The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

"The World Society is doomed! Your dreams are shattered!"

A hoarse, manic voice echoed through the buildings. Dressed in purple robes with a full head of white hair, he was none other than Xiong Ba's father, the Purple Robe Boss, and the number one expert of the World Society.

A strange voice rang out from his throat, "Who killed him? I want him dead, I want him dead!"

If anyone were here, they would find that his aged face displayed two completely different expressions, like a split personality, chaotic yet unified.

The leader in purple robes stared wide-eyed, his eyes bloodshot and faintly gleaming. "Back then, no one in the World Society could withstand that sword strike. Even our headquarters was shattered. How do you plan to take revenge?"

He had barely finished speaking when his expression changed, filled with intense hatred. "That's my son! Even if I die, I will take my revenge!"

The next moment, his expression changed again, and his voice became frantic, "As long as you give me your body, I will help you take revenge!"

"Can you?"

"Have you forgotten that power?"

After a long pause, his expression calmed down. "Okay, here you go!"

With a single thought, he relinquished his obsession. The two shared a body. When the purple-robed leader gave up his obsession, the King's spiritual will devoured him, and the two merged into one. The madness and hatred on his face gradually solidified, and his chaotic mind gradually returned to normal.

……

"kill!"

Without Xiong Ba, the Tianxia Society was like a snake without a head. In less than half a year, the entire society was torn apart, with the leaders of the branch leaders establishing their own independent regimes. Chaos reigned in the Northwest, and the people suffered greatly.

Gangs clashed and fought each other to expand their territories. Xiong Ba died, and the foundation he left behind attracted the covetous eyes of many. He was not the only one with ambition in this world.

When Xiong Ba was alive, the heroes of the North could only bow down and submit; those with backbone were all dead. After Xiong Ba's death, the Purple-Clad Leader remained behind the scenes, finding it difficult to step into the limelight.

Many people consider themselves the successors to the powerful and want to take control of the World Society.

In an instant, countless killings erupted in the north.

Amid the chaos, a woman arrived in the North. She witnessed everything but did not intervene. The more she saw, the colder her heart grew. "Slaughter, ambition, hypocrisy, betrayal—the people of this land are still the same as they were hundreds of years ago."

After parting ways with Su Ming, Bai Suzhen traveled the world, practicing her way of saving the world. The king's betrayal made her distrust everyone. She witnessed suffering and saved many people.

But all living beings suffer; how can she save everyone?

There are no demons in the world; demons are created in people's hearts.

In the darkness, she arrived in the Northwest, in Tianyin City.

The towering city walls stand majestically at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, a place where merchants and travelers constantly come and go. Merchants from distant lands and the Central Plains gathered here, creating prosperity. But behind this prosperity, evil also bred.

Bu Bai Suzhen saw that the people here toiled day and night, yet had to pay heavy taxes, and the money and grain they earned were barely enough to feed themselves. The members of the World Society did not work in the city, but instead flaunted their power, oppressed the common people, and committed all kinds of evil deeds.

At this time, in their leisure time, the people couldn't help but miss Xiong Ba. When Xiong Ba was still alive, Tianyin City was not so chaotic, and there were not so many exorbitant taxes. Their lives were much better.

Inside the restaurant, Bu Bai Suzhen, dressed in a black dress, sat in a corner, but everyone seemed not to see her and continued to sigh.

Her eyes left the drinkers and fell on the towering snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains in the distance. "The Xiong Ba, who is feared by everyone in the martial arts world, seems so good in their mouths. Is Xiong Ba right or wrong?"

"Good and evil are contradictory yet unified. People in this world are not equal. How can each person struggle to survive in this world?" All sorts of doubts arose in my mind.

Unnoticed, her figure drifted away, leaving the city and stepping into the Tianshan Mountains. A passage was carved into the steep mountain peak, and the smooth stone steps seemed to reach straight into the clouds. The white marble railings on both sides were carved with cloud patterns. She stepped onto the steps, her figure like smoke and mist, and in the next moment she was dozens of feet away.

