The murky aura of the divine realm was completely stripped away and expelled.
Instead, there is an extremely pure and vast lunar divine power.
The suspended temples in the sky, symbols of the power of the old gods, began to crumble under the rewriting of the rules. Magnificent domes collapsed, colossal statues shattered, and all totems representing the glory of the old gods were mercilessly erased.
Immediately afterwards, countless beams of cold moonlight descended from the sky, reconstructing new architectural outlines on the ruins.
A towering observatory, a solemn and majestic library, a crystal plaza with flowing spatial arrays...
A magnificent academy, imbued with absolute rationality and order, rose from the ground in this brand-new divine realm.
At the same time.
The hundreds of deities kneeling on the ground suddenly let out a painful groan. To their horror, they discovered that the core of divine power within their bodies, symbolizing their divine status, was being forcibly sealed by an irresistible force of law.
The divine marks between their brows shattered one after another, dissipating into specks of light. In their place, a faint blue "稷" character mark was etched deep into their souls.
That was the exclusive mark belonging to the servants of the Jixia Divine Realm.
From this moment on, even the once invincible God-King was utterly reduced to the lowest servant in this new world. Life and death, taking or giving, were all in Qian Yu's hands.
Qianyu lowered her arms and looked up at the clear, newly cleared sky. The moonlight shone on her, making her seem like the embodiment of the only truth in the world.
"This world has no need for such dirty hypocrisy."
Qianyu murmured softly. Then she turned around and faced the million-strong allied army in front of Jialing Pass. A smile of victory finally appeared on her clear face.
The new calendar has arrived.
"All living beings can seek truth from the bright moon."
The cool moonlight poured down like water, generously spreading across the now unrecognizable white jade square.
Tang San's only remaining eye was painfully illuminated by the blinding moonlight.
His broken body was pinned beneath the crumbling dragon-shaped stone pillar. Most of his body was completely numb, with only his right arm still twitching uncontrollably.
Dark red bruises covered his eye sockets, making his vision blood red and blurry.
Through the gap left by the falling stone pillar, Tang San watched everything unfold before him.
Those supreme beings in the divine realm who were once his equals, or even those he secretly suppressed, are now like a pack of the most despicable pigs and dogs.
The evil god-king gripped a broom that appeared out of nowhere tightly in both hands. He didn't even bother to brush the dust off his clothes before hunching over and diligently sweeping away the rubble in the ruins.
The benevolent goddess was carrying a heavy wooden bucket. With her delicate hands, which had once been used only to bestow divine blessings, she was slowly wiping away the bloodstains on the floor tiles.
The other hundreds of high-ranking deities were even busier.
Some were moving collapsed beams and pillars, others were repairing broken steps. On the foreheads of each person, the pale blue character "稷" (Ji) bearing the mark of humiliation shone.
No one dared to resist, and no one even dared to raise their head.
As Tang San watched this scene, he felt as if something was tearing his heart apart.
That was his faith, his pride, the supreme authority he had built up over two lifetimes, stepping on countless corpses.
Now, everything has collapsed.
The Tang Sect God Realm, which he painstakingly built, was effortlessly and completely wiped out by that woman who called herself Haiyue with just a few words and a few beams of light.
"Click".
A very subtle yet crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out deep within Tang San's mind.
That was the sound of the Dao Heart shattering completely.
The will that had sustained him all the way, the belief that he was always right, finally collapsed in the face of absolute reality, turning into a pile of powder that could not be pieced back together.
From Tang San's leaky throat, turbid blood bubbles began to overflow uncontrollably.
His once desperate single eye gradually lost focus, becoming clouded with a layer of madness.
"Why..."
Tang San's lips moved violently, producing a hoarse sound like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing against each other.
"I am clearly the chosen one..."
"I clearly possess the Xuan Tian Treasure Record..."
Beneath the broken stone pillar, he resembled a maggot with its spine crushed, helplessly twisting its neck in the blood, its voice rising and falling, incoherent.
"The first principle of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record: Never let someone you cannot fully trust know your true strength..."
"The third rule... once you've identified your opponent as an enemy... if there's a way to die... don't show mercy... otherwise you'll only create more trouble for yourself..."
