I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, at the Martial Arts Training Square.

A fierce wind howled, whipping up a turbulent sea of ​​clouds. The white jade square, usually a paradise on earth, was now filled with an intense, chilling aura of iron will and murderous intent.

More than a thousand surviving Kunlun disciples stood in neat rows on the square, like silent terracotta warriors.

No one whispered to each other; they even kept their breathing to a minimum. Their Taoist robes were still tattered and bloodstained, but each of them stood ramrod straight, like swords that had just been tempered in blood and stripped of their ostentation.

At the very front of the group, Chu Tian carried the crooked peach wood sword that originally belonged to the fat man on his back, with the Qingming sword with a blunt blade hanging at his waist, his eyes as dark as an abyss.

"Buzz—"

The void trembled slightly, and a white figure silently appeared in the clouds above the plaza.

Gu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the mountain breeze, giving him an ethereal air. His spotless white robes created a striking visual contrast with the more than a thousand blood-soaked figures below, who looked as if they had crawled out of hell.

One is a high and mighty deity, unmoved by joy or sorrow;

A group of believers struggling to survive in mud and blood.

The square fell silent instantly, all eyes fixed on the man in mid-air.

Gu Qing's gaze slowly swept over the group of young faces below.

He saw the coldness in Chu Tian's eyes, the stubbornness of the female disciple biting her lip, and the grief and confusion that many people tried to hide but still churned deep in their eyes.

"You hate?"

Gu Qing finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unparalleled divine power, resounding like a great bell deep within everyone's minds.

"Do you hate that monster who wreaked havoc in the East Sea? Do you hate the Void for taking the lives of your fellow disciples?"

"Or perhaps...deep down, you also hate me?"

Gu Qing looked down at them, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips: "Do you hate me for not acting sooner? Do you hate me for standing by and watching nearly five hundred disciples be vaporized by void energy and devoured by giant beasts, while you remained on the clouds, doing nothing?!"

The disciples below were startled.

No one dared to speak, but many people's knuckles had turned a ghastly white from gripping their sword hilts so tightly.

Yes, in the most desperate moments, in the instant before their comrades died tragically, this thought uncontrollably flashed through their minds.

Their dean, that all-powerful god, could have easily shattered that Leviathan with a single sword strike. Why did he wait until they suffered heavy casualties before showing them even a shred of mercy?

"If you feel wronged, angry, or that fate has been unfair..."

Gu Qing's voice suddenly turned cold, and a terrifying pressure descended upon him.

"Bang!"

The disciples who were closest to the center felt a sudden weight on their shoulders, as if a mountain was pressing down on them, and their knees buckled, almost causing them to collapse to their knees.

"Then swallow this grievance, along with your cheap tears!"

Gu Qing's gaze was like a knife, ruthlessly scraping through everyone's soul.

"Look at yourselves now! You survived, and now you think you're heroes? You think you're entitled to demand justice from heaven just because you've survived a near-death experience?"

"madness!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Gu Qing projected a huge holographic screen into the sky.

The image shows a giant hand of Nascent Soul stage cultivator emerging from a spatial rift, and behind the rift, an endless army of void beings, as numerous as the stars.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully! This is the universe you are about to face!"

"In mortal society, there are laws, morality, and compassion. Murder is a crime, robbery is a crime. But in the world of cultivators, in the cruel laws of the void and all the realms, there is no right or wrong, no good or evil, not even good and evil!"

Gu Qing's voice was like a biting cold wind, tearing the last shred of hope in their hearts to shreds:

"In this universe, there is only one greatest sin—weakness!"

"Weakness is the original sin!"

"Why did your fellow disciples die? Was it because the void creatures were too cruel? Was it because I didn't save them?"

"No!"

"It's because they're too weak! It's because you're too weak!"

"If you were all at the Golden Core stage, that Leviathan wouldn't even be able to withstand a single sword strike from you! If you were all at the Nascent Soul stage, that outstretched hand would only be fit to be used as material for refining weapons!"

Gu Qing pointed at Chu Tian and shouted sharply, "Chu Tian, ​​tell me, if you were strong enough, would Zhao Feng need to burn his own lifespan to pave the way for you? Would that fat guy be torn to pieces by the void monsters?!"

Chu Tian trembled violently. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely, "No need! If I were strong enough, they would be the ones to die!!!"

"Well said!"

Gu Qing withdrew her finger, her gaze icy cold:

"Heaven doesn't believe in tears; the law of the universe is survival of the fittest. Today, monsters from the void have descended upon Earth to devour you. Tomorrow, if gods and demons from higher dimensions arrive, a single breath from them will reduce the entire Earth to ashes!"

