A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao stared at the slowly spreading, still menacing mushroom cloud in the distance and subconsciously swallowed.

My throat was so dry and tight that my heart trembled.

Damn it...

What a powerful phrase, "The sun shines down in the sky, cleansing away all evil influences!"

What evil magic and trickery, what magical powers and supernatural abilities, what shedding one's skin like a cicada...

Compared to that mushroom cloud, everything else became a joke.

Ji Zuodao suddenly felt that the essence blood and spiritual power he had just devoured and refined in his spiritual sea were somewhat cold.

A belated chill slowly crept up my tailbone.

fine……

Fortunately, I had the foresight to listen to my master's advice and put on this official hat early on, securing a stable job.

otherwise……

Based on the small-scale hustles I used to do in the mountains and valleys, what if one day I'm labeled as an unstable element or a social scourge...?

Is this "great sun" really about to rise right above my head?

No wonder the masters used to slam their fists on the table and curse when they got drunk, saying that these days, evil practitioners have less and less of a way to survive, and they have to keep their tails between their legs when they go out...

He didn't believe it before, thinking that the masters were just old and timid.

Now he believes it.

This setup, this style...

This isn't just a matter of having no way out!

They just dug up the road! And then poured molten iron on it and welded it shut!

Whoever comes will die.

Even if you survive by sheer luck, you'll still be badly injured.

"call……"

Ji Zuodao let out a long breath, forcibly suppressing the chill and lingering fear, rubbing his face, trying to restore his expression to normal.

What's there to be afraid of!

I'm now a full-time employee of Bureau 749, a legitimate civil servant!

It is the one who holds the "sun," not the one who suffers the "sun"!

Thinking about it that way, I immediately felt much more at ease.

"Let's go, Xiao Ji."

Deputy Director Liu patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the temporary command vehicle, his voice devoid of much emotion.

"There's still a lot to do. Site investigation, report writing, impact assessment... oh, right."

He paused, turned around, and gestured with his chin towards Ji Zuodao:

"Remember to take some clear photos of the 'purification' process later, from multiple angles. Upload these to the internal network's official website for typical cases and cautionary education sections."

"Let those rats and bedbugs hiding in the gutter, clinging to unrealistic fantasies, open their eyes wide and take a good look—"

"Going against the country, trying to disrupt this peaceful life..."

"What was their fate?"

Ji Zuodao quickly nodded, "Understood, Uncle Liu! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

He jogged to catch up, but couldn't help but mutter to himself:

What will be the outcome?

What other outcome could there be?

Ji Zuodao's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the scorched earth, which was gradually being dispersed by the evening breeze, but whose core still shone with a dark red glow.

Aside from being reduced to ashes, having one's soul scattered, and leaving not even a trace...

What other outcome could there be?

Faced with such power, those at the Dharma Aspect Realm and below, regardless of whether they are righteous or evil, human or demon, immortal or devil...

All beings are equal.

In a physical sense, they all must return to the universe and reshape the cycle of reincarnation.

And that remnant of the ascension to immortality...

Ji Zuodao was quite certain that at best, he would only reach the Dharma Aspect Realm.

Otherwise, how could they willingly play dead and lie there like corpses?

They had already jumped out to confront Uncle Liu's bull magic head-on, staging a "battle between immortals and demons".

Since it hasn't reached the Dharma form...

At that moment, she was probably instantly vaporized by the intense heat of the "great sun" that had just ignited, exceeding three thousand degrees.

It has become part of this land that needs to be "dispelled" and "reconstructed".

Moments later, the core area of ​​impact.

Ji Zuodao carefully used his spiritual power to protect his mouth and nose before stepping into this absolute forbidden zone for life.

The air was scorching and distorted, and even breathing it into my lungs carried a burnt smell.

The ground beneath our feet was melted by the high temperature and then rapidly cooled, turning into a dark red, glass-like color.

Not a blade of grass grows; it is a desolate wasteland.

Dog King, unusually, tucked its tail between its legs and followed closely at Ji Zuodao's feet, whimpering uneasily in its throat, its dog eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Clearly, the devastating scene it had just witnessed had left a deep psychological scar on it.

"Oh?"

Deputy Director Liu, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, bent down and looked at a certain spot on the ground, his tone carrying a hint of unexpected interest.

"This remnant of the Ascension Clan is quite powerful. He took a hit in the core area and can still barely make out a human shape? He's got something."

He turned around and waved to Ji Zuodao:

"Xiao Ji, come here and take a picture of Uncle Liu. This material has maximum educational value."

"Hey, Uncle Liu's here!"

Ji Zuodao jogged over and looked in the direction Deputy Director Liu pointed—

On the scorched black ground, there was a small black figure.

It was completely black with a blurred outline, but you could still vaguely make out its head, torso, and limbs. It even maintained a defensive posture with its arms crossed in a block and its body slightly crouched.

It stood out starkly amidst the scattered glazed tiles and greyish-white embers.

"Tsk, that posture is pretty standard."

Deputy Director Liu made a comment, then walked forward casually, raised one foot, and pretended to step on the "pitch-black figure's" shoulder.

They wanted to strike a standard promotional pose, as if the victor were trampling on evil.

"Uncle Liu, hold on, let me find the angle... Okay, this light... Huh?"

Ji Zuodao raised the professional camera issued by the 749th Bureau, and had just adjusted the focus when—

"puff."

A very faint sound, like dust being blown away by a breeze.

Deputy Director Liu's military boot, hanging above the charred, human-shaped shoulder, not yet firmly planted...

The black, scorched humanoid figure, which had maintained its final defensive posture, turned into a small clump of extremely fine, grayish-black dust without warning.

A gentle breeze, still warm from an unknown direction, swept by.

"call--"

The dust didn't struggle at all; it was as if gently wiped away by an invisible hand, dissipating evenly and completely into the scorching air.

On the ground, only a faint mark, slightly lighter in color and with more blurred edges, remains, proving that it once existed.

Not even a slightly larger ash remained.

Deputy Director Liu's foot froze in mid-air, and he blinked.

Ji Zuodao, holding up his camera, also winked.

Dog sniffed, then shook his head in disgust, as if trying to shake the insignificant dust out of his nostrils.

Silence lingered for two or three seconds in the scorching core area.

"cough."

Deputy Director Liu withdrew his foot without changing his expression, casually rubbing the sole of his boot on the ground as if he had only almost stepped in a puddle.

He turned his head to look at Ji Zuodao, who was still holding the camera, his tone incredibly natural, even carrying a hint of "I told you so" calmness:

"See that?"

"That's what you call—"

"Crush his bones and scatter his ashes."

Ji Zuodao slowly put down his camera, looked at the almost invisible shallow mark on the ground, and then looked up at Deputy Director Liu's calm, "basic" face.

He opened his mouth and found his throat even drier.

In the end, all the words I wanted to say boiled down to a heartfelt murmur:

"Uncle Liu..."

"I think I... am beginning to understand the significance of the typical examples and warnings in our 749 Bureau's warning education column."

This isn't taking pictures, it's a damn mess.

This is clearly a lesson learned from the past, a lesson about life and death.

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Liu grinned, revealing a hearty smile.

He patted Ji Zuodao hard on the back, making him stumble.

"Good that you understand! Kid, you have a long road ahead of you. Follow Uncle Liu, watch carefully, and learn well!"

"These peaceful days..."

His gaze swept across the scorched earth before him, his voice not loud, but carrying a heavy and firm strength:

"It was just like that, day after day, place after place..."

"It comes from hard work."