I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

In the ocean of multidimensional rules, the world is as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.

Just as Gu Qing's cold and immense will swept across the void, he keenly detected a barely perceptible abnormal fluctuation.

It was an extremely subtle sacrificial fluctuation. Like the faint struggle of a dying person in the deep sea, which just happened to touch a multi-dimensional undercurrent.

Gu Qing's will extended infinitely along this fluctuation, instantly piercing through the barrier of the boundary and seeing the outline of that world.

That was a civilization system completely different from the first realm.

Towering floating towers shimmer with intricate array patterns, while massive magic crystal furnaces roar day and night in the city center, spewing out dazzling flames. Beneath the surface of this world's rules lies a raging energy known as the "Elemental Sea."

Beneath those lofty, pure white towers of the nobility lay the perpetually dark and sewage-filled lower city.

……

Kunlun, Jianfeng.

The year-round snow reflected a cold light on the cliffs. Amidst the churning sea of ​​clouds, hundreds of flying swords hung upside down in mid-air, their sword energy intertwining to form a chillingly desolate realm, emitting deep, rumbling dragon roars.

At the summit of Sword Peak, Chu Tian, ​​dressed in a green robe, had been in seclusion for a long time.

A young disciple of Sword Peak, carrying a wooden tray, cautiously approached the stone platform where Chu Tian was in seclusion, braving the biting sword energy and fierce winds. On the tray was a bowl of hot soup noodles, which had cooled down somewhat due to the wind and snow along the way.

"Uncle Chu, have something to eat," the junior disciple said softly, putting down the tray.

Chu Tian slowly opened his eyes.

The instant he opened his eyes, hundreds of flying swords hanging upside down in the sky emitted an extremely clear and melodious sword cry, as if welcoming their master's awakening. Those calm eyes concealed an extreme sharpness capable of cleaving heaven and earth.

He picked up the bowl of soup noodles, which had already cooled slightly, and had just picked up his chopsticks.

Gu Qing's supreme decree resounded directly in his mind: "Go to the Second Realm."

Chu Tian paused slightly in his movements.

He then calmly put down his chopsticks, leaving the bowl of cold soup noodles, which he hadn't even tasted, behind.

Chu Tian stood up, grabbed the heavy, ancient-looking sword box with one hand, and slung it over his back.

"I obey."

The void cracked open, and the swordsman in green stepped in, instantly disappearing into the snowstorm of Kunlun.

……

The magical world of Elran. The capital city, lower district.

A once-in-a-century rainstorm is relentlessly washing away the city's filth and grime.

In the abandoned clock tower's basement, the air was thick with the pungent smell of mildew and the strong stench of blood. Rain dripped down the cracked dome, pooling into murky puddles on the uneven stone slabs.

Lia knelt in the cold puddles, her body soaked through by the rain, her frail body trembling uncontrollably.

She was just a poor girl living in the lower city. Her father was a hardworking and diligent junior technician in a magic workshop, but he was murdered after accidentally discovering that the White Tower nobles were using the bodies of the poor to conduct inhumane human alchemy and magic transplantation experiments during a repair.

Her father was secretly executed, and her mother died of illness amidst grief and hunger. And just yesterday, the White Tower patrol, dressed in magnificent robes, forcibly abducted her seven-year-old brother as if he were a stray dog ​​and sent him to that cannibalistic laboratory.

Desperate and with no other options, Leah used all her savings and luck to steal the incomplete forbidden book, "The Blood Moon Revenge Ritual," from a corpse in the black market.

"Using blood as the medium...using pain as the catalyst..."

Leah's voice was hoarse and broken. She gritted her teeth and used a rusty dagger to cruelly slash open her left eye!

Blood mingled with rainwater, gushing wildly down her pale, delicate face. The intense pain nearly made her faint, but the deep-seated hatred she felt overwhelmed her instinctive fear.

She placed her gouged-out left eye, her own warm blood, and an old copper button that her brother had dropped into the mud when he was taken away, all in the center of the eerie magic circle drawn with her blood.

The magic circle emitted a faint yet malevolent red light. According to the forbidden book, this would summon a vengeful demon from the abyss.

Leah's only remaining right eye was fixed on the magic circle. She didn't utter any grand or tragic vows; instead, in an extremely simple and painful voice, she let out a desperate plea:

"Anyone will do...whether you're a god or a demon..."

"Help me... kill them."

The moment the old copper button was completely soaked in blood, the faint red light of the magic circle suddenly and eerily froze.

The abyss that should have responded to the sacrifice was forcibly severed and taken over by a terrifying force of unknown origin and unimaginable power!

"Click—"

A piercing cracking sound echoed in the basement, and at the center of the crimson magic circle, space peeled away like a shattered mirror.

Chu Tian, ​​dressed in a green robe, stepped out from the void rift.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Chu Tian felt the world's rejection with crystal clarity. The raging "elemental sea" of the Elran magic world seemed to sense the invasion of an alien, pressing in from all directions to form an extremely tight shackle of underlying rules.

This is global oppression.

