Dongfang Jing turned around, walked back to the center of the shop, and slowly removed the mask from his face.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
In my mind, that clear, cold female voice echoed once again.
[Having clarified one's aspirations and established one's principles, one should now establish one's principles.]
What is your way?
A slight smile curved at the corners of Dongfang Jing's lips.
That smile carried a hint of relief, a hint of acceptance.
And... a trace of boundless sharpness about to sweep across the world.
...
West City Square.
Blood Butcher was enjoying his spoils.
He distributed the stolen medicines to his men, letting them fight over them like pigs and dogs.
Suddenly, he frowned and looked towards the east of the city.
"Huh? Someone's got some nerve?"
He stood up, a cruel smile on his face.
"Perfect timing, my hands are itching to get started."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yong had already led his men into the square.
"Blood Butcher! Prepare to die!"
Zhang Yong took the lead, his long sword drawing a poignant arc in the moonlight, aiming straight for Xue Tu's throat.
However, what appears to be a lightning-fast strike to ordinary people is as slow as a snail to Blood Butcher.
He didn't even bother to dodge; he simply extended two fingers and gently pinched the other side.
"Clang!"
The sharp blade was firmly held between his fingers, unable to advance even an inch further.
"Is that all the strength you have?"
Blood Butcher curled his lip in disdain and exerted a slight force with his fingers.
"Snap!"
The fine steel longsword, forged by Dongfang Jing himself, snapped in two upon impact!
Zhang Yong's pupils contracted, and before he could react, Xue Tu kicked him in the chest.
He was sent flying backward again, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
"kill!"
The men behind him, without the slightest fear, roared and charged forward.
However, how can a mortal body contend with a fallen soul master?
Blood Butcher and his demons were like tigers among sheep, unleashing a one-sided massacre.
Swords flashed and blood flew everywhere.
Screams, roars, and the clash of weapons intertwined to create a bloody symphony.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The square was already littered with corpses.
Those nearly one hundred men who mustered the courage to resist all fell in pools of blood.
Only Zhang Yong remained, still leaning on half a broken knife, kneeling amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, panting heavily.
His body was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, but he still did not fall.
Blood Butcher stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, walked step by step to him, and stomped on his head, burying his face hard in the mud and blood.
"An ant trying to shake a tree?"
He grinned maliciously, admiring the face at his feet, a face etched with despair and despair.
"Light? In this world, the law of the jungle prevails!"
"And I, Blood Butcher, am the embodiment of the law!"
He raised the butcher's knife high, pointing it at Zhang Yong's neck, ready to put an end to this pointless farce.
"Die, you ants!"
Just then.
"when--!"
A crisp, yet seemingly profound, sound of a hammer striking the ground echoed throughout the entire Dragonflame City.
The sound, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears.
The carnage in the square came to an abrupt halt.
Blood Butcher's hand, which was raising its knife, suddenly froze.
He looked in the direction from which the sound came, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.
A golden light appeared in the east of the city.
The light was initially faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, but in an instant, it rose like the sun, shooting into the sky and dyeing half the night sky a brilliant gold!
A figure slowly emerged from the endless golden light.
He was still wearing that coarse linen clothing, but at this moment, those simple clothes seemed to shine brighter than the most luxurious brocade in the world.
He had a face so handsome it seemed otherworldly, and a head of silver hair that danced in the golden light.
He looked up at the sky, and the solemn voice of the divine test echoed in his mind:
[To clarify one's aspirations and establish one's principles: Having clarified one's mind, one should now establish one's principles. What is your principles?]
Dongfang Jing's gaze swept over the horrific scene of corpses strewn across the square, and over the city dwellers trembling in the corners, their eyes filled with despair.
Finally, the last one fell to Zhang Yong, the dying man who was trampled underfoot but still stared intently at Xue Tu.
He spoke slowly.
"My way is to use the light of a mirror to dispel all darkness in the world and eradicate all evil spirits!"
The moment the words fell!
boom--!!!
The earth and sky shook violently!
In his mind, that clear, cold female voice, carrying a hint of relief and approval, resoundingly declared:
[The Blazing Sun God's First Test: Clear Mind - Clarifying Ambition and Establishing the Path, Passed!]
[Since the examinee was unable to prevent the tragedy, overall evaluation: Pass!]
[Rewards being processed...]
A golden divine light, as thick as a pillar of heaven, tore through the sky and descended, completely enveloping the Eastern Mirror!
Within this sacred pillar of light, the soul power within his body surged wildly, like a river bursting its banks!
Level 66!
Level 67!
Level 68!
Level 69!
...
Level 70!
The bottleneck was broken through in an instant, as thin as paper!
A power ten or even a hundred times greater than before surged and roared within his body!
Soul Saint!
At the same time, a scarlet halo slowly descended from the top of the golden pillar of light.
That red was so pure, so profound!
A 100,000-year soul ring!
However, that's not all!
The moment the scarlet halo touched the Eastern Mirror, the golden divine light suddenly shone brightly!
The sacred flames burned fiercely on that spirit ring, purifying all the violent energy within it and leaving only the purest power of light!
[Divinely bestowed Soul Ring, Condensed!]
His coarse linen clothes gradually dissolved in the divine light, and in their place came a divine armor made of gold and white, with smooth and beautiful lines, full of sacredness and majesty!
Her silver hair moved without wind, each strand shimmering with golden light!
At this moment, Dongfang Jing's deep purple eyes completely transformed into golden pupils burning with divine fire!
Majestic! Sacred! Inviolable!
"Buzz—"
The Shattered Mirror Martial Soul automatically detached from his body and hovered in front of him.
The countless blue and pink butterflies that were fluttering around began to melt and recombine under the divine light!
In the end, it transformed into a magnificent long blade with an ornate design, a slender blade, and flowing with golden solar fire!
"A miracle...a divine intervention..."
"A god has descended!"
In the square, all the surviving citizens, including the bloodthirsty fallen soul masters, couldn't help but kneel down when they saw this world-creating scene. Their bodies trembled violently with extreme awe and fear.
Blood Butcher's face turned ashen. His proud Soul Emperor cultivation level was as insignificant as a speck of dust in the face of this sacred and vast aura.
He tried to escape, but found that his body was completely imprisoned by that invisible pressure, and he couldn't even move a finger.
Holding the Blazing Sun Blade, Dongfang Jing's golden eyes swept indifferently over the kneeling Blood Butcher.
He didn't even walk over.
He casually waved his hand across the distance, just a hundred meters away, in the direction of Blood Butcher.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no cataclysmic fluctuations.
Only a slender golden sword light flashed and disappeared.
The look of terror on Blood Butcher's face froze instantly.
The next second.
A wisp of golden flame quietly ignited between his brows.
The flames spread rapidly, engulfing his entire body.
He and all the fallen soul masters behind him didn't even have time to utter a scream before they silently turned to ashes in the sacred golden flames.
It scattered with a gust of wind.
It was as if they had never existed in this world.
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