The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

The simple stone steps that were there when we arrived have now turned into piles of white bones, layer upon layer, densely packed.

Even Lin Du, who was extremely sensitive to numbers, found it difficult to say exactly how many corpses there were at this time.

"What...what is that? Were those steps we just walked on...made up of these corpses?" Ni Jinxuan's eyes widened, as if she couldn't accept such a shock.

An indescribable, magnificent cruelty struck the hearts of them all, including the usually cold and aloof Hou Cang.

Even if one cultivates the Supreme Dao of Forgetfulness, Hou Cang would not accept climbing upwards and forwards by stepping over tens of thousands of corpses.

As Yuan Ye struggled backward, he accidentally kicked a glass bead, which fell into the oil pan like a drop of water.

Almost instantly, the piled-up bones, like a mountain, forming a high platform, began to move. The bones rubbed together and rolled like snow on a mountaintop, giving a warning before they collapsed.

Countless hand bones rose up, their five claws pointing upwards. The white bones appeared stiff but were actually quite flexible, relentlessly pursuing the rolling glass bead.

Bones upon bones, bones stepping on bones, countless hands formed from bones, their souls long gone, yet seemingly still clinging to memories of their past lives, surging and struggling with endless madness.

The clattering sound of bones rubbing and pushing against each other was like countless beads rolling down, bones colliding, converging into a frenzied hymn of faith.

The altar was shaken to the point of collapse by the frantically moving skeletons, and in a daze, it felt as if the building was about to crumble.

Ni Jinxuan's eyes widened, as if she couldn't accept the collapse of all living beings. "Why...why is this happening?"

As the steps formed by piled-up bones continued to surge, countless thick fogs gathered in Lin Du's eyes.

Greed, anger, and ignorance accumulate like a thick fog, from which billowing black smoke rises from white bones.

A skeletal hand snatched the glass bead, but it was quickly pulled off by the skeletal hand next to it. The bones were dismantled and rolled down, only to be caught by the surging skeletons and dismantled further.

The altar became unstable, so more glass beads rolled down, and the white bones surged even more frantically.

The glass beads shone brightly, attracting skeletons like moths to a flame.

When it reached the hands of the skeleton, it strangely lost its luster. The skeleton grew even angrier and frantically climbed upwards, not to seize it, but only to... kill the god.

The piles of bones kept surging, and finally the altar collapsed.

The people on the altar also tumbled down.

A chilling wind howled, resentment boiled, the altar was destroyed, and the tall building was no more.

As they fell, they grabbed each other and finally tumbled heavily onto the rocks at the bottom of the sea, looking up to see countless white bones scattered everywhere.

"Is this... the fall of a god?" Lin Du said softly.

The people pushed people up to become gods, and then the people razed the altar to the ground.

"So this isn't a place for preaching or religious ceremonies." Xia Tianwu was stunned by the scene before him and said softly, "This is... the ruins of a sacred altar?"

"Having saved countless lives, yet burdened by them all?" She frowned. "No wonder Master has always been afraid of people."

He was afraid to see people, afraid of his reputation spreading, afraid of being overwhelmed with patients, and afraid of being blamed if he couldn't cure them.

Amidst the crashing sound, Mo Lin gripped her hand tightly. "Don't be afraid, savior. As long as you don't step onto the high platform and remain grounded, it will never collapse."

"Moreover, those who are truly saved will also protect you."

Xia Tian didn't hear this, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm not afraid."

Yuan Ye clicked his tongue, then turned to Ni Jinxuan and pointed to the ruins, "See? People still have to rely on themselves."

The world belongs to all people, so if those in power find it difficult to maintain their position, they will be overthrown by the people.

Yan Qing sighed, "There is a reason why the worship of incense and deities has been completely cut off to this day."

Most things that are eliminated by history are not good things.

Yue Han said regretfully, "The bead isn't shining anymore."

