The Rising Sun rose in the east, piercing through the clouds.
As the malevolent ghost turned to ash, the swaying corpses inside house after house came to a halt. Most of the evil nature and gloom shrouding the village dissipated, leaving only deathly silence and desolation echoing through the air.
"Several hundred people... all dead."
Jiang Qiao sighed softly.
Even though he had long grown accustomed to death, he could not help feeling somewhat melancholy before such a scene.
"Ordinary people's lives are as fragile as ants'."
"At the slightest disturbance..."
"They fall in droves."
"They have no right at all to control their own fate."
"But..."
"What about Awakened?"
"They seem to be nothing more than oversized ants."
"Low-level Awakened can deal with ordinary malevolent ghosts, but their lifespans are limited. After only a few years, they become nourishment for the supernatural, or are even possessed by it."
"Awakened above the fifth rank break free from the shackles of lifespan."
"Seventh-rank Awakened begin to control their bodies."
"Eighth-rank Awakened possess others in reverse, ninth-rank Awakened become spokesmen for the rules..."
"But have they taken control of their fate?"
"No."
"They are still merely gigantic ants."
"What about the Divinity Staircase?"
"What about demigods?"
"Perhaps they can already contend against the vast majority of evil entities, even stand on equal footing with Ancient Evil Spirits."
"But before the abyss, they are still crushed with a single grind."
"In the future of my homeland, some surpassed the limits of the supernatural, broke free from the prison of the River of History, and proved the divine path with mortal bodies. How magnificent and splendid, how peerlessly invincible."
"They even created a miracle such as the Red Moon."
"But before the abyss..."
"Gods fall, the Red Moon becomes corrupted, and even the pinnacle