Large spurts of black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining the remaining half of his face like that of a demon.
"I possess twin martial souls... I have mastered the art of hidden weapons... I possess the Buddha's Wrath Lotus..."
"I even managed to scheme my way into the Asura God's position... how could I possibly lose..."
"It's all fake... Yes... It's an illusion... It's that old man's illusion from back then..."
Tang San shook his head frantically, his only remaining hand scratching wildly at the sharp pebbles. His fingernails broke, and his flesh was mangled, but he was completely oblivious.
He's gone mad.
Under the double blow of extreme humiliation and the complete destruction of his cultivation, this Asura God King, who had been hypocritical all his life, completely fell into a state of madness and hysteria.
In the distance, the massive army of millions remained completely silent.
Everyone watched silently as the bloodied man, who was pinned under a stone pillar and babbling incoherently, lay there in silence.
In the vanguard formation, Qian Renxue held the Angelic Holy Sword upside down, her dazzling golden hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze.
Looking at Tang San's pathetic yet laughable madness, she recalled the excruciating pain she felt when he skinned and dismembered her. She had originally thought that seeing Tang San's defeat would make her laugh wildly and hysterically vent her hatred.
But at this moment, she felt only relief.
Qian Renxue turned her head and cast her gaze upon the stunningly beautiful figure in moon-white at the center of the white jade square, her eyes filled with unwavering admiration and reverence.
Qianyu stood quietly in place.
Her bare feet, untouched by a speck of dust, gently trod on the smooth, mirror-like glazed floor tiles.
Hearing Tang San's mad mutterings coming from the ruins, Qian Yu took a step and walked slowly toward the broken dragon-shaped stone pillar.
She walked very slowly.
The gods' servants who were working along the way were so frightened by her footsteps that they immediately dropped their tools, lay flat on the ground, and held their breath.
Qianyu ignored the group of servants.
She arrived in front of the stone pillar without making any unnecessary movements; her moon-white long sleeves simply fluttered gently in the wind.
"boom!"
The massive dragon-shaped stone pillar, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms and pressing down on Tang San, evaporated instantly upon contact with the laws of space, turning into the smallest dust particles scattered in the wind without even a shattering process.
Tang San's body, which was completely rotten like mud, was fully exposed to the cold moonlight.
The array of light curtains continued to operate, clearly projecting this scene before the eyes of the millions of troops and all the realms.
Qianyu bent down slightly, her beautiful face gradually approaching the blood-stained face.
She squatted down.
The moon-white skirt floated gently in mid-air, completely untouched by any bloodstains on the ground.
Tang San stared intently at Qian Yu, who was standing inches away. He was still mumbling the Tang Sect rules incoherently, trying to numb himself with those ridiculous rules he had stolen.
Qianyu slowly extended her right hand, which was as white as jade.
No divine power was used, nor were any laws involved.
She placed her palm on Tang San's right cheek, which was covered in bits of flesh, as if an adult were disciplining a naughty child.
"Smack."
A crisp slap rang out.
Qianyu patted his face.
The force wasn't great, it couldn't even be called an attack, but it carried an extreme humiliation that utterly crushed Tang San's self-esteem into the mud.
Tang San's ramblings came to an abrupt halt.
"Smack."
Qianyu slapped his left cheek again with her other hand.
These two light taps were like two heavy hammers, shattering the last layer of shell Tang San used to escape reality. The madness in his eyes briefly cleared, replaced by endless fear and shame.
Qianyu stared at that hypocritical face, her eyes filled with no anger, only indifference as if she were looking at an ant.
"Why?"
Qianyu's red lips parted slightly, and her clear, cool voice drifted through the silent night sky.
"Because you met me."
She withdrew her hand, pulled a clean white handkerchief from thin air, and slowly wiped away the trace of blood that had stained her fingertips.
"Your so-called Xuan Tian Bao Lu is nothing but the rotten rules of a sect in another world, where people steal chickens and dogs. You use poison, hidden weapons, and those underhanded and despicable methods to scheme against everything."
"You disguise selfishness as justice, and plunder as acting on behalf of Heaven."
Qianyu casually tossed the handkerchief she had used to wipe her hands onto Tang San's face, covering his repulsive appearance.