In this world where the highest combat power is the "God of Magic," the power limit of outsiders is firmly capped at a certain threshold by the world's underlying rules.

Chu Tian gently clenched his right hand, sensing the flow of spiritual energy within his body. He discovered that his true cultivation level had been forcibly sealed, and the maximum power he could currently stably utilize was firmly suppressed at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

But there wasn't even the slightest bit of panic or fluctuation on his cold, stern face.

His realm could be suppressed, but his supreme sword intent, forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his combat experience that could pierce the essence of all things, were sharp edges that no world rule could take away.

Lia covered her bleeding left eye, staring in horror at the man who had suddenly appeared in the center of the magic circle.

He had no horns, no bat wings, and did not emit a nauseating sulfurous smell. He wore an extremely strange blue robe, carried a huge wooden box on his back, and his eyes were as cold as a block of ancient ice.

"Are you... are you a demon?" Leah's voice trembled so much it was almost inaudible.

Chu Tian lowered his head slightly, glanced at her, and said in a calm voice:

"no."

"Bang!"

Just then, the heavy, decaying wooden door to the basement was violently blasted open by a surge of magical power. Amidst flying splinters, a patrol team clad in silver armor and cloaks bearing the White Tower emblem stormed in, exuding murderous intent.

"Damn sewer rats! They really are holding an evil ritual here!"

The leading official mage raised his ruby-encrusted wand, and the light from the magic lamp illuminated the blood-soaked ground and Chu Tian at the center of the magic circle.

"It actually summoned an evil creature?" A hint of disdain flashed in the mage's eyes. He immediately gave the order, "Magic Knight, prepare for melee lockdown! I'll control it!"

The monk spoke at an extremely fast pace, completing a complex incantation in an instant.

"Chain of Contracts!"

A dozen or so deep purple rune chains, formed from highly pure magic power, shot out from the tip of the staff like venomous snakes, carrying a strong binding and sealing force, heading straight for Chu Tian. At the same time, an extremely thick, semi-transparent magic shield instantly lit up around the mage's body.

Faced with this attack from otherworldly magic, Chu Tian didn't even remove the sword box from his back.

He simply stood there, slowly raised his right index finger, and with his fingers together like a sword, casually slashed forward.

An invisible sword intent, sharp to the extreme yet invisible to the naked eye, silently swept across the air of the basement like a hot blade slicing through hot butter.

"laugh--"

Those dozen or so seemingly indestructible magical chains, upon contact with the sword intent, couldn't even withstand a single breath. They snapped like fragile spider silk, turning into countless scattered magical light spots.

"What?!" The contempt on the mage's face instantly turned into extreme horror.

The two magic knights at the forefront had already drawn their greatswords, which were engraved with acceleration array patterns, and with a berserk fighting spirit, they slashed down at Chu Tian from the left and right.

Chu Tian still did not draw his sword.

The heavy sword case on his back trembled only slightly.

"Buzz!"

Several tangible sword energies shot out from the gaps in the sword case, drawing several extremely chilling arcs in mid-air.

"Clang! Snap—!"

The expensive magical weapon in the magic knight's hand, which was said to be able to cut through fine steel, snapped cleanly in half the moment it collided with the sword energy!

The sword energy continued its momentum, slicing cleanly through their silver armor, which was covered in defensive magic, and the magic shield that the mage was so proud of.

Blood gushed out, and the two magic knights and the high-ranking White Tower mage collapsed heavily into the puddles before they could even scream. The blood mixed with rainwater and spread rapidly in the craters of the basement.

The battle began abruptly and ended even more cleanly and decisively. There was no dazzling display of magical clashes, only Chu Tian's breathtaking and absolute dominance.

The basement fell silent again, deathly still.

Aside from the still-raging rain outside the door, all that could be heard was the dripping of blood and Leah's heavy, trembling breathing.

Leah stared blankly at the fallen pursuers, her only remaining right eye filled with disbelief. She had initially thought she had summoned a demon, but now she truly realized that the man in the blue robe standing before her was a forbidden being a thousand times more terrifying than a demon.

Chu Tian slowly lowered his right hand, his gaze sweeping over the corpse on the ground, finally settling on Lia's pale, blood-stained face.

He didn't ask Leah what injustice she had suffered.

He simply looked at her and, in that still calm voice, yet tinged with endless killing intent, asked softly:

"Who do you want dead?"

Leah shuddered, biting her lip hard, the flames of hatred burning fiercely in her right eye. Her nails dug deep into the flesh of her palms, and with all her might, she trembled as she uttered the name that had destroyed her family:

"Victor Randall..."

"The heir to the White Tower nobility..."

After listening, Chu Tian offered no words of pity.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dilapidated dome of the basement, looking towards the far distance of the rainy night. There, several white magic towers, representing the highest power and oppression in the magical world of Elran, soared into the clouds, radiating a dazzling and arrogant magical brilliance.

A fierce wind whipped up torrential rain, causing Chu Tian's blue robes to flutter.

He lowered his head and, facing the girl kneeling in the blood, gave her his first command in this new world:

"lead the way."