"Do you really think you can protect this planet with an army of mortals, with those missiles and nuclear weapons you're so proud of?"

Gu Qing sneered, "You've already seen it in the East China Sea. Materialist weapons are nothing but scrap metal in the face of rules from a higher dimension! Only power that transcends the rules can save this world!"

Gu Qing slowly opened her arms, as if to embrace the whole world:

"The era of global hunting has begun. From this moment on, Earth is no longer a comfortable greenhouse; it has become a vast dark forest, a grinding mill of flesh and blood!"

"Monsters will appear on the streets, in schools, and among your loved ones!"

"And you..."

Gu Qing's gaze gradually turned fervent as he pointed at the group of young people below, their bodies covered in wounds.

"You are the only swordsmen in this dark forest!"

"I don't need you to act like compassionate saints, I don't need you to mourn the dead!"

"I need you to become Asuras, even more ferocious and ruthless than those monsters!"

"Go kill! Go chop! Chop every void creature that dares to set foot on Earth into mincemeat!"

"Use their flesh and blood to nourish your foundation, and use their crystal cores to pave your path to immortality!"

"As long as you are more cruel and more powerful than them, you are the gods of this planet!"

The square was deathly silent.

But beneath this silence, it's as if billions of volcanoes are brewing an eruption.

As Chu Tian listened to Gu Qing's words, the image of the fat man's tragic death kept replaying in his mind, while he felt Zhao Feng's faint breathing on his back.

Yes.

Weakness is the only original sin.

If we don't want to lose anything more, if we want to protect the lights of every home below the mountain, if we want to forcefully pull our brother, who only has five years left to live, back to the world of the living...

Then the only option is to become stronger! Become stronger by any means necessary! Slaughter all enemies who stand in your way!

"kill!!!"

Chu Tian suddenly drew his Azure Nether Sword, pointing it straight at the sky, and let out a fierce roar like that of a wild beast.

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

More than a thousand Kunlun disciples drew their swords at the same time.

There were no uniform slogans, only a pure and insane killing intent.

The combined roar of over a thousand people actually shattered the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

In mid-air, Gu Qing looked down at the group of "perfect weapons" whose fanaticism and bloodlust had been completely ignited, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

[Ding! Extremely fanatical faith and reverence detected in the target group.]

[Warning: The collected information contains a large amount of extreme emotions (killing, revenge, paranoia), which will cause a shift in the system's bias.]

Gu Qing ignored the system warnings.

Extreme faith is often the most powerful faith. In chaotic times, harsh measures are needed; in times of apocalypse, lukewarm faith is unnecessary. What is needed is a pack of mad dogs willing to tear apart any enemy for them.

"very good."

Gu Qing's voice returned to its initial indifference and aloofness.

He reached into his robes and pulled out an ancient jade seal that shimmered with a faint purple light.

As he infused his spiritual power, the jade seal burst forth with dazzling light, transforming into countless streams of light that precisely landed on each disciple's original "Guardian Token".

"This is the new 'Guardian Order,' and it's also your life-or-death talisman. It's connected to Kunlun's 'Battle Merit System.'"

"For every void creature you kill, you will automatically gain battle merits. Battle merits can be exchanged for stronger cultivation techniques, sharper flying swords, and even... life-extending elixirs."

When Gu Qing mentioned the words "longevity elixir," he glanced at Zhao Feng on Chu Tian's back, seemingly unintentionally.

Chu Tian's eyes instantly became dazzlingly bright.

"Now, put away your weakness."

Gu Qing turned around, his back to them, and with a wave of his sleeve, pointed to the vast mortal world at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

"Go down the mountain."

"Go and tell the world, the immortals have arrived."

"I will obey the Dean's decree!!!"

More than a thousand disciples let out a deafening roar in unison.

next second.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A chorus of swords rang out.

Countless sword lights of various colors shot into the sky.

In that instant, it seemed as if a reverse meteor shower erupted atop Kunlun Mountain.

More than a thousand Kunlun sword cultivators, dressed in tattered and blood-stained clothes, rode on flying swords, carrying tangible killing intent and determination, like a group of vengeful gods descending from the sky, rapidly falling towards all directions of China and towards defense zones around the world where disasters were breaking out!

The sky was streaked with brilliant trails by the sword light.

The world below the mountain is about to undergo a complete reshuffle.

Gu Qing stood alone atop the desolate Kunlun Mountains, overlooking the global hunting frenzy that he himself had initiated.

The wind blew through his white robe, making it flutter.

In the depths of his eyes, which reflected the vastness of the mortal world, human emotions were slowly freezing into ice.

"Go, my children..."