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"Yanran, how could such a thing possibly happen?"

Hearing Li Yanran's words, Wang Zhiheng understood her feelings, but could only shake his head with a wry smile.

Apart from Qin Le, who seemed to be deep in thought, everyone else also wore helpless smiles.

They understood Li Yanran's beautiful imagination, but the reality was that it was impossible.

They couldn't do it. Even the most revered saints in their eyes couldn't turn back time or reverse life and death.

Otherwise, how could there have been so many sacrifices in the more than 1,000 years of brutal war?

"Of course I know it's impossible." Li Yanran couldn't help but laugh, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice. "I was just making a casual remark."

She's just recently become addicted to games and gotten used to the mechanism of restarting after losing, so she just expressed her feelings on a whim.

If reality could truly be like a game, with endless save and reload, war would probably take on a completely different feel—the celestial warriors might rush in and engage in a self-destruction frenzy, blowing themselves up and then respawning to blow them up again.

At this moment, Qin Le smiled and put away her phone: "Alright, stop thinking about useless things. Let's go, let's fill our stomachs first."

Li Yanran's words did indeed stir a ripple in his heart, providing a vague inspiration.

But he doesn’t intend to say more until he has carefully considered and determined its feasibility.

After the group had lunch, Qin Le led them to the preaching location he had chosen.

When they saw the scene before them, they were all stunned.

This is a vast cemetery.

Countless tombstones stand in neat rows, solemn and dignified.

The ground was spotless, surrounded by lush pine and cypress trees, bathed in warm sunlight. There was no sense of gloom, but rather a tranquility and sublimity that transcended time.

Looking at the scene before her, Lu Qingshuang turned to Qin Le with a puzzled expression: "This... is the place you said could help me comprehend the 'Law of Slaughter'?"

She had thought that Qin Le would take her to some ancient battlefield ruins so that she could feel the iron-blooded and murderous aura that had not dissipated even after thousands of years.

To my utter surprise, the destination turned out to be such a peaceful resting place.

Qin Le nodded, his gaze sweeping over the silent tombstones: "Yes, this is the place. I think it suits you very well."

"But..." Lu Qingshuang was still puzzled: "The predecessors who lie buried here followed a path of protection and sacrifice. What does that have to do with 'killing'?"

Not only her, but everyone else also wore similar expressions of confusion.

In their view, the heroes buried here seem to be the antithesis of the word "killing".

Qin Le looked at them, his tone gentle yet earnest: "How could there be no connection? These predecessors followed the most orthodox 'path of killing' back then—stopping killing with killing, stopping war with war. Even today, in terms of understanding and practicing the essence of the 'path of killing,' there are probably not many people who can surpass them."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the group was taken aback at first, then fell silent, their faces showing a look of sudden realization.

They understood Qin Le's meaning. He was reminding Lu Qingshuang, and everyone else—killing itself was always just a means, a tool to achieve a goal.

What truly matters is understanding the will and purpose behind these methods.

Killing to protect, to end chaos, is a completely different realm from killing for destruction, or killing for desire.

Lu Qingshuang may have a deep understanding of the act of killing itself, but she may not have thought deeply about its underlying meaning.

If this point is not understood, even if one successfully comprehends the laws of killing in the future, one may be misled by the power itself and suffer its backlash.

Then, Qin Le took out a large handful of incense sticks from his storage artifact, distributed them to everyone, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's offer incense to the seniors first."

Chen Yun took the incense and couldn't help but laugh: "So that's why you went to buy dried incense so mysteriously after lunch."

The others laughed too. At the time, Qin Le only said that he would need it later, and they didn't ask any further questions.

Several people lit incense sticks, and wisps of smoke curled upwards. With solemn expressions, they respectfully placed three incense sticks in front of each tombstone.

The swirling smoke seemed to connect the past and the present.

After doing all this, the group found an open space in the cemetery and sat in a circle.

Qin Le began his sermon.

As his voice, imbued with Daoist principles, slowly resounded, something miraculous happened.

The pure, chilling, yet righteous insights into killing seemed to be awakened from the depths of time, converging from all directions and quietly permeating the minds of the people, helping them to understand the true meaning of the way of killing more deeply.

Spanning nearly a thousand years, those heroes who have already passed away seem to still be willing to pass on their insights and will to future generations of different eras.

Feeling this pure and profound gift, Qin Le stopped speaking, looked at the surrounding tombstones, and said softly and sincerely:

"Thanks."

After the sermon ended, none of the people spoke; they simply moved aside slightly in unison, holding their breath and waiting.

At this moment, Lu Qingshuang's aura circulated, and strands of law power containing sharpness and the meaning of ending emerged from the void, as if attracted, and began to slowly swirl around her.

With Qin Le's guidance, coupled with the special circumstances and the heroes' gifts, the barrier that had always been there was finally broken.

More than an hour later, the surrounding power of law gradually receded, like all rivers flowing into the sea, and merged into Lu Qingshuang's body.

She let out a long sigh, slowly opened her eyes, a flash of bloodshot light appearing briefly before returning to calm. An irrepressible joy crept onto the corners of her eyes and brows.

She stood up, straightened her clothes, and then bowed deeply and solemnly to the surrounding tombstones.

"Thank you for your guidance, seniors." Her voice was clear and firm.

She knew that without this opportunity, she would never have been able to comprehend the laws of killing so smoothly.

Of course, the person she should thank the most is Qin Le, but knowing Qin Le as she does, overly formal thanks would only make him uncomfortable.

She kept this kindness in her heart for now.

"Qingshuang, congratulations!" Li Yanran was the first to speak with a smile, her tone lively. "You've comprehended two laws! You're now the 'top fighter' among us!"

The others smiled and nodded in agreement.

Mastering another powerful law, especially the law of slaughter, which is an extreme form of offensive strategy, can lead to a qualitative leap in combat power.

Currently, Lu Qingshuang's combat ability is undoubtedly ahead of theirs.

"I just don't know how long we can hold onto this 'first place' position," Lu Qingshuang said with a smile, her tone relaxed.

With Qin Le around, the pace of progress in their circle defies conventional standards.

She's only in the lead temporarily; others, especially Chen Yun who's already started tinkering with immortal powers, might overtake her someday.

"It's alright!" Li Yanran waved her hand dismissively, appearing nonchalant. "Being one minute ahead is still being ahead! Our motto is—as long as we've been number one! Who cares how long we've been number one?"

"Hahaha!"

Her words made everyone laugh.

Upon closer inspection, it seems... that makes sense?

Leaving the solemn cemetery, the group returned to the familiar, bustling Baiwei Square and sat down outside the milk tea shop.

I took out my phone, logged into the game, and the feeling of enlightenment and solemnity I had just experienced seemed to switch instantly.

"Get on the board! Get on the board! We have to score big tonight!" Chen Yun shouted.

It wasn't until the sun had completely sunk below the horizon that the group reluctantly put away their phones, had a simple dinner together, and then went their separate ways.

Cultivation, enlightenment, life, entertainment... these seemingly different segments together constitute their ordinary yet real daily lives after graduation.