Chapter 708: The Figure

"Why is it suddenly glowing!"

After leaving, Shen Yu did not return to Da'an City, but instead found an uninhabited place to begin carefully observing this Bead.

Originally, no matter how he observed it, he seemed unable to fathom the mysteries within; it was as if a layer of powerful force was always blocking his perception.

Yet, just as he was exploring without result, this Jade Bead suddenly began to glow, accompanied by a powerful force rippling out once more.

He had not injected any power into it; how could it be glowing and heating up on its own?

Fortunately, he had used the Mountain and River Map to conceal it, so the light within did not leak out, though the force it emitted was somewhat different from what he had expected—its power was bright and vast, without a hint of malice.

He had originally thought this Jade Bead could truly bewitch the mind and drive people to madness. After all, wasn't Su Ye's master driven to madness by this very bead, eventually even killing his own disciple?

Now it seemed that Su Ye's master likely could not withstand the power inside, and thus suffered a mental breakdown.

Blaming the Jade Bead when one is not up to the task—it was clearly that you were incompetent, yet you insisted on forcing it; who can you blame for that?

The power of the Jade Bead continued to ripple, and in a trance, Shen Yu saw countless people slaughtering each other; it seemed as if blood was flowing everywhere. Within a thousand miles, no living person remained, only countless corpses and bones.

This was a World filled with blood and sorrow everywhere, seemingly devoid of emotion, vitality, or a future.

Everyone only knew how to slaughter each other, as if they were beasts in a jungle, acting according to the instinct for killing.

This was like a desperate World, so desperate that ordinary people could not possibly survive here, so desperate that one might experience slaughter and death at any time and place.

It is unknown how much time passed, but above the bones of countless people, one person emerged, tearing apart the bodies of who knows how many people with a pair of flawless, white hands.

Across the entire land, no one could survive at his hands; everyone felt only fear when they saw him.

Yet this person felt no excitement, only a faint sorrow, as if his face forever held an indelible sadness.

He wanted to save those who were severely wounded by the slaughter, but when he bandaged their wounds, he was often met with betrayal.

These people did not accept his kindness; instead, they took advantage of his aid to plunge sharp blades into his body. The crazy look in those people's eyes held not a shred of gratitude, only endless killing intent and wariness.

Even though the person before them was trying to save them, they still wanted to kill him; this was driven by the deepest instincts within their hearts.

Yet he did not mind this in the slightest, still diligently bandaging them and helping them heal their wounds.

Day after day, year after year, he repeated this process of painstakingly helping people only to be betrayed by them, never receiving a single word of thanks.

Everyone either wanted to kill him or feared him.

The people of the entire World had gone mad; fathers were not fathers, sons were not sons, yet only he remained clear-headed, clearly knowing what was right and what was wrong.

Sometimes he was also confused, not knowing whether it was that everyone else was drunk while he alone was sober, or that everyone else was sober while he alone was drunk.

He wanted to find someone as clear-headed as himself, but after walking the earth for so many years, he had never once seen such a person.

Yes, to survive in such a filthy World, one must either be assimilated or be killed. Only by being strong enough to make others fear, strong enough to live according to one's own will, could one survive.

Suddenly one day, he felt that this World should not be like this, even though the environment he had lived in since childhood was exactly so.

Yet in his heart, there was always a voice telling him that this World should not be like this, and that it needed someone to save it.

Finally, one day, while walking, he seemed to have another breakthrough; he was not excited or agitated, as such situations were almost routine for him.

Even if he did not cultivate, perhaps in just a few years, he would become stronger still. Originally he was already strong enough to be invincible, and now he had reached a height that ordinary people could hardly look up to.

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To the point that until now, let alone anyone keeping up with his pace, there were very few who could even take a single move or half-move from him.

The stronger his power, the more lonely and isolated he felt; looking around, it seemed there was no one he could chat with.

At the same time, he seemed to sense something different in the heavens and earth, which made him vaguely repulsed.

These things drifting between heaven and earth were being greedily absorbed by others, and every time someone came into contact with these things, their faces would radiate an excited expression.

These invisible and intangible things were hidden within the endless Spirit Qi, and as this Spirit Qi of heaven and earth merged into people's bodies, it caused their power to continuously skyrocket.

If the Spirit Qi of heaven and earth flowing into the human body was like a candle flame emitting heat, then these things were like lamp oil.

Sprinkling lamp oil onto a candle flame naturally allows one to burn like a raging fire, causing one's power to instantly surge. Such growth naturally made countless people flock to pursue it.

Even if they knew that under the stimulation of such power, they would only accelerate their own burning, they still could not stop.

Once they came into contact with it, it was difficult to quit. It kept them addicted, kept them unable to be clear-headed, and kept them trapped in endless slaughter.

If they wanted to live, they had to continuously improve their realm; once the realm was improved, their vitality would naturally increase greatly.

But likewise, once the realm was improved, the Spirit Qi absorbed would also increase, and the things hidden within the Spirit Qi would naturally increase as well. The raging fire would burn ever brighter.

It was like adding firewood to put out a fire; the flames grew higher, and one could only add more firewood to put out the fire. The cycle repeated, endless, until finally, they were completely burned to ashes by the flames.

At this moment, he seemed to vaguely understand something and looked up at the sky.

Above the void, it was as if a pair of eyes were watching this land; those eyes were cold and arrogant, as if feeding on the people of the entire world, feeding on the flames on everyone's bodies.

He lowered his head and continued walking forward, not taking the initiative to provoke them. At this time, he was indeed very strong to others, but it was not enough, far from enough.

At his realm, he could clearly feel that huge gap. If he wanted to change it, he had to make himself stronger, strong enough to have sufficient confidence, strong enough to face all of this head-on.

He walked for who knows how long, and finally, he seemed to have an epiphany, walking into a cave and sitting down casually, as if pondering something.

To prevent anyone from disturbing him, he casually lifted a great mountain, continuously compressing and condensing it, finally condensing it into a giant rock to block the cave entrance.

It is unknown how much time passed, but he finally seemed to have attained enlightenment and stood up abruptly.

Subsequently, his body gradually became more and more illusory, his whole body seemingly radiating light, continuously merging into the surrounding stone walls.

Finally, his previous body completely shattered, as if turning into light and dissipating, adhering to the stone walls, leaving only vast Mental Power surging in place.

And then, endless power combined with the Mental Power on the spot, as if a new body had been condensed entirely from the natural things of the world.

From then on, he walked out of the cave and walked toward the sky.

That figure seemed to be reflected in Shen Yu's eyes, appearing exceptionally majestic. Even though there was not the slightest sound, every step he took seemed to shake like thunder.

After he stepped into the void, there was no fierce fighting above the void, nor was there the slightest slaughter.

He simply decomposed his new body, covering the sky and blocking everything. It was just like a barrier, shielding the eyes in the void.

The last bit of residual power condensed into a Jade Bead, which fell into the cave.

Since then, the seas have turned into mulberry fields, and endless time has passed; it is unknown how long it has been, until one day, a person dressed as a hunter accidentally broke into this cave and picked up this bead.

By the time this person came out from here, they had already transformed from an unknown hunter into an expert who dominated the region.

He also remodeled this place and founded a sect here, which has flourished and prospered ever since, continuing unbroken through the generations.