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

The method of self-mutilation for mortals.

No spiritual root is required.

Unable to kill the enemy, unable to protect themselves.

It can only be used to commit suicide when one is about to die, turning one's flesh and blood into a pure rain that purifies demonic energy.

Upon hearing about the effects of this technique, the rebel leaders inside the stone chamber were stunned.

After a brief period of deathly silence.

There was no ridicule, no questioning.

Because everyone present had crawled out of the Blood Tribute prison wagon.

They were all driven to desperation by this cannibalistic world, which is why they followed Li Zizai and raised their knives.

What they feared was never death.

Instead, they fear dying like pigs and sheep in a pen, utterly worthless, and even being used by evil spirits to refine blood pills.

Now, Heaven has given them a new way to die.

A way to destroy the demon's cultivation environment from the root and kill the opponent in a disgusting way!

Although this knife was intended to slit one's own throat, it was also a knife that could truly sever the very foundation of evil!

Li Zizai stood in front of the stone table, observing their reactions, and knew that the time was right.

"Brothers."

"Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart."

"You know better than I how far our resistance can go."

No one responded.

Because the answer was too cruel.

"They robbed over three thousand people yesterday; well done."

"But the next batch of blood tribute will bring more troops from the Great Li Society. And the batch after that, perhaps even the demons themselves will come."

"By that day, we won't even have a chance to run."

Li Zizai spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

But everyone present knew that there was no exaggeration in what he said.

"I've thought about these things since the day I raised the flag, but I still did it."

"Because I can't stand by and watch people get put into prison vans."

"I can't do it, but I can't lie to myself."

"A mortal's blade cannot cut a demon."

"No matter how much blood we shed, it won't even make a ripple in this world."

The stone chamber was as quiet as a tomb.

No one refuted it, because it was simply the truth.

"But things are different now."

Li Zizai raised his head.

"Our death can destroy their roots."

"Demonic energy is the lifeblood of evil spirits. The rain that caused our rotten bones to burn was the poison that was injected into their lifeblood."

"One person's rain is too light; it can't wash a large area."

"But what about a thousand people? Ten thousand? A million?"

"What if all mortals in the world learned this method?"

Li Zizai's gaze swept across the entire room, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"I won't force you. Whether you learn it or not is up to you."

"Learning this doesn't mean you have to die tomorrow. Live as you should, and live one day at a time."

"But when that day comes, you'll be caught, cornered, and unable to escape, or you'll be too old to walk."

"You have another option; you can make your life burn like a rainstorm."

"Give your children a little bit of clean air, let them breathe in a few more breaths of air free of poison, and perhaps they can live past forty."

"Perhaps one day, the demonic energy in this world will be cleansed, and immortal cultivators will be born among the descendants of mortals."

"By then, we won't have to kneel anymore."

The words fell.

Everyone's eyes welled up with tears at that moment.

The despair and deathly stillness of knowing something is impossible yet still doing it has vanished from their eyes.

Instead, there is hope.

Despair stemmed from the fact that their resistance was like moths fluttering aimlessly in the dark, dying as lightly as a feather, without even a sound.

Now, they know that their very bones and blood can burn.

If we can burn off a piece of this poisonous gas, future generations can breathe a few more clean breaths.

This made them feel that their worthless lives suddenly had weight.

Li Xiaotian was the first to stand up.

He raised his right fist and slammed it heavily into his chest.

Not a single word.

This is his way of giving up his heart; he is willing to pay the price of his life for such a great cause!

Immediately afterwards, the old captain stood up.

He punched the man in the chest.

A fleshy, bony head.

A burly man.

Lieutenant General.

One by one, they got up and beat their chests.

One muffled thud after another echoed through the stone chamber.

The last one to stand up was an extremely thin young man in the corner.

He had just been rescued from the prison van three days ago, and his wrist was still tattooed with the Blood Refining Workshop's number; he didn't even have a name.

The young man didn't beat his chest; he simply uttered a single sentence in an extremely hoarse voice.

"Chief, I have no children, nor parents."

"But I want to learn. I just want to know what it's like when my life is on fire."

……

On the day.

Li Zizai taught each of the leaders present the cultivation method of the mortal self-mutilation technique, word by word.

The technique is extremely simple.

There are no obscure terms, and no prior knowledge is required.

Once you learn it, you can use it directly without needing much practice.

On the verge of death, ignite it completely with a resolute will to die.

This is less a technique and more a key engraved deep within the soul of mortals.

After learning the techniques, the leaders returned to their respective units.

They did not stand on high ground and deliver grand speeches.

He simply sat among his men and calmly recounted what he had heard in the stone chamber that day, using the most rustic language.

Then teach them to close their eyes, place their hands on their hearts, and feel deeply.

Inside the underground cave, it was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Gradually, someone felt that warmth, squatted in a corner, and cried silently.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It's because after living for decades, this is the first time I've felt that there's something inside this body that isn't reserved for evil spirits.

It turns out that even with their wretched lives, they could still accomplish something earth-shattering.

……

The Great Li Dynasty reacted faster than expected.

The third day of the prison break in the canyon.

Three thousand city garrison troops then sealed off the mountains and forests within a radius of a hundred miles and began a comprehensive search.

The rebel camp was hidden deep inside an underground cave, extremely well concealed, and was not exposed for the time being.

But a small team responsible for guarding the area and delivering rations outside got caught by the tail.

This team has only twelve people.

The one leading the team was the young man who said he wanted to see his life burn brightly.

They were trapped in a ravine surrounded by cliffs on three sides.

A large group of heavily armored warriors, numbering about a hundred, caught up with them.

The leading officer was a low-level demonic vassal at the third level of Qi Refining.

In the eyes of mortals, those who cultivate by relying on the demonic energy bestowed upon them by their masters are called demon slaves.

Grayish-black scales had begun to grow on his body, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"Keep alive."

The demon officer sat on horseback, his tone cruel.

A hundred armored soldiers drew their steel swords and pressed forward step by step.

There was nowhere to retreat in the deserted valley.

The twelve rebel brothers leaned against the mountain wall, holding dulled machetes in their hands.

They can't escape.

If caught, the consequences would be a hundred times worse than being sent to the Blood Refining Workshop.

The thin young man did not tremble as he watched the approaching soldiers.

He threw the machete in his hand onto the ground.

"Brothers, the day has come."

The young man's voice was hoarse, yet surprisingly steady.

He turned around and looked at the eleven brothers behind him.

"I have no parents, so I'm leaving first today to see if this rain can really wash the sky clean."

The eleven brothers behind him remained silent.

They simply let go of each other's hands, allowing the scrap metal to fall to the ground.

No need for meditation, no need to close your eyes, and no need for any ritualistic posture.

The method of self-mutilation for mortals is a method that only requires the will to die.

The demon slave officer frowned slightly as he watched them throw down their weapons.

"Give up? Go up there, break their legs, and drag them back!"

Several armored soldiers grinned maliciously and stepped forward with their knives.

Just as the blade was about to fall.

Within the thin young man's body, the wisp of innate pure energy that he had sensed for three days was completely ignited under the will to die in the face of desperation.

Then came the second tone, and then the third tone.

At the same time, extremely faint white flames ignited on the bodies of the twelve people.

There was no high temperature, and no screams.

This flame does not burn clothes, nor does it ignite grass or trees.

It burns only bones and blood, it burns only life!