I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

In a secluded corner of the bunk.

Su Yu closed his eyes and maintained an extremely calm breathing rhythm.

In his mind, countless ideas about the laws of this world were being dismantled and reassembled.

All things in the universe follow the principle of yin and yang in their mutual generation and the opposition of purity and turbidity.

Since evil spirits can turn pure energy into turbid energy, they must also have the possibility of reversing turbid energy back into pure energy.

Su Yu is performing a deduction.

He needs a medium that can purify the demonic energy of this land on a large scale and at its source.

He needs to leverage his connections.

Whose help should we borrow?

In this world, apart from demons, there are only mortals who are domesticated like pigs and sheep.

Humans are the most intelligent of all beings.

Even if mortals in this world do not have spiritual roots and cannot absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and are even corrupted by demonic energy generation after generation, becoming like withered ghosts.

But deep within the very essence of their souls, there still lies a trace of the purest and most primordial innate energy of this world.

That is the essence of life at its very beginning.

It is the spirit of all things that even the blood and evil of demons cannot completely eradicate.

However, this wisp of pure energy was so faint that an ordinary person could not detect it in their entire life.

Su Yu's thoughts reached the most crucial point.

Since mortals cannot actively cultivate themselves or draw qi into their bodies.

Then I won't practice Qi cultivation.

Since this wisp of innate pure energy is deeply sealed within the bones and blood of mortals.

Then we'll use the most extreme methods to force it out.

The gears of deduction mesh wildly in the ultimate wisdom, peeling away the layers of the essence of life.

Su Yu abandoned all the orthodox immortal cultivation techniques he had learned in his previous three lives.

He doesn't need to consider the capacity of his meridians, the stability of his dantian, or the risk of going into qi deviation.

Because this skill was never designed to keep people alive.

I don't know how much time passed.

A miraculous book, capable of completely overturning this distorted world and even being recorded in the annals of history, took shape in Su Yu's mind.

The Method of Self-Imposed Suicide by Mortals!

This cultivation method has no threshold; it does not require testing one's spiritual roots or the assistance of rare and precious materials. Any mortal can cultivate it.

It also cannot bring any increase in power.

It cannot prolong life, cannot uproot mountains, and cannot even harm a single hair on the head of a demon in a direct confrontation.

Its only purpose is to actively seek death.

Those who cultivate this method can actively sever all their own life force and ignite the innate pure energy of all things deep within their soul.

Using their own bodies as fuel and their willpower in dire straits as ignition, they burned the corpses to ashes, transforming them into a "purifying rain" that could purify the demonic energy of heaven and earth.

In life, they were as insignificant as ants; after death, they became sweet rain that cleansed the world.

This was the solution Su Yu had found to break the deadlock.

A mortal transformed into a pure rain might only be able to purify the demonic energy within a few feet around it, which is insignificant.

But what if there were hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of ordinary people?

A single spark can start a prairie fire!

……

The night is dark.

Inside the core stone house of the underground camp, an oil lamp flickered dimly.

The rebel leader, Li Zizai, sat at a rough wooden table, holding half a hard, dry coarse grain cake in his hand, but he hesitated to put it in his mouth.

Before him lay a rough piece of animal skin, on which the list of mortals who had been robbed that day was written crookedly with charcoal sticks.

Three thousand one hundred and twenty-seven people.

This was the first batch of blood tribute he had seized since he started his rebellion.

The numbers were impressive, the operation went smoothly, and none of his men were injured or killed.

But when Li Zizai looked at these names, there was no joy in his eyes, only exhaustion.

Because he was too lucid.

So clear-headed that on the very first day of planning this prison break, he had already seen the end of this road.

Today we abducted three thousand people, and then what?

For the next batch of blood tribute, the Great Li Dynasty will send twice as many officials and soldiers.

The next batch might be accompanied by demons.

By then, let alone hijacking cars, their camp of tens of thousands of people won't even have the right to exist.

A demon at the late stage of Qi Refining would be enough to crush everyone in this cave into dust.

He is forty years old this year, and his vital energy has been tempered to the absolute peak of an ordinary martial artist.

But so what?

Today in the canyon, his brothers slaughtered three hundred Dali soldiers, killing them with great gusto.

But from beginning to end, they didn't encounter a single real demon.

Those high and mighty demons had no idea of ​​their existence.

Or rather, even if they knew, they wouldn't care at all.

In the eyes of the demon, the tens of thousands of mortals gathered in the cave were no different from a group of ants huddled in a mud pit.

Li Zizai knew this very well.

He was not rebelling against evil.

He was just fighting with the demon's dogs.

During the day, he stood on the high platform wearing his chainmail, using his loudest voice to encourage the more than three thousand compatriots who had survived the disaster.

He said that as long as everyone is united, one day they will be able to overthrow this cannibalistic world.

He had to appear invincible.

Because he is the leader.

If even he collapses, these ordinary people who have finally escaped from the prison cart will soon perish in this dark cave.

But at night, in this deserted stone house...

That kind of clear-headedness, which could be seen through at a glance, was like a rusty, dull knife, slowly cutting away at Li Zizai's rationality.

He knew what was going to happen next.

The carjackings continued, growing larger and louder.

Then one day, a high-ranking official of the Great Li Dynasty finally found it an eyesore and submitted a document to the evil spirits.

This underground camp will instantly become a living hell.

This is the end of the road.

Li Zizai saw it all clearly before he started the uprising.

But he still started a rebellion.

Because he couldn't stand idly by.

If he were a selfish person, he could have easily used his peak martial arts skills to become a bodyguard in the household of a powerful figure in the Great Li Dynasty and lived a peaceful and stable life.

But Li Zizai could not forget the children who were forcibly put onto the black iron prison carts, nor could he forget the numb faces of those who voluntarily went to the Blood Refining Workshop to die.

He can only save what he can see right in front of him.

Save one, that's one less.

Like a fool trying to catch all the raindrops in a downpour with his bare hands.

Even knowing he couldn't catch it, he still reached out his hand.

Tears streamed through his fingers and dripped onto the rough wooden table.

He wasn't afraid of death.

He hated his own powerlessness.

I hate that heaven and earth treat mortals like fish on a chopping board.

I hate that there isn't a single path in this world that allows ordinary people to stand and live.

The extreme exhaustion, after being released through tears, transformed into an irresistible drowsiness.

Li Zizai lay on the wooden table, and in his heavy and tormented state, he fell into a deep sleep.