Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

As he spoke, he opened his palm, and in the palm of his hand was a tiny figure, about three inches in size, dressed in the robes of a Brahmin priest, trembling with fear. Who else could it be but the high priest?

Qin Chuan casually tossed the little man to the ground as if discarding a piece of trash, and at the same time repeated that familiar phrase to Wu Tian:

"This person should be handed over to the master for handling."

The little figure instantly transformed back into human form upon landing; it was none other than the Brahmin high priest.

Still in shock, he looked up and saw Wu Tian's familiar yet unfamiliar face. He turned ashen-faced, his heart pounding in his chest!

"Kinn...Kinnara Bodhisattva!"

The high priest fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling and choked with sobs:

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! I, a Brahmin... I, a Brahmin, have decided to convert and have joined the Western Religion! We are now on the same side! Great Bodhisattva Kinnara! Great Dharma Protector Kinnara! I beg you, for the sake of our shared faith, spare me! Spare my dog's life!"

He wept uncontrollably and kowtowed repeatedly, trying to use this fragile relationship to save his life.

However, what he received in response was Wutian's expressionless, endlessly cold gaze.

Wutian didn't even bother to waste words with him, and simply raised his palm and pressed down lightly from a distance!

"puff--!"

A slight muffled thud.

The high priest, who was still desperately begging for mercy, had his body and soul crushed by an invisible force, instantly turning into the finest dust without leaving a trace. He was completely annihilated between heaven and earth, and even the chance of reincarnation was completely erased!

Decisive, efficient, and ruthless!

Seeing this, Ao Run, far from being uncomfortable, had a brightening look in her eyes and turned to Qin Chuan, whispering:

"Master, just as you said, this person... is quite interesting!"

With her cultivation level and eyesight, she could clearly perceive that Wutian at this moment was no longer a Buddha or a Bodhisattva, but a living demon, an unparalleled great demon!

She was also filled with curiosity. What could have caused such a dramatic transformation in a compassionate monk in just three days?

After dealing with the high priest, Wutian's cold gaze turned to Qin Chuan once more.

He first sized up Ao Run, and with his almost demonic power, he easily saw through her true dragon roots.

He then focused his attention back on Qin Chuan.

The more he perceived, the more solemn his expression became.

Even though he had defied the Buddha and become a demon, his cultivation and combat power had skyrocketed, almost reaching the level of a Great Luo Giant, he still felt as if he were facing an endless starry sky when facing this black-robed youth. His cultivation was unfathomable, and he could not see through his cultivation foundation at all!

“Fellow Daoist,” Wutian said in a deep voice, his tone scrutinizing and wary, “who exactly are you?”

Qin Chuan toyed with the wine glass on the table, his tone casual, yet his words struck Wu Tian like a thunderclap: "Not long ago, I subdued the Dragon Clan and destroyed the Yin Shang Dynasty."

Wu Tian's heart trembled violently!

Subdue the dragons! Destroy the Shang Dynasty!

He instantly recalled the momentous event that had shaken the Three Realms not long ago—a saint from another world descended upon the East Sea, forcing the Primordial Heavenly Venerable to retreat and establishing the Immortal Qin Dynasty to replace the Yin Shang Dynasty!

All the clues connected instantly!

The person before me was none other than the otherworldly saint who even the Primordial Celestial Venerable had to temporarily avoid his sharp edge!

Knowing Qin Chuan's identity, Wu Tian became completely at ease.

Faced with an omnipotent saint, one's every thought and action is probably already within his calculations.

To cover it up is pointless.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and asked directly, "I wonder what instruction the Sage has for Wutian here today?"

Qin Chuan stopped beating around the bush, looked at him calmly, and said frankly, "Recruit."

"Recruit?" Wu Tian's eyes flickered slightly.

"Indeed," Qin Chuan said slowly. "You want to overturn the order of the Three Realms and be an enemy of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky. This ambition is earth-shattering. But, with your strength alone, it is far from enough."

He paused, then continued, "I recruit you for two reasons. First, talent is rare. Someone like you is not someone we should miss once we've met you."