Hou Cang turned around and found that Lin Du's gray eyes were unfocused.

"Junior sister?"

Lin Du suddenly realized, "I know what they want to suppress."

It was that fallen god, carrying the resentment within him.

Although he didn't know why the altar was hidden underwater, Lin Du was certain that this place was probably once a prosperous highland.

When the rules were perfected and the ancient gods returned to their positions, there was a period of prosperity until wars broke out frequently, the people suffered, and the gods and immortals joined forces to divide the myriad realms, separating the Thirty-Three Heavens and the Three Thousand Worlds.

But in fact, every piece of land once had gods.

This "fragment of the Heavenly Dao" that entered the Dongming Realm, the true fallen god, may have once become a god on this very land of the Dongming Realm.

The resentment of these people may well be the resentment of all living things that once lived on this land.

This is a calamity that Dongming Realm cannot escape.

No wonder, no wonder the remnants of the fallen god's power came to this world.

Lin Du closed his folding fan, reached for something, and said, "The altar has collapsed, and all living beings have withered. This resentment has accumulated for thousands of years and should be extinguished."

Hou Cang realized the truth, raised his hand and drew his sword. The sword energy was mighty and powerful, and suddenly a rainbow light pierced through the black and gray resentment.

Mo Lin drew his sword, and as the longsword was unsheathed, lightning swept across the area, instantly illuminating the entire abandoned altar.

The broadsword was instantly drawn, its golden light mingling with a melodious chant: "A hundred years of rise and fall, great and small, pass before our eyes like a dream; the soul has returned, the resentment should dissipate!"

Yuan Ye sat down on the spot and began to play the Purification Melody.

Two streaks of fire leaped out simultaneously, one blazing forward, the other instantly igniting a sea of ​​flames.

Yue Han glanced at the composed woman beside her in surprise. Oh no, even fire-breathing can't compare to human cultivators. I guess I'll have to get my weapon out.

He took out a magical treasure shaped like a blue lotus and threw it into the resentment. In an instant, the surrounding resentment was absorbed and dissipated, turning into pure energy.

If Old Huang were here, he would surely stamp his feet and sigh, lamenting what a spendthrift!

Another spendthrift pulled out a strange gourd from his storage bag, which was also a magical treasure.

This is a treasure that Ni Jinxuan obtained from a secret realm. It can absorb all the turbid energy and then completely dissolve it.

"Seven luminaries shine brightly, evil spirits are purged!" Lin Du finally finished the hand seals, and the golden divine ring flowed forward from her hand, then disappeared into the black mist that had been lingering for so long, instantly shattering and dissolving the mist.

From then on, the resentment at the place where the gods fell completely dissipated.

Seawater rushed in instantly, along with the spiritual energy within it.

At this moment, all the creatures on the seabed seemed to sense something; in the seabed where they lived, which concealed countless ancient secrets, there was a sacred place that was disappearing.

The forbidden territory they had always dared not approach was now filled with countless streams of spiritual energy, carrying the belief that it would right all injustices in the world, and it completely filled the deep pit in one fell swoop.

"Hey, wait, there's still one coffin we haven't carried away!" Yuan Ye shouted as he gripped the water-repelling artifact.

"No, we have to take it." Lin Du kicked hard with his leg. "Hurry up and get it done before we leave."

Yue Han exclaimed excitedly, "Lin Du, has anyone ever told you that you're a really good person?"

"My dad said that he used to admire Immortal Venerable Yanye. Although he was older than him, he was willing to follow behind him and clean up the mess. You are actually willing to clean up the mess yourself."

Lin Du shook his head. "It's immoral to dig a hole and not fill it. Who would learn from him?"

The practice of "one generation digs the hole, another fills it" is bad and needs to be changed.

As the number of problems increases, the world collapses, and future generations can only sacrifice their time and painstakingly fill in the gaps.

We need to add this to the sect rules and emphasize that even immortals who are about to ascend must abide by the final principles.