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

In the far north, thick clouds rolled in the sky, the wind and clouds swirled, and the waves surged at his feet. Huge whirlpools and whirlwinds formed both above and below. Snow-capped mountains collapsed in an instant, but were swept into the sky by the whirlwinds in an eerie arc.

Countless winds from all directions converged between heaven and earth, instantly summoning the heavens, earth, mountains, and rivers, continuously melting and merging into the blue-robed cultivator at the heart of the formation.

The north wind tore her white, tousled hair into disarray; the pale shades of bluish-white and gray blended almost into one against the backdrop of snow-capped mountains, a gloomy sea, and a somber sky.

For a fleeting moment, everyone present felt that Lin Du was the world here, and the world was Lin Du.

The power of rules condensed from the wind transformed into obscure golden script that people today cannot understand, and poured into Lin Du's body in a series. Her skin, her eyebrows and eyes, her flesh, her meridians, and her dantian were all occupied by these runes representing the power of rules at this moment.

For a fleeting moment, Lin Du's mind, which was always calculating and taking things one step at a time, was overwhelmed by such overwhelming pain and stopped thinking.

Lin Du closed her eyes. Runes crawled across her skin through her fingers, giving her the inexplicable feeling that she was being subjected to the torture of being skinned alive.

I wonder how the torture of cutting open and pouring mercury compares to the pain she is enduring now.

Because she was a mortal, the power of these rules had overloaded her entire body, causing blood to seep from her skin and staining her blue robes with blood, turning them into a dark sea.

So this is how painful the path to godhood is.

Even if it's just a brief period of godhood.

Because it is the power of rules, even though it has no weight, it carries an absolute, unchallengeable majesty, the steadfast silence of mountains, the depth and vastness of the sea, the inclusive vitality of the earth, and the solemn boundlessness of the sky.

These elements were added to Lin Du alone, and thus her body contained a continuous mountain and sea, like the beginning of heaven and earth.

Lin Du suddenly opened his eyes, his gray pupils gleaming with a captivating silver light. "Now, it's your turn."

The fallen god was surprised to find that he could no longer control the power of the rules.

Indeed, refining mountains and rivers involves refining all the power of rules that these mountains and rivers bear, including the fallen gods within this world.

Lin Du hovered in the air, looking down at the Fallen God. "I wonder if the Fallen God has ever seen the ancient gods?"

"When the ant in your eyes becomes a god, no longer weaker than you, would you still dare to wield your knife? Would you still dare to feed on me, to use me as a stepping stone?"

At this moment, the god questioned the pitiful, already fallen fragments, uttering each word clearly, "How dare a mere coward to toy with the lives of others?"

The fallen god suddenly froze, not because he dared not move, but because the power of the rules was now applied to him, making him completely unable to move.

The heavy pressure gradually slung down his spine, and also suppressed his ever-cold and contemptuous gaze, making his figure increasingly hunched over, no longer tall, no longer strategic, hanging above everyone's heads, treating them like ants that could be crushed at will, as if they were mere playthings.

Lin Du's clothes grew heavier and heavier, damp from being stained with blood, and then frozen stiff by the cold temperature.

But none of this hindered her movements.

An attack imbued with the power of rules poured out from Lin Du's hand, slamming the Fallen God's bent body to the ground.

"Lin...Du!"

Was Lin Du born to be his nemesis?

The Fallen God gritted his teeth and completely gave up using the power of the rules. He raised his hand with difficulty, and the demonic mass that had been shrunk considerably by the hundredth generation disciple of the Supreme Sect instantly dissipated into rolling demonic energy, which then all flowed into his body.

Yan Qing's blade had just struck the headless torso when it missed its mark, and instantly all the demons turned into thick smoke.

Looking around with a blank expression, Yan Qing sheathed his sword and turned to look at the fallen god who had beaten his fourth uncle to a bloody and disheveled state.

The fallen god, who had been slammed to the ground by Lin Du's palm, immediately rose up and charged towards Lin Du.

"How dare a mere mortal presume to compare himself to the gods?"

"You think you can use the power of all the rules just because you temporarily possessed it through the formation? That's nothing but wishful thinking!"

The two attacks collided again. Lin Du remained expressionless. "You probably don't know, but the person you think only knows how to set up formations is also quite capable in combat."

She wasn't raised by Yan Ye alone.

She was raised by all her senior brothers and sisters from the 99th generation.

The scriptures and moral rules that Feng Chao taught her, the Tai Chi that Jiang Liang taught her, and the talisman techniques that Feng Yi taught her were all taught by the world's top cultivators.

"You may not know, but that's okay. Today I'll show you what it means to be a cultivator from the Supreme Sect—a cultivator with no weaknesses, only strengths."

In the next instant, Lin Du unleashed the Tai Chi Chuan, a technique he had practiced almost daily and which was ingrained in his instincts. It contained several powerful rules, profound, enduring, and indestructible.