"Secondly," Qin Chuan's gaze seemed to pierce through the future, seeing the destined calamity, "you will inevitably trigger a 'calamity of no heaven' that will sweep across the Three Realms and Six Paths and affect all living beings. I have come here today to make a move in advance in this calamity and gain the upper hand."

After hearing Qin Chuan's words, Wu Tian fell silent.

He lowered his head slightly, his long black hair obscuring his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

He did not respond immediately, but stood there quietly, lost in deep thought.

Inside the inn, only the faint sound of the wind coming from outside the window and the invisible yet heavy and oppressive atmosphere remained.

Qin Chuan did not urge him, but quietly waited for this newly born Demon to make a decision that would affect the future of the Three Realms.

With Wutian joining the fray in Chapter 20, how far behind can the Monkey King be?

Qin Chuan's words were like heavy hammer blows, striking Wu Tian's heart and stirring up huge waves.

He did not respond immediately, but simply lowered his head in silence.

Thick black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, concealing the demonic intent churning in his eyes and those fragmented yet burning memories of the past.

The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the silent roar of the internal struggle within him.

Just as he was wavering, Qin Chuan seemed to have seen through all his thoughts and spoke leisurely.

The voice was calm and even, yet as precise as a scalpel, dissecting the root cause of defeat within that predetermined trajectory of fate:

"Your future defeat will not be due to your magical powers. With your Demonic form and your control of the World-Destroying Black Lotus, there are very few in the Three Realms and Six Paths who can stand against you head-on. The root of your defeat lies in the lack of capable subordinates! The people you have gathered are nothing more than a greedy, short-sighted, and opportunistic mob. They are good at internal strife but collapse when faced with external conflicts. They are ultimately hopeless cases."

He paused slightly, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as if piercing through layers of time and space, staring directly at the predetermined end of that calamity:

"And your opponent, the divinely ordained protector, is none other than Sun Wukong, a clever stone monkey born with the destiny of heaven and earth, possessing both wisdom and courage, and full of resourcefulness. With this shift in power, a group of incompetent teammates have encountered a divine opponent. Even if you possess extraordinary abilities, you cannot escape the fate of failing at the last minute and becoming a stepping stone for others."

This chilling and penetrating analysis, like the sharpest blade, mercilessly sliced ​​through the unease and premonition that had always lingered deep within Wutian's heart, yet which he had been unwilling to confront.

He abruptly raised his head, a flash of bloodlust appearing and disappearing in his eyes. He stared intently at Qin Chuan and asked the question that had been swirling in his heart, the question that concerned his final decision. His voice was hoarse from suppressed emotion, yet it carried a hint of expectation:

"What is the essential difference between those under the command of a sage and the celestial beings of the heavens or the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Paradise?"

He needs a definite answer, an answer that will convince him.

If this so-called Immortal Qin, under the command of the so-called otherworldly saints, is still a place with strict hierarchy, bound by rules, and treating all living beings as ants and weeds, filled with hypocrisy and double standards.

He was utterly ruthless; he would rather fight alone until his body and soul were destroyed than bow down and join forces with him!

His demands are pure and extreme: to find truly like-minded companions and join a brand new camp that is not hypocritical, not pretentious, and where strength speaks louder than words!

Faced with Wutian's pointed question, Qin Chuan's lips curled slightly, forming a detached and arrogant arc.

He slowly raised his right hand, a spark of spiritual light flickering at his fingertips, instantly expanding into a clear light screen. Reflected within the light screen was the grand and orderly spectacle of the Super Beast World.

"Under my command, there is only one supreme law—the strong are respected!"

Qin Chuan said calmly:

"Besides, there are no more formalities and seniority-based systems like those in the Heavenly Realm, nor are there any strict rules and hypocrisy like those in Buddhism. The capable rise to the top, and the incompetent step down. Everything is based on strength and merit, which is simple, direct, and fair."

Within the light screen, scenes shift and change.

