"Better that the world have no gods for all eternity than have a master."
"Alas, people are so often ignorant. They think that overthrowing the oppression of gods means they can become their own masters, but with Sealed Lords pressing down upon their heads, how is that any different from before?"
"Sealed Lords are recognized by the Nine Cauldrons, with ten thousand realms submitting to them and authority that reaches the gods. They still oppress the common people to enrich themselves!"
The Western Hall Master sat barefoot upon a large boulder, speaking wistfully. "What our God of Release Cult seeks is a supreme undertaking: to release the 'self' buried deep within the human heart, the supreme god of freedom."
"No oppression, no rule. Gods stand supreme, neither interfering nor doing more than watching. Only those who commit evil under the banner of gods are the targets our God of Release Cult seeks to overthrow."
"In a nation, call for no ruler; in a household, call for no father. No ruler, no father—utterly treasonous. How exhilarating!"
He laughed loudly as he untied his broad, gauzy robe. From his feet to his ankles, calves, knees, and all the way upward, the skin on his body was smooth and delicate, without the slightest scar.
His upper body was bare on the left side, revealing a fair, immaculate shoulder. What a jade-like beauty, what a handsome man.
The Western Hall Master had once been acknowledged throughout the Fifty Provinces as the number one handsome man in the world, the envy of countless women.
At the same time, he was also one of the supreme masters of the Body Engraver profession.
The red dot between his brows flickered. Blood Qi flowed throughout his body, and one character after another surfaced and lit up across his