The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

[Current world difficulty rating: 135/100.]

The ancient legend of hatred was condensed and expanded, and after a general overview, I only focused on one key point.

The key point is the world's highest level of difficulty.

"It really is true that there's no reward for winning, but there's a punishment for losing."

Gu Chuanhen, who had already returned to his room in the Corpse Fist Sect in Xiguan City, was not surprised at all, since he already knew there would be no reward for winning.

[No rewards? In my humble opinion, there are plenty of rewards.]

Gu Chuan asked curiously, "Oh? What do you mean?"

Since the Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist) has already broadcast the event of your killing of Nalan Yuanshu, why can't I, from my humble abode, show you the reactions of those involved?

Gu Chuanhen raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued: "Quick, let me see."

Instead, it was a completely different kind of live broadcast than a text-based broadcast—no, it should be called a screen recording video.

In short, these screen recordings were presented to Gu Chuanhen in reverse order.

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"We won! Master Gu won!" "We won!" "We won!"...

The deafening cheers were like sparks, burning the ideals brought by the ancient legend and transforming them into refined steel, which were scattered like seeds throughout every corner of this world.

Even though some people may have selfish motives, under the mild beatings from Gu Chuanhen and Bajiquan Ba ​​Nian, these selfish motives have been eradicated by Xinghuo and transformed into firm beliefs.

Unsurprisingly, this is a kind of ideological surrender, although this surrender originates from external forces, it can save a lot of obstacles at this stage.

After all, this is a path fraught with difficulties and dangers, a path that can only be continued by generations of people who have sacrificed themselves for it.

But there are always people who are genuinely sincere.

Among those three kingdoms of martial arts, the one who knew of the ancient legend had already offered his blessings from afar.

"Master Gu's philosophy coincides with our ideal of a harmonious society," Liu Xuanhuang said with a smile, applauding Gu Chuanhen.

For the first time ever, Xuanhuang Gong, who was not a heavy drinker, poured himself a cup of wine, raised it to Gu Chuanhen who was being broadcast, and then drank it all in one gulp, laughing heartily.

"Haha, knowing that there are so many like-minded people in the world, how can I not be even happier? Let's raise a big toast today!"

However, while some people think this way, others think differently.

"A country doesn't need multiple voices. My so-called domineering approach can guide the masses in a better direction, because my will is never wrong."

The ancient legend says that the fourth-generation leader of the Eight Extremes Sect of the Human King said, "If he can be used, he will be recruited; if he cannot be used, he will be killed."

"Does killing Nalan Yuanshu make him the number one martial artist? Did he even ask me, Cao Mengze, about the divine martial arts I've already comprehended?"

The man named Cao Mengze appeared to be around thirty years old, a strong young man, over nine feet tall. He was not overly muscular, but he had a healthy and fit physique. His long, narrow eyes were unfathomable, almost like a deep pool, but his gaze was sharp as a hawk's. His eyes were half-open, half-closed, as if he was gathering strength, but also as if he was dozing off, observing and probing people's hearts.

He looked down at his true disciple beside him.

"Zhongqing, my disciple, what do you think of this ancient sect leader's philosophy?"

The true disciple, Chang Zhongqing, appeared to be only nine years old, which was indeed his age. However, the child looked prematurely aged, with an old face and bald hair.

"The power struggle within the Gu family's ideology is not centralized. The idea of ​​making power public, like the utopian society and the idea of ​​the world belonging to all, is just empty talk." His voice was also old, and it had an accent that was basically only "pronounced with a single consonant".

Upon hearing the words of the true disciple, Cao Mengze's eyes remained unwavering in their disdain.

"Do you think you can inherit my mantle?" "This disciple dares not."

Two-thirds of the people in the Wu Kingdom have already revealed their own ideologies.

It should be noted that the Wu Kingdom is divided into three parts, with each of the three leaders holding an autonomous region. These three regions are collectively known as the Wu Kingdom, but it is called the Three Kingdoms because of the three autonomous regions.

Two of them have already expressed their opinions, but one person remains silent in front of the live broadcast, stroking his long, gray beard, his eyes thoughtful.

This man had a broad forehead and a thick waist, an extraordinary appearance, and a tiger-like demeanor, making him seem like a human who had become a tiger spirit.

He is Sun Tianxing, a fierce tiger in the Jiangdong region. Although he is old, he is still vigorous and energetic.

"My son, what do you think of Master Gu's philosophy?" Sun Tianxing asked kindly, looking at his adopted son Guo Dixiang, who was only thirty years old.

Guo Dixiang's eyes gleamed: "This is a concept that can complement our idea of ​​'the world belongs to all,' no, the ancient sect leader's concept. It can perfectly integrate with our idea of ​​'the world belongs to all' and the Xuanhuang Gong Datong society, creating a new product of a new concept."

If these three ideas are combined, then there will be no other idea in the world with a higher purpose.

Guo Dixiang, in the prime of his life, couldn't help but get excited and burst into hearty laughter.

"I thought that the only like-minded people in this world were the Xuanhuang Gong and his group, but I never expected that there would be a young fourth generation. My path is not lonely, my path is truly not lonely, hahaha—"

The old man looked at his adopted son with kindness and coughed a few times. In this adopted son, he saw his own younger self.

He was just one step away from success back then, but in the end, he failed at the last minute.

It was precisely because of this near-miss that his hidden injury has not yet healed and his lifespan has been greatly reduced. However, what pains him even more is that the Barbarian Dynasty has not been overthrown, but has only carved out a Wu Kingdom.

Incomplete success is the same as complete failure.

Fortunately, he found his adopted son, who shared the same ideals. This adopted son also possessed a spirit, courage, and vision no less than his own in his youth.

After a slight smile, Sun Tianxing nodded.

"Well, since that's the case, let's form an alliance with Duke Xuanhuang. The situation of the Three Kingdoms should change. It doesn't matter who is the wise ruler, whether it's you, me, or Duke Xuanhuang, because our ideals will eventually converge."

But before that, we must eliminate Cao Mengze's domineering attitude.

A dictatorship where power is concentrated in one person is unnecessary for a wise ruler, because everyone dies eventually. If the person who inherits this ideal is not as good as him after his death, it will only create a more decadent and corrupt situation than a barbaric dynasty.

Before Master Gu kills Emperor Longqian, we must first resolve our internal affairs, and then join forces with Master Gu to support Mr. Fengxian.

These two are truly geniuses. Just by emerging from seclusion, they've managed to disrupt the current stalemate. Heh heh—the Human King Eight Extremes Sect, this is truly…

"A wondrous martial art from another world!"

The old man spoke in a low voice, as if he knew something.

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This is a spirit that can be felt without words.

Even spiritual concepts that non-humans can perceive.

The humanoid mechanical creations were covered in flesh and blood, with stereotypical, cold, silent, expressionless faces.

Suddenly, a strange light appeared in the bio-material eyes of these Ironclad Warriors, known as the Technological Demons.

"Were we created solely for the purpose of invasion?"

Questions akin to the three philosophical questions arose within the simulated mind of mechanical creations.

Although there is only a one-word difference between strong artificial intelligence and weak artificial intelligence, their underlying differences are vast.

Such a machine would be considered to be sentient and self-aware.

In other words, this newly emerging powerful artificial intelligence is capable of thinking like intelligent life.

Right now, they, or rather it, or he (she), are thinking.