“Brand new satin, produced in Lingnan Dao, most favored by dignitaries…”

“Selling charcoal, fifty copper coins, only fifty copper coins~”

“Freshly baked sesame seed cakes~”

…

The sounds of various people entered his ears, everything was exactly the same as when he had just entered the city.

For most people in this city, everything that had just happened seemed to have never occurred at all.

“They…”

Tu Ba looked at the bustling downtown area, his heart filled with complex emotions.

The people in this city raised various beasts for food, but they were also raised by gods. Perhaps the environment was slightly better, but this still did not change the fact that they were being raised.

“The so-called Divine Realm is nothing more than a blindfold.”

An Qisheng glanced at the rabbit demon and walked towards the restaurant again.

The red-clothed man who claimed to be a god was indeed protecting this city. That layer of restriction was both a blindfold and a protective formation.

It seemed to confirm the words he had seen in the You Shen brand that day.

Only by being used by the gods can one exist forever in the world?

As his gaze flickered, An Qisheng’s heart was filled with deep contemplation.

“You, aren’t you leaving yet?”

Tu Ba came back to his senses and exclaimed in surprise when he saw An Qisheng walking towards the restaurant again.

He couldn't help but feel worried.

Regardless of the legends, gods were inviolable. Any living being who dared to offend a god would suffer a calamity.

He killed that god and wasn’t leaving? Wasn’t he afraid of being hunted down?

The gods had appeared, so did the Huang Tian Di Ting (Imperial Court of the Azure Heavens), which had ruled the heavens and earth for countless years in the legends, also truly exist?

The thought that he might have offended the most powerful force throughout history made Tu Ba’s legs feel weak.

In the bustling downtown area, An Qisheng’s mind was calm, and his footsteps did not stop for a moment as he re-entered the restaurant:

“I haven’t paid for the food and wine yet, how can I just leave?”

Food and wine money…

Even though Tu Ba had thought of many possibilities, he was still stunned by this answer.

Did such an expert still have to pay for his meals?

…

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

Coming back to his senses, Tian Ren’s mind was filled with boundless pain from the inside out.

This was not only the pain caused by the severe damage to his primordial spirit, but also the heartache of his divine body being destroyed.

Tens of thousands of years ago, a world-shattering battle broke out between heaven and earth.

In that battle, countless gods fell, and countless experts spilled their blood across the starry sky.

Even though that battle took place in the star sea, beyond the heavens, the aftershocks still caused great disasters, submerging more than half of the continents and killing and injuring far more living beings than Jingzhao.

But even in such a battle, he had been fortunate enough not to be affected and had survived.

Who would have thought that after his re-emergence, his divine body would be destroyed!

Even more so, if he hadn't had other plans before, he would probably be doomed and his soul would have returned to the Nether Ghost Kingdom!

“Revered God seems a little embarrassed? Where is your divine body? The divine body that was not destroyed even during the Fenghuang (Phoenix) Punishes Heaven War? Could it be…”

Tian Ren’s silent roar broke the silence in this dark cave.

Two ghost fires lit up in the darkness, faintly illuminating the surroundings.

This was a dark and damp cave. Although it was a cave, it was not small, but extremely high and large, enough to accommodate ten thousand people standing side by side.

However, the cave was empty at this time, with no trace of life.

Only many stone carvings and statues engraved with strange images stood tall, and the location of the ghost fire was precisely in the center guarded by the many stone statues and carvings.

There, there was a throne cast from a deep, black gemstone.

“Ant, you are blasphemous!”

Tian Ren came back to his senses, and his violent divine thoughts swept towards the white-clothed young Daoist reclining on the throne.

The white-clothed Daoist was perfectly proportioned and his skin was crystal clear. His blood vessels and meridians were visible beneath his skin. He was the only light in this dark cave.

“Yes, I am, I am an ant.”

The white-clothed Daoist reclining on the throne nodded slightly and looked at the altar in the darkness that was emitting invisible fluctuations, smiling humbly:

“But why do you have to emphasize it? Could it be that you are afraid that the ant will be detrimental to you?”

His smile was humble, his posture was flamboyant, but his words carried a hint of undisguised sarcasm.

“You dare to disrespect this god!”

Tian Ren was shocked and angry, but he did not expect that an ant who relied on him for survival would dare to be so disrespectful to him.

The white-clothed Daoist was named Ruan Jingfei.

Hundreds of years ago, this man strayed into his slumbering place and saw his divine body. This man’s talent was not bad. When he saw his divine body, his primordial spirit did not explode, but he comprehended a supernatural power.

In the years that followed, he practiced in seclusion here, and used the White Bone Divine Power he had comprehended to build this underground palace, collecting the corpses of many experts to build this altar.

Allowing him to recover in advance.

For this reason, this person controlled the Demon Slaying Hall, and the people and demons he had killed in the past few decades were as numerous as mountains and seas. Only in this way did he gain his trust.

