Sang Qiye, a Model of Our Generation; the Spirit Refiner Master Disciplines His Rebellious Disciple

"The path was carved out through slaughter."

"Kill from daylight into Black Night, from the human realm into the underworld. Lock onto a direction and fight your way through. Once the enemy feared you and retreated, the path would open up."

The instant the Divine Court shattered, darkness welcomed back the dawn. Even the gray skies of the Relics of the Gods seemed so fresh, and the air carried an extra hint of sweetness.

Yue Gongli said nothing, yet those words echoed through his mind.

Back when Shen Yi's name had first begun to rise, Yue Gongli had playfully interviewed him in the guise of a wandering bard. That bald man had given this answer with utter calm and seriousness.

He had been as calm as he was now, beating up the Saint-Infant Bearing Plant.

Yet Yue Gongli vaguely remembered the scene from back then:

Shen Yi had held the hand of that unknown woman. Amid the teeming crowd, he had been the burliest, standing head and shoulders above everyone else.

There had also been a fortune-teller along for the interview—actually dragged over by force—who claimed he could divine fortunes but in truth only calculated romantic fates.

At the time, that gentleman had been even less famous than Shen Yi.

Only Yue Gongli knew just how filthy the heart of this fortune-telling brother he had grown up playing with truly was.

So he glanced at the fortune-teller and asked Shen Yi, "What if you encountered an illusion array invincible beneath heaven, a Ghost Gate that trapped you so you couldn't get out? How would you carve out a path then?"

Shen Yi remained calm. Though still a newcomer, his heart was as steady as a boulder weathered by ten thousand years of wind and rain. He said:

"Then kill."

Naturally