Warriors from the Underworld and warriors from the Holy Realm clashed fiercely in a magnificent arena. The victors won unparalleled glory and cultivation resources, while the losers were convinced of their defeat.

Within its vast territory, ordinary citizens of the underworld live in peace and prosperity under the protection of strict order, developing technology, exploring art, and pursuing the meaning of their own lives.

The weak are not objects to be slaughtered or enslaved at will; they also enjoy the basic rights to survival and development.

This is a world that wonderfully blends the jungle law of "survival of the fittest" with the cornerstone of civilization of "order and protection".

It is far more real and fair than the Heavenly Court and the Spirit Mountain, which appear glamorous but are actually rotten and full of hypocrisy and injustice!

Wutian stared intently at the scene on the light screen, his divine sense sensing the aura that was so different from the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect in this world—a vibrant and competitive yet subtly orderly atmosphere.

The demonic energy within his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his heart felt as if a raging storm was crashing against him!

This is exactly the world he subconsciously seeks!

It values ​​strength and competition, but it does not completely disregard the weak, giving them space to survive within an established order!

After a long while, the churning bloodlust and chaotic demonic intent in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a clarity and determination as if he had found a way forward and a direction.

He stepped forward and slowly knelt on one knee before Qin Chuan. Although his posture still carried the inherent arrogance of the Demon Ancestor, his voice was incredibly clear and resounding:

"Wu Tian...I am willing to serve the Sage as my master and serve him like a dog or a horse!"

Qin Chuan looked at him, nodded slightly, and then said, "Now that you are under my command, you are mine. I can take action, trace the passage of time, and revive Ashu for you."

However, Wutian suddenly looked up again, a flash of extreme obsession and deep, ocean-like love in his eyes, and resolutely refused:

"No! Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty! But my affair with Ashu is my lifelong obsession, and I must settle it myself! Once I have achieved my wish and personally overthrown this hypocritical and unbearable old order of the Three Realms, I will personally go to find her and bring her back! I want her to see with her own eyes the new world I have created for her and for all living beings!"

This is his deepest obsession, one of the reasons he went against the Buddha and became a demon.

He wanted to rely on his own strength to fulfill his promise to that woman and wash away the humiliation and helplessness he had suffered.

"Ambitious."

Qin Chuan was not displeased by the refusal; he simply offered a casual compliment before shifting the topic to Wu Tian's most critical weakness:

"You have just begun your transformation from Buddha to demon. Although your momentum is overwhelming and unstoppable, your demonic foundation is not yet stable and your demonic essence is impure. You still need to be tempered and refined. In this state, you are not up to the task. Even with the Black Lotus, you will find it difficult to exert its power."

As he spoke, he pointed his fingers like a sword and casually slashed at the empty space beside him!

"Sizzle—!"

With a crisp, tearing sound, the solid void barrier was ripped open, leaving a huge gap!

Beyond the rift lies not ordinary spatial turbulence, but an eerie world of endless depth, absolute stillness, and the purest, most primal darkness and demonic energy—the Abyss of Darkness!

The moment the rift opened, the extremely pure abyssal demonic energy, seemingly capable of eroding everything, was released, causing even Ao Run, a dragon of the Taiyi True Immortal realm who was standing nearby, to feel a chill and tremor from the depths of his blood.

"This is the Abyss of Darkness, a place where negative energy, resentment, and demonic laws accumulated over billions of years in this world converge and are born."

Qin Chuan pointed to the crack that exuded both endless allure and deadly danger:

"Entering this place to cultivate and draw upon the demonic energy of the abyss to temper your body and refine your soul can help you solidify your demonic foundation and purify your demonic essence. The day you can completely control this abyss and make its power your own will be the day you achieve the Great Luo Demon Lord Dao Fruit in this world."

Wu Tian looked at the dark rift that seemed to devour everything. Instead of fear, his eyes shone brightly with demonic light, filled with desire and a sense of challenge.

He solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qin Chuan: "I will certainly live up to the sage's expectations!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a resolute, jet-black streak of light, plunging into the crevice without hesitation, his figure instantly swallowed by the endless darkness.