Now it seemed that this person also had ulterior motives?

“Of course, the ant wouldn’t dare.”

The white-clothed Daoist shook his head gently, a playful smile appearing on his handsome, unearthly face, making the red mark between his brows even more conspicuous:

“It’s just that this ant is quite curious, what could make the revered god so embarrassed, even losing his divine body…”

“Hahaha!”

As he spoke, he seemed unable to restrain himself any longer, and the white-clothed Daoist raised his head and laughed loudly, extremely perverse.

Buzz buzz buzz~~~

With his strange laughter, gusts of yin wind suddenly rose in the cave, spreading and rolling around, pulling out the bone-chilling air.

Shadows of ghosts that seemed to emerge from nowhere danced wildly in the dark cave.

From time to time, strange laughter was heard.

“Revered God, where is your divine body? Could it be that you were so hungry that you roasted and ate it yourself?”

“How tragic! How tragic! A god without even a divine body, does that mean you are now going to be called a Revered Ghost?”

“Oh dear~ Look, he looks like a dog! Hahaha”

“God! Why don’t you speak? Are you reminiscing about your past glory?”

“What glory is there? Just a mere local god, the most inferior remnant god of the Di Ting (Imperial Court)!”

…

Hundreds of ghosts danced wildly, extremely cold.

Tian Ren’s divine will fluctuated, and a great murderous intent was about to erupt in his heart: “A hundred ghosts walking at night? I didn’t expect that before me, you had already hooked up with the Nether Ghost Kingdom!”

Being ridiculed by the ant he had raised, Tian Ren suddenly regained his composure.

In his current state, perhaps there was a slight possibility that he would be backlashed by this ant.

If it really happened, it would be a great disgrace.

“No no no…”

Faced with Tian Ren’s questioning, the white-clothed Daoist shook his head repeatedly: “The ant’s acquaintance with the revered god is much older than you think.”

“Huh?!”

Tian Ren’s heart trembled, and countless memories rolled through his mind, but in the end, he gained nothing.

“You have probably forgotten? That’s right, you are such a lofty god, how would you care about an ant that you casually crushed?”

The white-clothed Daoist seemed to smile and cry, and the expression on his face changed unpredictably.

The shadows of the ghosts that were whistling back and forth, dancing and howling, had already spoken for him.

“It should have been a day sixty-seven thousand three hundred and forty-two years ago. I vaguely remember that that year was the ten thousandth year of King Yu’s reign!”

“That year, the whole world celebrated, not only Dong Sheng, Nan Zhan Zhou, but also the northern Ju, where demons were rampant, and the ferocious Western He of the Buddhist kingdom, had people coming to worship.”

“That year, King Yu went on patrol, and wherever he passed, mountains and seas echoed, and the world was peaceful. That year, Master taught scriptures, leading three thousand disciples to travel to various places, preaching scriptures and establishing etiquette, and reasoning with people, demons, asuras, ghosts, and demons…”

“That year, I was one of the three thousand disciples…”

One after another, the shadows of ghosts danced, telling the words that had been suppressed in the white-clothed Daoist’s heart for countless years in a weeping voice.

“A Confucian disciple?!”

Tian Ren’s heart trembled, and suddenly, he seemed to see that extremely tall old man again.

Vaguely, he remembered something.

Before the war, Master preached the Dao in the world, and seemed to have passed by here, but with Master in front, who would care about the Confucian disciples who were preaching the Dao in various places?

But how could this person be a Confucian disciple?

Recalling the mountains of corpses and seas of blood he had seen over the years, the person in front of him was more like a demon than a demon, how could he be a disciple of Master?

“I died…”

The white-clothed Daoist slowly sat up straight, and the skin on his body suddenly disappeared and dissipated, followed by his flesh and internal organs.

In an instant, he had turned into a mottled skeleton.

‘Crack crack crack’

The skeleton raised its hand, and the finger bones made a ‘crack crack’ sound:

“How can ten thousand years of cultivation compare to the hundreds of millions of years of cultivation of the gods? Even with Fenghuang, even with Master, even with the number one demon of all ages…

How long did the Confucian school persist? It seems like twenty years, or maybe thirty years?

I still remember the day when stars fell from outside the heavens, Fenghuang danced outside the nine heavens, and gods fell like rain. The world was filled with flames. Even with all kinds of true dragons roaring, the four seas were almost evaporated, right?

The fire of the Phoenix does not burn innocent demons or humans, and it does not even pay attention to local gods like you, but what did you do that day?”

The white-clothed man’s expression was desolate and cold.

How easy is it to be resurrected from the dead? Even with good fortune, he had been沉沦(sinking/lost) for tens of thousands of years before he was resurrected, and he had lost his previous cultivation.

With a skeleton body, it is difficult to cultivate the Confucian school's Haoran Qi.