"But in the face of absolute power," Qianyu slowly stood up, looking down at him condescendingly, "your petty tricks are nothing but a fart."
The words were spoken in a single sentence.
A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the million-strong army. Countless armored weapons clashed wildly, spears forming a forest that pointed straight to the sky. These crude yet utterly blunt words pierced Tang San's last veil of pretense like a sharp sword.
With a handkerchief covering his face, Tang San let out a shrill sound from his throat, like a broken bellows leaking air. He looked like a dead snake whose tendons had been pulled out, writhing desperately in the blood.
Qianyu stopped looking at him.
She turned her head and casually glanced at the group of divine servants lying on the ground not far away.
"Someone come here."
Qianyu's cool voice didn't have much variation.
The moment those two words were uttered.
The few law enforcers from the original god realm who had been lying prone in the crowd felt as if they had heard the most heavenly blessing. They even scrambled to their feet, afraid that if they were a step too late, they would lose the opportunity to impress their new master.
These enforcers were once Tang San's most loyal subordinates, and had carried out countless shady missions for him to eliminate dissidents.
But now, the fear on their faces has been replaced by flattery.
"My lord! Your servant is here!"
Four law enforcement officers rushed to Qianyu, stumbling and slid to their knees, pressing their heads firmly against the floor tiles, and shouted in response.
Qianyu looked past them and towards the magnificent and newly completed gate of the Jixia Divine Realm in the sky.
"Hang Tang San on the gate of the God Realm."
Qianyu casually gave the order, as if instructing a servant to throw away a bag of stinking garbage.
"Let him watch every day as I rule over all worlds."
The four law enforcement officers did not hesitate for a moment upon hearing these words.
"Yes, sir!"
They kowtowed in unison, then suddenly stood up and pounced on Tang San on the ground like wolves and tigers.
Former master? Colleague's friendship?
These things are worthless if it comes down to saving one's life and pleasing the new master.
Two law enforcement officers grabbed Tang San's thigh, while the other two each pulled on his arms.
They completely ignored Tang San's injuries, and didn't care whether his shattered bones could withstand such strain. All they knew was that they had to act quickly and absolutely couldn't keep their master waiting.
"rise!"
One of the law enforcement officers shouted.
The four of them dragged Tang San's broken body backwards like a heavy, dead dog, striding towards the gate in the sky.
Tang San's back rubbed against the rough gravel and steps without any restraint.
"ah--"
An extremely pitiful scream pierced through the handkerchief covering her face and echoed throughout the Jialing Pass.
Blood trailed along the path he was dragged along, leaving a long, shocking trail on the white jade square.
His body bounced and slammed against the stairs, each impact tearing away large chunks of flesh. But the law enforcement officers didn't even turn their heads; instead, their pace quickened.
Below, the million-strong allied army watched this extremely satisfying scene, their laughter echoing through the heavens.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu stood in front of the light screen, laughing through their tears, their hands clenched tightly, exclaiming how exhilarating it was.
Qianyu stood quietly under the moonlight.
Listening to the screams fading into the distance, watching the mangled body being dragged away like a dead dog.
This is the ultimate fate of hypocrites.
The crimson hue over Jialing Pass faded completely, and the cool moonlight once again dominated the sky.
Tang San's piercing scream, like that of a night owl, was carried by the wind from the gate in the sky. The sound grew fainter and fainter, yet it lingered on, becoming the most beautiful requiem in this new world.
The bloodstains on the White Jade Square have been completely wiped clean by those once high and mighty god-kings.
Those divine servants branded with the character "稷" on their foreheads were kneeling on both sides of the road. Their foreheads were pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles, and they dared not even breathe.
The realm of gods has been completely pacified.
There is no need for any more killing, nor for any more rules. The mere presence of the name Qianyu is enough to awe all the heavens and myriad realms.
The massive army began to be stationed in an orderly manner, taking over the defense of the various temples.
Qianyu ignored those trivial matters. Stepping into the moonlight, her figure transformed into streaks of light and appeared directly on the ruins of the original God Realm Central Hub.
This place was once the core of Tang San's command, but now only ruins remain.
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