Later, the man nad Qi found out.
The deity, who stood high above like the Great Sun, seemingly eternal, was slain by a Qi Refiner.
Qi was shocked. Were those Qi Refiners who were hunted every day capable of this?
But the fact remained, a deity had fallen.
A change began to take place in Qi's heart.
Could deities actually die?
Then, he left his hotown, and after barely surviving many dangers, he finally t a Qi Refiner by accident.
He was taken away by the Qi Refiner, who told him that mortals could also cultivate.
As long as the cultivation realm was high enough, mortals could even slay deities.
They aid to overthrow this world, to overthrow those deities, and cast them all down to the dust.
From then on, no one would ride on humanity's back, killing as they pleased.
They wanted to drag down those Divine Servants who looked down on the common people like ants, who killed indiscriminately in the streets to help deities enslave the populace, and burn them alive.
This lofty ideal deeply shocked Qi.
Qi joined the Qi Refiners and began rigorous training.
However, his talent was lacking, and he was no longer young. His bones had already set, making it impossible for him to beco the strong individual he admired, one who could ascend to the nine heavens and slay deities.
Later, the war between the Qi Refiners and the deities slowly expanded, with the Qi Refiners beginning to lose ground.
Qi started to develop a new idea.
He felt that perhaps the Qi Refiners were dood to fail.
If they couldn't defeat the deities, why not join them?
If they beca deities too, then everyone would be deities, and there would be a chance to overco.
Moreover, they would certainly be different from the old deities, they would surely treat the common people kindly.
No one stopped Qi because everyone was searching for a way to break the deadlock. Without final success, no one knew what the result would be.
Qi began his own research.
Many years passed, and he had nothing to show for it, until one day, he dread of a red sun, signifying the highest deity, setting in the sky, and a white sun rising.
He opened his eyes and wrote, "When the red sun perishes, the White Sun shall rise."
From that mont, it was as if he had been enlightened. He began to compile a new Dharma thod, using his Qi Refinent Cultivation Technique.
Since it was for the world and for everyone, naturally, everyone should contribute.
If countless people worship one person as they would deities, receiving the power of incense fire, so day, soone will beco a deity.
He began to compile and write his hopes on the pages.
The White Sun Holy Scripture.
Day by day, he grew older, and the compilation of the White Sun Holy Scripture was completed, but it was rely a superior Cultivation Technique.
The passing years made him agitated, and he grew increasingly extre.
The later content beca more absurd, turning into aggressive brainwashing to rule over countless people and achieve the Evil Dao that fulfilled one person's ambition.
Until one day, when the elderly Qi could no longer hold a pen, he looked at the manuscript before him with resentnt, transford into a mouthful of hot blood that sprayed onto the manuscript. He died with eyes wide open, unwilling to pass away.
Gradually, the manuscript, infused with his life essence, spirit, and blood of resentnt, fell into slumber in the cave where Qi spent his last days.
Who knows how long passed before a faint spirituality erged on the manuscript.
Every word on it seed to co to life, constantly shifting, but that was all.
Many years later, a mischievous child entered the cave and discovered the manuscript with the jumping, glowing words.
The child took it ho, learned to read, and began to recite the contents.
Many years later, the child cultivated with the White Sun Holy Scripture and beca a master, extending his lineage. Those practicing the White Sun Holy Scripture grew increasingly in number.
The original manuscript's spirituality grew stronger as well.
With its growth ca new changes.
As generations passed, the family mbers unknowingly beca brainwashed, and one day, while worshipping their ancestors, they placed the original manuscript alongside them for worship.
The manuscript received its first bit of incense fire power.
The original spirituality made a crucial step forward.
It awakened spiritual wisdom.
Gradually, its spiritual wisdom grew, and it could even perceive everything outside. The first person it recognized as worshipping it appeared.
A little girl in a dress, with an adorable face.
The child grew up handso beyond compare, although a man, more beautiful than a woman.
It liked this person very much and began to try to contact him, starting a dialogue.
Ti ant nothing to it until one day the young man turned into an old man nearing death; only then did it first co into contact with the concept of death.
It also realized that if its physical form, the original manuscript, were destroyed, it would cease to exist.
It felt a little horrified.
Then, the old man nearing death told it that what was important was not the book but the content of the book, which gave birth to it.
