Alliance Turning in Seconds into Deadly Enemies, Guizhong's Gentleness Becoming Original Sin, Demon Gods Killing Each Other Just to Seize Seven God Seats!

A goddess who once wove illusions to bring sweet dreams to her subjects now stood at the border of her kingdom, looking at the neighboring land. The master of that land had once been her best friend, but now, that land was the "nourishment" she had to swallow to survive.

"Love" and "protection" had become the most high-sounding excuses.

"For my people, I must obtain final victory."

"To protect this land, I can only ask you all to turn to dust."

Similar words echoed in every corner of Teyvat. The past warmth was completely torn apart, and what laid bare before everyone was the naked law of the jungle.

Seven seats meant there were only seven victors.

Yet on the Teyvat Continent, the named demon gods numbered more than just a thousand.

This was an elimination destined to flow with rivers of blood.

"They're crazy, they've all gone crazy!" Xu Sanshi could not help letting out a low roar as his Black Tortoise Shell Shield subconsciously materialized in front of him, as if to fend off the surging malice. "Just for some unfathomable divine decree? They're throwing away thousands of years of friendship just like that?"

"This isn't madness, Sanshi." Bei Bei's voice was very deep; as the eldest senior brother of the Tang Sect, his perspective on the issue was more profound. "This is fear. When death becomes the sole end, and the only way to live is to kill others, any morality and emotion will become vulnerable to a single blow."

He Caitou pushed his cigar without lighting it. "From another perspective, this is the most efficient 'resource integration'. Through mutual devouring, all scattered power ultimately converges into the seven strongest individuals. The methods are cruel, but the objective... is terrifyingly clear."

His words made the others shudder even more.

"B-But Goddess Guizhong and Goddess Heulia..." Xiao Xiao's tears welled up once more. "They're so gentle, they don't want to fight at all!"

Tang Ya gently pulled her into her embrace, her own body trembling slightly. "In rules like this, gentleness is the original sin."

No one was a tyrant by nature, but the rules would force you to pick up the butcher's knife.

Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Eye flickered. What he saw was no longer a simple picture, but the negative emotions above the entire Teyvat World, so thick they could not be dissolved.

Resentment, greed, fear, killing intent... Countless black-red auras soared into the sky, dyeing the sky of the entire world with an ominous blood red.

"The 'emotions' of a world have been completely detonated at this moment." Rong Nianbing lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair. As the God of Emotion, he could clearly sense that madness sweeping across heaven and earth. "The Heavenly Principles aren't screening the strong; they're creating monsters. They're using the most extreme emotions to feed seven of the coldest, most powerful 'gods'."

"Calling them monsters is putting it mildly." Zhou Weiqing sneered twice, except there was not a shred of his usual ruffian attitude in that laugh, leaving only bone-chilling coldness. "This is raising gu. Put thousands of poisonous bugs into a jar, let them kill each other, and the one that survives in the end is the king of gu. These demon gods are those poisonous bugs."

His metaphor was vulgar, yet incomparably precise.

Dai Hao's fists were clenched tightly. As the former White Tiger Duke, he had spent his life amidst wars, yet even the most tragic national wars seemed much milder compared to the scene before him.

"When armies engage in battle, there are still military laws to bind them and a bottom line to speak of. But this war... has no bottom line whatsoever. The fate of the losers isn't just death, but complete annihilation, erased along with the very trace of their existence."

Xue Ye let out a long sigh. This old man had spent his life weighing pros and cons and maintaining the stability of the empire. Watching those demon gods in the screen who annexed territories in the name of "protection", he seemed to see himself.

"The arts of an emperor's governance dread nothing more than womanish benevolence. This 'Heavenly Principles' has taken this to the extreme. It doesn't even need to act itself; it only needs to issue a rule to make the entire world operate according to its will. This is the most terrifying 'rule'."

Ning Rongrong's complexion was somewhat pale.

She hailed from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and what she excelled at most was horizontal and vertical alliances, trading the smallest cost for the greatest benefit.

Yet under the rules of the Heavenly Principles, any alliance was meaningless.

Because there were only seven seats.

Allies would sooner or later turn into enemies.

"There's no trust, no cooperation, only endless suspicion and betrayal." Ning Tian took over her aunt's words. As the new generation of sect master, he instantly understood the core of this war. "This is a hopeless, dead end. The stronger you are, the more you become the target of public criticism. The weaker you are, the more you become a priority target for others to devour."

Chang Gongwei's brow was tightly furrowed. As the God King of Light, he had spent his life fighting to protect humanity. "God loves all beings... I always thought this was the compassion a god ought to have. But now it seems this phrase is utterly ironic."

Beside him, Lei Xiang, the former evil mage, wore an approving look at this moment. "So-called 'love' is merely the strong man's pity for the weak. When the weak possess the possibility of threatening the strong, or when the weak lose their utility value, this 'love' instantly transforms into the sharpest butcher's knife."

A'Dai, or rather Mandun, merely watched in silence. He had once been the King of Underworld and had seen his fill of life and death, but even the Underworld had its own order. Teyvat's war was pure, unadulterated chaos without any order whatsoever.

Ye Yinzhu and Zi stood side by side.

"All music will turn into battle songs, and all beauty will be stained red with blood." Deep sorrow laced Ye Yinzhu's voice. He could not imagine how desolate a world devoid of trust and peace would be.

In Zi's golden-purple dragon eyes, flames of anger flickered. "In the name of a god, committing the acts of a demon! These Heavenly Principles are more evil than any fiend!"

Hai Long's breathing grew heavy. He thought of his desperate battles to save the Golden Land, but now he understood that their meager sacrifices were simply negligible compared to paying the price with the continent's demon gods.

Tian Hen's gaze fell upon the weapons materializing in the hands of those demon gods in the picture. Their forms varied, yet every single one emitted terrifying might.

"The end of technology is laws, while the laws themselves have become tools for slaughter. Truly... pathetic."

Above the light screen, the first drop of blood finally fell.

It did not come from some heaven-shaking, earth-shattering battle.

Instead, it was a silent betrayal.

Outside the shrine of Heulia, the Salt Demon God, countless fleeing subjects had gathered. They prayed for the goddess's protection, even though they knew their god was so weak.