A demonic claw formed from demonic energy arrived nearby, and a single punch shattered it.

Then the remaining power surged towards the face of the fallen god, who hurriedly raised his hand to barely defend himself.

Next, Lin Du gave a report performance to the group of senior brothers and sisters who had arrived and their master.

This was a battle that was almost a complete rout.

Without the enhancement of the Heavenly Dao rules, all the attacks of the Fallen Gods are only comparable to Hou Cang's peak attack when he concentrates all his strength. Lin Du is not as good as Hou Cang, but he has the power of the rules. By borrowing the harmonious understanding of Tai Chi, he can deal extremely strong damage with great ease.

Rather than a battle between the two sides, it would be more accurate to say that Lin Du alone carried the mountains and seas of this world and rubbed the fallen god to the ground.

The black figure was repeatedly slammed to the ground by Lin Du, then stubbornly bounced into the air, only to be sent flying several meters away by Lin Du before bouncing back again, like an automatic ball-serving device, constantly sending Lin Du an explosive ball, which Lin Du then used to his advantage to send flying.

"I don't know why, but I always feel that fallen gods are so stubborn," Ni Jinxuan said sincerely. "They are especially strong."

"Yes, even the man-eating monsters in the back mountains of our sect have started to surrender on the ground." Mo Lin hugged his sword. "Anyone who didn't know better would think that your whip was tied to the waist of this fallen god, Junior Sister."

Ju Yuan: ...Why did you call him here? To watch your junior sister swat flies with her bare hands?

Only Jiang Liang remained cold, saying, "Prepare to carry them out in a bit."

When Lin Du raised his hand, you could see the blood droplets being flung into the air due to the speed of his movement. They quickly froze and rolled down, landing on the ground as blood-red ice crystals.

"Alright, it's time to end this." Lin Du felt his body was about to reach its limit, so he raised his hand and conjured an ice blade, which pierced through the opponent's demonic embryo.

The demonic energy surged forth, like smoke signals from a wolf attack.

This is just the smoke of battle after victory.

The fallen god landed heavily on the ground. Ignoring the fact that his demonic embryo had shattered, he raised his hand, drew a knife, and plunged it into his own body, forcibly carving out the Three Poison Seals from his body.

"Hey, senior sister, why is he cutting his own kidney?" Ni Jinxuan turned her head in confusion and looked at Xia Tianwu.

Xia Tian pondered for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't know."

The golden divine patterns on Lin Du's skin began to dissipate and disappear. She landed on the ground and raised her hands to form a hand seal.

On the cultivator's pale face, the golden runes surged and faded down to below his neck, and his silver eyes slowly returned to their usual grayness, revealing an indescribable coldness.

She looked down at him, her robes heavy, blood droplets slowly forming frost, like a demon emerging from a river of blood. "This time, you won't be able to harm anyone again."

"The heavens are free from filth, the earth from dust, the ten directions are purified, all spirits tremble and submit, and perish."

A golden halo surged from her hand in an instant, binding the three poisonous ink clumps that were trying to escape, and then quickly devouring them.

However, the three poisonous fogs dissipated in a short while.

The world slowly returned to its original state. The snow-capped mountains were silent, the sea was calm, and the far north saw the clear sky after the dark clouds had cleared for the first time this year.

Lin Du swayed, blood gushing from his throat, instantly creating a small, bloody river in the snow.

Hou Cang stood there, looking at Lin Du's thin but stubborn figure, and suddenly realized that it was never Lin Du who believed in him, but that she believed in herself.

She is meticulous and calculating, planning every step carefully. Everything in the world is a piece she has laid out for her next move, including herself.

A group of people landed in front of Lin Du at the same time.

"How did you do that?" Yan Ye silently watched Lin Du being treated by a bunch of people, swallowing his blame for the time being.

If we scold him now, what if this kid doesn't want to live anymore?

"I told you long ago, Master, I am absolutely the number one genius in the art of array formations." Lin Du lazily raised her eyes, letting Xia Tianwu wipe the bloodstains from her face.

Yan Ye hissed, wishing he could give it a flick on the head, but the little thing was too fragile to hit.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Wenfu for his tricks during the Central Plains Grand Competition. I looked at the array they refined, studied it, compared it with the ancient god's array, and made a modification."

"What the ancient gods wanted was to completely imprison the power of rules within their bodies, but I am different. I only need the rules to remain on my body for a short time. Therefore, I created a completely new one, Refining Mountains and Rivers."

Lin Du sat on the ground, looked up at Yan Ye, and said smugly, "How about that? Haven't I surpassed my teacher?"

"What you can't fix, I can fix."

The world calmed down completely. In the far north, there was no wind or waves. A group of white, fluffy creatures emerged from the defensive array that Lin Du had asked them to set up earlier, shaking off the snow particles from their bodies.

Today is the first day since the gods returned, and it's also the sunny day they've been longing for—a day without wind or snow.