In just a few breaths, they reached the top. The place where Bai Suzhen stood was a wide open square that could accommodate thousands of people.

Standing atop the peak, she looked back and saw clouds and mist swirling around the mountain, its steep slopes like abysses, towering majestically with ever-changing scenery, as if looking down upon all living beings, making the world seem insignificant.

Suddenly, she sensed a familiar aura, and her beautiful eyebrows lifted slightly. "So, you were hiding here."

In the No. 1 Pavilion under Heaven, the leader in purple robes—no, he can now be called the Scripture King—sat on the rooftop, eyes closed, meditating. A sudden tremor ran through him, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Why is this so?
The Purple-Clad Scripture King opened his eyes, feeling confused. The Purple-Clad Boss had completely perished, allowing him to take over this body and begin to recover his strength. He already planned to use the power of the World Society to select talents and change his body.

wrong!

His martial artist instincts screamed a warning; his heart skipped a beat, and then he heard a lazy, gentle voice, "Found you!"

A familiar voice, a loving tone.

A haunting figure surfaced in my mind: The Demon Lord, she has found me!
The Purple-Clad Scripture King was horrified. He took a step, flipped his body, and flew out like an arrow, leaping down from the First Tower Under Heaven.

He fled without even seeing Bai Suzhen's face!

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. The Demon Lord is a figure who can be ranked alongside the God of Immortality, and whose talent is even slightly superior. How could the Purple-Clad Scripture King dare to underestimate her? Back then, he used the Returning Blood Hand to ambush her and absorbed the power of the Earth-level Maha. He then joined forces with the Purple-Clad Boss to deal with Bu Bai Suzhen.

Despite having such a powerful lineup, she still managed to escape.

It can be said that the Demon Lord is the person he fears the most, even above the God of Immortality. He has never witnessed the Demon Lord's power, but he has truly witnessed the Demon Lord's might.

At that moment, only one word was on his mind: escape!
The wind howled, and the Purple-Clad Scripture King channeled his inner energy, running wildly across the snow-capped mountain, so fast that even his shadow seemed unable to catch up with him.

Unbeknownst to him, he had been running for a long time, and he didn't know if the Demon Lord had caught up with him. But he still ran desperately. Slowly, the wind and frost climbed up his body, and the environment became colder and colder. Strands of cold air seeped into his body, and even with his martial arts skills, he could not completely block it.

Why is it so cold?

Gradually, his speed slowed down, his thoughts slowly came to a standstill, and frost chilled his body. He suddenly realized that this was the Demon Lord's Six Great Crossings, Snow Crossing.

He stopped and turned around, only to find the world a vast expanse of white, dazzlingly bright.

The Purple-Robed Scripture King looked around but couldn't detect any trace of the other party. His brows furrowed. "Come out!"

However, the Demon Lord did not appear. Instead, the wind and frost in the world grew stronger and stronger. Every gust of wind was like a knife, scraping away his flesh and freezing his true energy and thoughts.

"Mahabhāṣṭra!"

Unwilling to sit idly by and await his death, the Purple-Clad Scripture King channeled all the Earth-level Maha power within his body. In the next instant, jet-black threads gathered behind him, and a fair and delicate hand reached out, drawing him in with an invisible force.

In an instant, the power of Maha within him surged forth and flowed into Bu Bai Suzhen's body from a distance.

This originally belonged to her, the Earthly Extreme Maha.

The ice and snow froze the body of the Purple-Clad Scripture King, and the bone-chilling cold enveloped his spiritual power as well. He was unable to move and could only watch helplessly as his power continued to decline.

The black figure atop the snow-capped mountain vanished into the wind and snow, leaving only an ice sculpture standing amidst the freezing cold. With a "thud," it dissolved into snowflakes and disappeared with the wind. (End of Chapter)