These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"boom!"

Wei Tu drew his sword, and a brilliant sword light pierced through a blood-soaked figure.

His sword was very fast.

However, Qin Zipei had already noticed that with the continuous depletion...

In this blood realm, he had begun to struggle, his steps grew slower and slower, and his sword became increasingly sluggish.

And that seems to be the case.

Wei Tu could clearly sense the special nature of this Blood Realm.

Every moment consumes one's vital energy. If it weren't for the abundance of one's vital energy at this point, one might have already knelt down.

This is the power that belongs to divinity.

The other party has spared no expense on Qin Zipei.

These things are beyond the resistance of ordinary cultivators.

This power is stronger than imagined; it will trap itself within it and will not disappear until it runs out of ammunition and supplies.

But Wei Tu was still fighting.

Facing these bloodied figures one by one, he continuously wielded his longsword, hacking them to pieces.

It seems he is still heading towards Qin Zipei.

But his sword was chipped.

His steps began to feel heavy.

His seemingly sharp sword energy appeared unable to sever the endless stream of blood-soaked figures.

Like a hero, he can never eradicate all evil in the world.

So, does that mean we shouldn't be heroes...?

So, does that mean we don't need to care about the injustices right in front of us...?

It's a question that always makes you ask yourself, a question that's both boring and tedious, and a cliché.

life.

The state of the world.

justice.

evil.

Love and hate.

Black and white.

It's a familiar topic...

Extremely boring...

Qin Zipei whispered a warning right in front of him.

"That's enough, Wei Tu... Be presentable. Don't be completely wrecked, or so badly that no one will recognize you."

He said that.

What a hypocritical consolation.

Wei Tu was panting, his body's energy began to surge, and his hair flew wildly, disheveled.

But he did not give up, nor did he surrender.

Life has reached such a moment.

He never seemed to have the option of surrendering.

He was stubborn and unyielding, like a rock.

He began to understand, somewhat, those seemingly foolish acts of heroism.

It wasn't to gain the world's praise, nor was it because he truly had no darkness in his heart.

On the contrary, he never held a positive view of the world; he always viewed it as sinister and filled with immense malice.

But...

"Not enough. Qin Zipei... the sword is still in my hand. What do you mean by 'enough'?"

He took a step forward.

The sword in his hand was finally thrown out.

Towards the motionless Qin Zipei.

Qin Zipei watched as the sword drew closer and closer, its aura seemingly intent on piercing him.

But he extended his right hand.

Just as the sword was about to touch his brow.

He grasped the sword.

Then it was tossed aside, as if it were also throwing away Wei Tu's last hope.

Qin Zipei finally smiled.

"Wei Tu... is this the final act of kindness?"

Wei Tu also smiled, as if he were a dying man finding final relief and liberation.

Perhaps no one would believe that such a small trial could lead to such a perilous situation, truly pushing him to the brink of despair.

But should we give up now?

Wei Tu raised his head.

He was almost surrounded by blood-soaked figures, some of whom were pulling at their own arms.

Some grabbed their own legs.

Some of them tried to choke him.

Only his palms remained open.

His mind was frighteningly clear.

His smile was so bright, it couldn't be brighter.

"Qin Zipei... I still have light in my heart, but where is yours?"

Qin Zipei stood there, stunned.

He looked at Wei Tu, who seemed to understand nothing at all, yet also seemed to... understand something.

Seeing Wei Tu seemingly facing death.

The eye on his arm suddenly blinked rapidly.

He asked as if he were possessed.

"Light?"

Wei Tu could nod.

He clenched his fist, then released it, revealing a loose grip.

He seemed to sense something, feeling a warm feeling spreading through his heart.

more and more……

It's getting brighter and brighter.

It was like... like the feeling he had when he went to the Polar Sun Palace in his previous life and saw the 180,000 characters on that huge sundial.

Familiar...so familiar.

What awaits me?

"Yes, light."

He said.

then……

"Rumble..."

"Rumble..."

"Rumble..."

The man with the goatee stared at the well before him, utterly shaken.

The scene seemed on the verge of collapse, unlike anything seen before.

The entire city of Lin Yuan seemed to tremble, and some people were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"This is... an earth dragon?"

"What the hell? Is it a landslide or something?!"

"Run! Get out of Lin Yuan City!"

Someone shouted wildly.

Someone ran up to the man with the goatee.

"Shopkeeper! Run! They say the earth is going to crack!!"

The man kicked the waiter next to him in annoyance.

"Are you out of your mind? You're kidding me!"

The waiter looked at the man hesitantly.

"Then...what happened? Shopkeeper, Lin Yuan City has never seen anything like this in all these years, what exactly is going on..."

The man shook his head and then sighed.

Looking at this well.