Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 824 Cycle (12)

"Heavens, how does it taste?"

"I haven't done enough bad things, and the karmic connections in my primordial spirit are sufficient to replenish my energy, so the merit I've gained isn't quite enough. But my internal magical power is abundant, and my blood and qi are plentiful, so the food tastes different from before. I'd give it an eight out of ten."

One by one, the cultivators were devoured, their essence, energy, and spirit all transformed into nourishment for the heavens, aiding their recovery.

Sitting to one side, chin in hand, the Grand Temple Keeper watched as streams of qi and blood rose into the void like smoke from a wolf's beak, transforming into the flesh and blood of the heavens above.

Every time he sees this scene, the head temple keeper marvels at the bounty bestowed by heaven, and at the same time feels a deep sense of satisfaction.

Especially when he glimpsed the void mouth that the heavens had created for sustenance, through which he could see the intricate folds of laws within the void, where space and time merged and transformed into a viscous substance, that secret and sinful feeling always made the Grand Temple Keeper tremble with excitement.

Unfortunately, such periods usually don't last long.

Before he could properly appreciate it, the heavens had already finished their meal, leaving the temple keeper deeply disappointed.

Just as he was contemplating whether or not to offer the heavens an extra meal, he felt his Taoist robe being tugged.

The female nun was still alive.

Her lower body had been completely devoured, and her primordial spirit was covered in wounds. Her blood-soaked hand left a bloody stain on her Taoist robe, like a string of red tears.

"Why……"

Hearing the other person's murmured voice, the high priest gently picked up half of the female cultivator and pointed to the world below, saying, "What do you see?"

The female cultivator's eyes gradually lost focus, and the shattering of her primordial spirit caused her consciousness to gradually dissipate.

On her deathbed, she recalled all the efforts she had made to ascend to the upper realm, using every legal and illegal means imaginable.

The upper realm wasn't perfect either, but she was lucky. After continuous efforts, she finally survived to this day and attained immortality.

I thought I would live forever, but my dream of immortality was shattered, leaving only weak cries of "Why?"

Holding the female cultivator in his arms, the Grand Temple Master seemed oblivious to her dying murmurs, still smiling as he looked down.

Even though he was covered in blood, the Grand Temple Keeper still looked like a refined young nobleman from a bygone era, exuding a dreamlike aura.

Pointing downwards, he said softly, "This is a pasture, the pasture of Heaven. You and I are both livestock on this pasture. What is the purpose of livestock?"

"Why……"

“That’s right, it’s food. The inhabitants of the lower realm are like weeds, providing pasture for the cultivators of the upper realm. And when the upper-class families reach the end of their lifespan, they can be released from their cages and become food for the heavens. So I don’t need to know your name. As long as the livestock can eat you, your name doesn’t matter.”

Gently wiping the bloodstains from the female cultivator's face, the Grand Temple Master finally revealed a gentle smile.

But the smile wasn't directed at people; it was directed at the livestock.

He was like an old farmer seeing a golden wheat field, his heart filled with love for the crops, which brought a genuine smile to his face as he cultivated them.

"This is how the world cycles. You devour cultivators from the lower realms, and in turn, you become food for the heavens. Your wicked spirits are purified at this moment, you gain peace, and the heavens gain merit and life force. What great compassion and liberation this is! Ah, you are dead."

With a regretful touch, the High Priest closed the unseeing eyes of the deceased female cultivator. He plucked a hair from her head, and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a completely new female cultivator. At first, she was as still as a puppet, but when a breath of innate spiritual energy descended from the void, extracting the memories from the devoured female cultivator's primordial spirit and merging them into her body, her expression finally came to life.

She first took a step back in surprise, and when she saw half of her own corpse on the ground, her pupils dilated, and she was at a loss.

The head priest clapped lightly and said to the female cultivator with a smile, "Congratulations."

"This...this is..."

Unfastening his Taoist robe, the head priest wrapped it around the female cultivator and said softly, "That was your past self, but you yourself have been reborn. You have already mastered the method of immortality, and what follows is endless bliss."

The female cultivator took the Taoist robe in a daze, and then began to sense her primordial spirit and cultivation level, her expression becoming more and more excited.

The shackles of heaven and earth have vanished, and her lifespan is almost endless. If she pays close attention, she can also sense the care of the heavens, which is constantly watching over her, making her feel that she is omnipotent.

The memories instilled by the gratitude were incomplete. She could only recall the chewing sounds she had heard before, but couldn't remember anything afterward, which she could only interpret as a side effect of the method of immortality.

After she came to her senses, a surge of joy welled up within her, causing her to kneel before the head priest and say piously, "Thank you, head priest. I am willing to donate half of my wealth. Please grant my request."

"No need. Go and do good deeds in the name of Heaven, and Heaven will protect you."

After expressing her deepest gratitude, she did not inquire about the whereabouts of her other companions, but instead eagerly left to do good deeds.

Watching the other party leave, the High Priest smiled and said, "Heavens, your Myriad Manifestations Technique has become increasingly refined. Not only the physical body, but even the primordial spirit can be simulated without any discernible abnormality. This technique is no different from creating a person out of thin air."

Heaven remained silent, only wearily departing to digest what it had eaten.

The head priest respectfully saw the heavens off, then returned to his study to organize his thoughts.

The operating system of the upper and lower realms has always been the same.

Heaven is incredibly greedy; it needs magical power, vital energy, and merit.

Those who stand here are all survivors who have fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Kindness is doomed to perish; only by stepping on others can one rise to the top. Every single one of them is utterly wicked.

By consuming the primordial spirits of these people and digesting their vital energy, a great deal of merit will be poured into Heaven, healing His body and mind.

Afterwards, by using the Myriad Manifestations Technique to simulate the other person's primordial spirit and physical body, and then infusing the other person's past memories into it, a new person without lifespan limitations can be created.

Then, the newcomer is instilled with the desire to do good deeds, and the new being will give away all his wealth to contribute a new merit to Heaven, thus completing his final return.

Afterward, wealth returns to the upper and lower realms, completing a cycle. The world cycles endlessly in this relationship of eating and being eaten, like a never-ending circle.

Silently recording the number devoured by the heavens, the high priest looked down to the mortal realm.

Looking down at the lights, he murmured, "May the world endure, may God endure."

(End of this chapter)