The humanoid figure remained silent.
In the void, it dragged out layer after layer of bizarre afterimages. Each one seemed to come alive, capable of thrusting out razor-sharp sword lights, their ferocious might surging skyward and their killing intent running rampant.
"Clinging to a futile resistance!"
Jiang Qiao's eyes radiated a chilling light. His body was as solid as rock, and he had nothing to fear.
He swung his fist and forcefully met the sword light.
Countless bloody talismans swirled around him, linking into eerie red radiance. It was as if a vast bank of burning clouds had appeared in the sky. And within those burning talismans was searing Stove Fire.
Suddenly.
Jiang Qiao seemed to comprehend something.
Stove Fire was the warmth of human life, and that warmth... was inherently incompatible with the supernatural.
It burned.
And brought light.
It was scorching.
Yet it could give warmth.
Its fiercely burning body was the foundation that allowed humanity to advance from the wilderness into civilization.
The curling smoke from cooking fires, the fragrance of food.
Children laughing and running about.
This scene... was it supernatural?
Of course not!
"Crow Country... the Vicious Ghosts... they live in darkness and yearn for light..." Jiang Qiao seemed to understand.
This Stove Fire.
Though driven by the supernatural.
It had also taken a path that transcended the supernatural.
"A different path."
Jiang Qiao murmured softly.
Ever since the supernatural was born, brilliant talents had tried to forge different paths—using the supernatural while also resolving the various problems it brought.
For example.
The martial-arts style of the Great Qi world.
It had edited and corrected the supernatural. Jiang Qiao could not imagine how it had been achieved.
But it had truly.
Eradicated the supernatural's cold eeriness, retaining only its solemn killing power.
That was precisely