As long as the content remained and soone rembered it, it would not die.
So, it began to work towards this goal.
Many, many years later, the family was wiped out, and the manuscript circulated elsewhere. More and more people knew of the White Sun Holy Scripture, and those who cultivated with it increased in number.
Those who practiced without distinguishing between the earlier and later content and were brainwashed also grew more common.
Finally, one day, the original manuscript was destroyed.
It felt fear, despair, but in the end, it did not die. One day, it seed to hear a summons.
The initial arrival began.
Yu Ziqing traced all of the White Sun Holy Mother's mories to their origin.
Far beyond his expectations, it extended back to the previous era.
Now, only scattered records remain, of the era when the previous deities sat high above in the nine heavens.
Yu Ziqing slowly lifted his foot, as an invisible power manifested around him.
Divine aura naturally ford, profound and unfathomable, this entirely unfathomable force quietly erged.
The White Sun Holy Mother thought his power ca from that rusty sword, believing that taking it away would leave him without a last resort.
Wrong, Yu Ziqing had never said his power ca from that rusty sword.
His power ca from his own abilities. As long as he acquired enough information, he could trigger the corresponding power.
The more he knew, the stronger the power beca.
However, this power could only be activated when he acted.
If he didn't act, Yu Ziqing wouldn't know if it was activated.
But it wasn't necessary for him to act imdiately every ti he acquired the minimum information required to trigger the determination.
He needed a thod to know the determination result but still be able to choose whether or not to act.
Thus, he found one.
That rusty sword was just an ordinary, rusty sword. The sword and the sword scabbard had rusted together.
Drawing the sword ant taking action.
The precondition for action would forcibly change into first resolving the rust of the sword, allowing it to be drawn smoothly.
Each ti, part of the power would be used first to turn that undrawable rusty sword into a sharp sword, then into a powerful weapon.
So, whenever Yu Ziqing saw the rust on the sword begin to fall off, he knew that the determination was complete.
But he could still choose not to act.
Later, he could choose a suitable ti to act, always maintaining the initiative.
Similarly, he chose a rusty sword, using it every ti he acted.
It was also to confuse outsiders.
To make others think his power ca from that rusty sword.
From beginning to end, no one would know where his real power ca from.
At critical monts, this was extrely important.
Just like now, using reverse possession, he delved into all the White Sun Holy Mother's mories and origins. He didn't even know how strong the power triggered this ti was.
At this mont, he seed to transition from a bystander into the scene.
He could walk through the images, to trace back to where he wanted to go.
He walked the path of the past, arriving at the cave where Qi spent his last days.
He saw Qi, still full of resentnt even in his dying monts.
"Who are you?"
Qi raised his head to look at Yu Ziqing.
He suddenly raised his hand, shooting out a fla. The fla turned into a rope, attempting to bind Yu Ziqing.
However, the fla passed through Yu Ziqing's body as if he didn't exist.
"Who I am is not important.
I am just here to tell you a piece of good news, and a piece of bad news.
The good news is, human cultivators will pull those deities down from the nine heavens, making them disappear into the dust of history.
And the bad news is, the things you left behind will beco a great calamity for humanity in the next era, one without deities riding on people's heads."
Yu Ziqing extended a finger and tapped Qi's forehead.
Images unfolded in Qi's mind.
Land filled with corpses, starving ghosts covering the sky.
Hungry ghosts erged.
Chanting machines that only know how to recite scriptures.
But following that, he saw fertile fields covering the land, people eating their fill, no longer needing to spend daily on expensive Incense Candles or worship deities.
Even seeing common people watching as an evil cultivator was beheaded publicly...
Scenes flashed by, Qi's expression shifting between happiness and rage.
After a mont, he raised his head to look at Yu Ziqing.
"Why tell these things?"
"I currently have the power to completely erase it.
But I thought, if I could, I would tell you.
Your lifelong pursuit was to drag deities from the clouds, even if you eventually went astray, your original intention was good.
Because no one from your era knew which path was correct.
But all pursued the path they believed correct, exhausting all efforts, spending their entire lives.
I felt it necessary to tell you in your dying monts, you ultimately succeeded; I don't want you to die with regret.
Your final unwillingness will beco the most important factor in catalyzing its ergence."
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