces of their existence have been completely erased, leaving only cold cosmic dust and the newly added, heavy rows of names on the monument to the fallen heroes of the Red Heart Society.]

This high-stakes gamble, fueled by countless lives and souls, has finally come to an end.

[At the same time, just as the spirit world's will slightly weakened due to the complete collapse of the god-making plan, you made your final move.]

The ultimate rules within you, the crowbar you've honed to the point where it can manipulate the fundamental laws of the universe, are now unleashing unprecedented greed and precision.

[It disregarded the layers upon layers of rules and barriers in the spirit realm, which coiled like the roots of a world tree, and, following the wounds inflicted by the loss of authority due to the god-making project, fiercely pierced the depths of its most forbidden repository of authority.]

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light effects, only a tearing sensation powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the entire spirit realm.

[Your ultimate rules, manifested as a gluttonous beast, are frantically tearing and devouring the vast, star-like, and exquisitely pure spiritual essence.]

The sheer scale of it far surpassed any previous plunder, enough to drive an ancient true god mad.

Although you can clearly sense that after this protracted feast of plunder, your ultimate rules have already climbed to a whole new level, and their power level has even faintly touched upon a boundary that even the will of the Great World must face.

But why not take advantage of such a top-tier source of the universe when it's offered to you?

This is the hardest form of hard currency in the universe!

Even if we assume that the enhancement this spiritual source provides to you is nearing its limit, and its marginal benefits are diminishing, you would never let go of this opportunity to severely weaken the foundation of the spiritual realm.

Every bit of essence stolen means one less obstacle on the battlefield of the future!

Looking down upon the current global landscape, the will of the abyss, this once chaotic giant, is now like a whale torn apart by a pack of sharks, its former ferocity long gone.

[His essence was severely damaged by the relentless plundering by the gods of the spirit realm over many years; his power was lost on a massive scale, like a flood bursting its banks, and his aura became weak and volatile.]

To make matters worse, the successful conversion of the two top demon gods, the Star Demon God and the Heart Demon God, to the Crimson Heart Society was like severing the two most powerful arms of the Abyss, causing its core power to drop by a significant level.

[In contrast, the spirit realm: although it paid the price of the fall of its Lord of Wisdom and the depletion of much of its authority by the god-making project, it successfully replenished most of its deficit by continuously drawing blood from the abyss.]

[The overall size has even increased slightly, but its foundation remains profound.]

However, your final, ruthless plunder of the source energy decimated the Spirit Realm's surplus, cutting off a significant portion, not to mention the strategic blow caused by the loss of top pillars like the Lord of Wisdom and the Lord of Death.

In this colossal wave sweeping across the universe, only the will of hell truly remains unperturbed, and may even secretly profit from it.

[Except for being briefly affected by the ten hellish demigods who voluntarily sacrificed their authority at the very beginning of the god-making project, He remained almost completely unharmed throughout.]

[In the Red Heart Society's plan to create a god, He not only did not obstruct it as frantically as the spirit world, but also secretly fueled it, actively facilitating the sacrifice of those ten hellish demigods.]

Under the protection and resource allocation of the Great World's Will, these ten seeds chosen by the Will of Hell all successfully completed their transformation and became the new True Gods of the Rules in the Hell faction.

After all, the greatest obstacle—the obliteration by the will of the great world—has become the greatest asset.

If this fails again, it would be an insult to the rules of the universe!

[Feeling the new branches of rules attaching to the Extreme Dao rules within your body after absorbing a massive amount of spiritual realm essence, a satisfied smile uncontrollably curls at the corners of your lips.] [This growth in power is the most solid foundation for the Red Heart Society's future standing in the universe.]

[But the instant you stepped out of that secluded meditation room used to digest the origin, even before the ripples in space from your footsteps had completely subsided, the will of hell descended.]

【Om! 】

A figure of indescribable beauty has silently descended before you, like a ghost.

At that moment, space seemed to freeze.

The crimson avatar of the will of hell did not appear this time in the form of abstract energy or contract runes, but rather coalesced into a physical entity powerful enough to shake the very soul of any living being.

[He transformed into a woman!]

[A woman of unparalleled allure, her charm ingrained in her very being; every inch of her skin, every strand of her hair, seemed sculpted from the most primal laws of desire and temptation in the universe.]

Her eyes were like flickering dark red flames, their movement seemingly capable of drawing in souls.

Her red lips were like the sweetest poison, their slight upturn possessing a dangerous allure capable of overturning even the most divine realms.

Her figure appeared and disappeared in the hazy crimson halo, more captivating than any legendary goddess of beauty, yet carrying an inhuman indifference and amusement.

This is not ordinary beauty; it is a breathtaking masterpiece where the will of hell has materialized the concepts of temptation and danger.

[He hovered there silently, his crimson aura like the most magnificent skirt, the enigmatic smile on his lips suggesting he had been waiting there for millennia, just to negotiate a deal with you!]

Although the Crimson Avatar didn't speak, it conveyed the feeling that it was ready to spend the night with you anytime you wished.

[However, you seem to have no connection to the Crimson Avatar. You've experienced far too many things across so many timelines.]

[If you, the founder of the Red Heart Society, could use beautiful women to bribe people, the day after you have this idea, your office will probably be filled with all sorts of beauties from around the world.]

For you, material possessions are all meaningless.

[After a moment of eye contact with you, the Crimson Avatar saw the determination in your eyes.]

This made Him sigh softly, and then He sat down opposite you.

[Respected founder of the Red Heart Society, I have come here for only one purpose.]

According to the agreement between the Red Heart Society and the Will of the Abyss, the Red Heart Society should return the processing fee to Hell.

[Upon hearing this, you merely inquired about the demands of the Hell's Will Red Heart Society?]

The Red Heart Society requires fifty portions of the Source!

How much did the Abyss give?

[Fifty copies were given!]

There's absolutely nothing superfluous in this!

Therefore, the fees and kickbacks from Hell are not that the Red Heart Society is unwilling to pay, but rather that they remain in the hands of the Abyss.

[If hell comes knocking, it's looking for the wrong person!] (End of Chapter)