As he spoke, flesh and blood regenerated on the skeleton again.

“For many years, I have provided offerings, and for many years, I have been pious. Has the humility of generations of people ever made you hesitate when you attacked?”

The white-clothed Daoist held the armrest of the throne, his face already chilling: “The local god of the Yu Dynasty, Tian Ren (Heavenly Blade), the Seven Killings God!”

Whoosh~

Endless coldness filled the cave, and shadows of ghosts howled and disappeared, as if they could not bear the terrifying aura and hid themselves one after another.

“What a good ant, what a good ant, with such hatred in his heart, he can still hide by this god’s side for many years. This god has underestimated you…”

Above the altar made of piled-up bones, Tian Ren showed his illusory body, a deep coldness on his face:

“God shepherds the world, and providing offerings is the way to survive. Humility is the foundation of respecting gods! To be able to withstand calamities for this god, what do a few mere mortals count for?”

“Still that hateful face…”

The white-clothed man was expressionless, as if he had not been provoked, but the coldness in the depths of his eyes was even deeper.

“Gods exist between heaven and earth, if we are not useful, why should we give the earth to you?

The strong prey on the weak, this is the eternal way of heaven! Just like now, when humans are strong and demons are weak, humans can raise groups of beasts, to satisfy their hunger and desires.”

Tian Ren’s figure flickered, but his tone did not change: “Gods are more powerful and merciful than humans. We do not need your flesh or your humility. What we need, we can take it, and we do not need your offerings!”

Tian Ren’s expression was indifferent and mocking. Even after falling to this point, he still looked down on the ant he had once raised:

“Do you know how many races envy your qualifications to offer sacrifices?”

“Envy?”

Recalling the hundreds of millions of walking corpses in the midst of war, the white-clothed man’s expression seemed a little dim and desolate, and he couldn’t help but murmur in his heart.

In his previous life, until his death, he still couldn't understand why Master and others wanted to join forces with Fenghuang to punish heaven.

Only in this life did he gradually understand.

Some things that others give can be taken away after all, and lingering on should not be the way of the human race.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts!

That’s the way things are in this world.

“This god is very curious…”

Seeing the ant in front of him looking sad, Tian Ren felt very happy in his heart, as if he had walked out of his previous defeat, and looked down at the white-clothed Daoist:

“Since you hate this god so much, why have you been patient until now? When this god was sleeping, although you may not have been able to succeed, you had a chance…”

“Hehe~”

Hearing this, the white-clothed Daoist smiled, gently and coldly: “How could I be willing to do that?”

“Huh?”

Tian Ren’s face sank, and seeing the smile on his face, he suddenly remembered something, and his heart suddenly jumped: “What did you do with this尊(honorable) one’s divine blood?”

Tian Ren’s heart had a bad premonition.

This white-clothed man had been extremely humble to him for many years, and because he wanted to use his hand to recover in advance, he gave him many benefits.

Among them was divine blood, used to cleanse his bloodline.

At this time, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The wonderful use of divine blood was far more than just cleansing the bloodline.

“Divine blood has infinite wonderful uses, but it is not worthy of being tainted by my bloodline. Your essence blood, of course, is used to search for other gods!”

It was as if thousands of thunderbolts flashed at the same time, and the cave was filled with white light.

Amidst the rumbling of the throne, the white-clothed Daoist stood up, rolling up endless yin and cold air, and pounced on Tian Ren, whose expression had changed drastically on the altar:

“If I only kill you, why would I need to go through so much trouble? What I want to kill is so-called ‘evil gods’ like you, who are hated by people and ghosts!”

The six paths of heaven and earth: Dao, Buddha, God, Demon, Yao (Demon/Monster), and Gui (Ghost).

But in the eyes of some people, they can be changed to Dao, Buddha, Xie (Evil), Mo (Demon), Yao (Demon/Monster), and Gui (Ghost)!

God is evil!

“Your blood will become my curse to kill you evil gods, the Zhu Xie Great Curse (Exorcising Evil Great Curse)!”

The altar vibrated, and endless murderous aura surged, about to explode. Tian Ren’s mind was shaken, and even more endless coldness surged. He never expected that

Such a scheming evil person had been hiding by his side all along.

“Killing you should be able to save this god’s unintentional mistake!”

After the shock, it was rage.

Tian Ren let out a long roar, using words to delay the recovery of his divine thoughts, and was about to activate the Seven Killings Divine Power to suppress and kill the ant in front of him.

But in the next moment, his expression changed completely.

His divine will was actually locked on this altar, and even if his divine thoughts shook so much that the mountain was about to collapse, he could not leave.

Whoosh!

The change in expression was only for a moment, and endless white light had already roared down, submerging the entire altar:

“If you go to the Ghost Kingdom Netherworld, don’t forget me, ‘White Bone Daoist Ruan Jingfei’!”