You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

The crimson avatar of the will of hell stands rooted to the spot, its gaze fixed directly on you.

That gaze was as cold and scrutinizing as a deep, icy pool, yet it also held a barely perceptible glint of calculation.

A moment later, the Crimson Avatar's lips, seemingly forged from the sweetest poison in the world, parted slightly, the voice that flowed from them carrying a strange resonance, both alluring and containing an undeniable force of will.

In a sense, what you said is perfectly correct.

She seemed to be pondering this conclusion, a crimson aura swirling around her like a living thing.

After all, the price the Red Heart Society demanded from the Abyss was, in black and white, fifty portions of the Great World's Authority Origin.

And indeed, Hell made a promise to you.

[Regarding the demands made by the Red Heart Society, I will ensure that the Abyss is delivered to you intact and without any compromise.]

As for what happens next, it will naturally have nothing more to do with the Red Heart Society.

The current situation is that the fifty deposits that the Red Heart Society urgently needed have already been transformed into the abyssal source of your new god's foundation.

From any perspective, you have indeed secured it firmly in your grasp.

In other words, wouldn't the debt of the other half—the fifty unpaid portions of the payment owed to the Red Heart Society by the Abyss—automatically shift to the shoulders of the Will of Hell?

Because I promised to make sure you received everything.

This messy debt, it's now my turn to settle with the abyss.

As he spoke, the crimson avatar's eyes flashed.

[Based on her profound understanding of the mad dog's nature in the Abyss—its deep-seated greed, its boundless treachery, and its vengeful madness.]

This so-called remaining reward is nothing more than a worthless piece of paper that can never be redeemed.

How could the Abyss possibly admit to something?

How could they possibly pay?

As everyone knows, the Will of the Abyss is untrustworthy.

Returning the remaining rewards to the Abyss is a million times more absurd than forcing the demons of Hell to collectively convert to the Holy Light of Order.

[Thinking to himself, the Will of Hell wanted to speak up and refute.]

However, at that moment, reason instantly extinguished this impulse.

The core of the will of hell's mind spun rapidly, and an undeniable, chilling truth emerged before it.

[Given the Red Heart Society's consistent modus operandi, they are more possessive of their food than the most greedy abyssal worm, and more stubborn than the hardest star core—once they've taken it, they'll never spit it out.]

[Those fifty portions have already been absorbed by the members of the Red Heart Society and transformed into the essence of the foundation of the True God of Rules, just like a part of their life core. Do you really want them to spit it out?]

The very idea itself is utterly impossible.

[Let alone the Red Heart Society, even if this happened to Hell itself, faced with the Origin that it had already obtained and transformed into actual combat power, the Will of Hell would absolutely choose to turn its back on it without hesitation.]

The signed contract, when recognized, symbolizes fairness.

[If you don't want to admit it, what's the difference between you and toilet paper?]

[Not tearing the contract to shreds and kicking it while it's down is already being lenient.]

[While pondering, the will of hell seemed to resign itself to its fate.]

Her crimson gaze refocused on you, carrying a knowing understanding that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

[His personal descent this time, and the fact that He obtained a written promise from the founder of the Red Heart Society that if the Abyss were to repay the remaining debt in the future, it would all belong to Hell, is the best outcome that could be achieved under the current circumstances.]

This condition itself sounds as improbable as a castle built from stardust; the likelihood of the Abyss paying for it is as slim as finding a specific speck of dust in a chaotic storm.

But the universe is vast, and miracles always happen.

What if that mad dog in the abyss suddenly changes its nature over endless years, or is forced by some uncontrollable force to repay its debt?

Even if there's only a one in a billion chance, a probability so slim it's almost nonexistent, it's still a possibility.

Isn't this more cost-effective than continuing endless, doomed negotiations here? More importantly, the true value of this seemingly vague promise far exceeds the paltry reward itself.

It will become an invisible yet exceptionally sharp spear of justice in the hands of the will of hell.

