Yu Ziqing held the razor, trying to make a cut, and the next mont, the dark shadow directly plunged into the giant egg.
The blade first sliced through the shadow, but it was as if it passed through a mirage, leaving the shadow unscathed.
And the black giant egg before him was split in two, shattering into a pile of fragnts.
But then, the dark shadow rged into it and disappeared, and the pile of fragnts reassembled ssily, forming a black giant egg once again.
Upon careful observation, there were so differences from before, but as a whole, the changes were minor.
It worked, but it was certainly not enough to kill.
Yu Ziqing was not discouraged, as this was expected. He looked around.
Everything around seed to have co to a standstill.
The fierce ghost still had the young boy by the throat, fallen dust was frozen in place, and even Little Black's form had stabilized, without the feeling of so power constantly trying to absorb Little Black and swallow him up.
Yu Ziqing put Little Black down and patted Little Black's head.
"Watch quietly and don't wander off. If you die here, you truly die."
Little Black nodded and resolutely held onto Yu Ziqing's leg, refusing to let go.
Yu Ziqing held the razor like a pen, circled the black giant egg a few tis, and then extended a hand to touch it, quietly sensing it.
The next mont, he felt the shadow speaking, but now it seed not as loud as before.
"Even if you resolve the matters here, there will always be countless tragedies in the world.
And there will always be, never-ending.
You can't kill , so why bother?
I just want to live."
As the shadow spoke, Yu Ziqing seed to see scenes unfold before him.
Outside the city underfoot, throughout the entire Daqian, Dali, Dazhen, and even Dadui.
In every place, resentnt is brewing, injustice is erging.
The murdered, the greedy, those who died unjustly, and so on...
Right at this mont, these things are all happening.
The entire world looks like a starry sky, lighting up occasionally in places.
The difference is only that in the Daqian territories, the flashes are a bit more frequent and denser, while Dadui is much sparser.
What the Great Fallen Devil said was indeed correct, as long as people exist, there will never be an end.
"You're right; the world isn't perfect, nor can it perfectly et everyone's expectations.
But precisely because it's imperfect, soone needs to try not to let the whole world beco a mud pit.
This isn't the wish of a few but one that most people don't want.
And most people are doing just that; they haven't pushed the world into a mud pit.
Even if the things they do are small, choosing to go to the restroom instead of relieving themselves directly in the street is a tiny accumulation.
Countless tiny accumulations create what exists now.
You gods have been above for too long, and you've stayed in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World for so long without entirely changing this bad habit.
Even when using humans to anchor yourselves, you still only focus on the cesspit.
Jumping into the cesspit to find waste is indeed too easy.
You ignore too many insignificant things.
You only see the tragedy here, the murders here, the overwhelming resentnt here.
You don't see the young boy being unable to survive and everyone in this alley once letting him have a hot al.
Forget it; soone like you probably can't understand the significance of that hot al.
You don't want to die; then let it be as you wish."
Yu Ziqing held up the razor, his face solemn.
"Dadui, it's ti to act."
As Yu Ziqing spoke, the great fortune of Dadui Country surfaced grandly, akin to boundless power of the Divine Dynasty, continuously flowing into Yu Ziqing's body.
Yu Ziqing stomped his foot and shouted.
"Bridge of Fairyland."
The Dao Court quivered slightly, and all the little black ones, at this mont, voluntarily crossed the Ghost Gate and erged.
Yu Ziqing's power at this mont, under the linking of the Bridge of Fairyland, directly connected with the Dao Court, all Little Blacks, and the entirety of Dadui.
Yu Ziqing held the razor, and it seed the whole world stood behind him.
It was as if countless people extended their hands at the sa ti, joining Yu Ziqing in holding that razor.
"You want to borrow part of an ideal to take advantage of , so I can't kill you.
I also want to find a suitable entry point; doesn't this fit perfectly?
You don't want to die, and I don't want you dead now either.
Then let's remove the brakes completely and floor the accelerator.
Let's dash all the way under our shared sense of all that is bad, all that is good, under our shared ideals."
Yu Ziqing slowly lowered the razor.
The blade glided through, slicing off a corner of the black giant egg.
This ti, that corner didn't shatter but fell directly.
That was the part not recognized by Yu Ziqing.
"What are you doing, what are you doing..." The shadow started to panic.
Yu Ziqing raised the razor again, countless phantoms and voices erged, transforming into countless ethereal hands, continuously rging into the hand holding the razor.
The blade flashed once more, and another corner dropped from the black giant egg, landing on the ground.
Yu Ziqing's eyes glowed with an eerie light, his expression serious and focused; he couldn't hear what the shadow was saying anymore.
He was like a craftsman, deeply absorbed to the point of forgetting all distractions, holding an engraving knife, chiseling out paths on a stubborn stone, removing all unnecessary parts, leaving only what had been outlined in his heart.
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