When the Abyss is further weakened by this divine war, reaching a certain critical point, the Will of Hell will be able to uphold this debt contract certified by the founders of the Red Heart Society.

[Even though it's an empty promise, it allows me to legitimately launch a war to collect debts from the Abyss.]

Even without this, we should still fight when necessary.

[If there's something to cover up, why tear it apart?]

In any case, something is better than nothing, right?

Even though she had already weighed the pros and cons and arrived at the optimal solution, the ingrained, unscrupulous business instincts and the tendency to skim profits from every opportunity still drove her to engage in fierce follow-up negotiations.

[He governs those scattered divine resources, rare mineral deposits, or access to certain specific areas that may exist but have not yet been absorbed by the Redheart Society.]

The will of hell is like the most shrewd shrewd merchant, relentlessly pressing forward with sharp words, trying to pluck even a single valuable feather from you, this miserly penny-pincher.

His principles are exceptionally clear and naked; he'll get back whatever he can, however small.

[It's just a matter of using words and expending some willpower to deduce and exert pressure; it's harmless. What if it succeeds?]

The extra benefits that would bring to Hell would absolutely surpass the income that most Hell-type true gods would painstakingly accumulate over countless years.

Although the odds are still slim, it's better to cast a shot every now and then; just in case there's a sweet jujube that slipped through the net.

With this pragmatic mindset of taking risks even if there's no guarantee of success, the Will of Hell engaged you in a sharp and witty negotiation.

[But what haven't you, the founder of the Red Heart Society, encountered?]

[If the will of hell wants to negotiate here, then let them negotiate!]

[You can take advantage of this gap to discern the flow of crimson energy from the crimson avatar of the Hellish Will, thus contributing to the continued glory of the future development of the Ultimate Rules.]

In June of the 423rd year of the Extraordinary Calendar, in the main battlefield of the Spirit Realm Abyss, far removed from the high-level power struggles, a terrifying storm composed of pure death and slaughter is escalating exponentially.

[Ye Lingtian, the sharpest killing sword under the Red Heart Society, has entered a super-accelerated state where his speed in slaughtering true gods of the spirit realm is so fast it freezes the soul.]

His figure became an omnipresent shadow of death on the battlefield, each appearance accompanied by the disintegration of a true god's body and the mournful cry of a divine essence.

That killing sword absorbed the life essence and resentment of every fallen god; the crimson aura of slaughter emanating from its blade, as if doused with endless fuel, grew ever more explosive.

That aura had transcended the realm of gods, transforming into a suffocating curtain of slaughter.

【finally!】

This escalating, near-out-of-control genocide, with its accumulated horrific death toll, finally broke a critical point.

That immense power pierced through the spacetime barrier of the battlefield, crashing relentlessly into the vast core of the spirit realm's will.

A long-lost feeling of unease stirred the will of the spirit world.

He witnessed the terrifying reality that Ye Lingtian's power increased at a visible rate with each True God he slew.

[I saw that the murderous canopy of the heavens, devouring gods, was greedily expanding, its eroding boundaries beginning to faintly touch the areas where those more ancient and powerful pillars of the spirit realm resided.]

He realized that this was no longer merely a localized war of attrition, but an existential crisis capable of shaking the very foundations of the spirit world's rule and threatening His core existence.

However, the will of the spirit realm also understood perfectly well that with the will of the abyss constantly hindering it, it couldn't do anything at all.

Therefore, at a certain moment when He clashed with the will of the abyss, His power erupted at an extreme speed.

That terrifying burst of power instantly suppressed the will of the abyss.

After the will of the abyss was temporarily suppressed, the will of the spirit realm directly extracted a portion of its power and sprayed it towards Ye Lingtian's location.

The terrifying spiritual lightning instantly pinpointed Ye Lingtian's location.

Just as the will of the spirit realm was about to unleash its fatal blow, Ye Lingtian's surroundings instantly became illusory.

[Under this extreme illusion, attacks from the spirit realm seemed to have no effect.] (End of Chapter)