Allies Turn to Mortal Enemies in an Instant, Guizhong's Tenderness Becomes Original Sin, Demon Gods Slaughter Each Other for Seven Divine Positions!

A goddess who once wove illusions to bring sweet dreams to her subjects now stood at the border of her own kingdom, gazing at the neighboring land. The master of that land had once been her closest friend. Now, that land was the "nourishment" she must devour to survive.

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

"For my subjects, I must claim the final victory."

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

Similar words echoed across every corner of Teyvat. The former tenderness was utterly torn apart. What lay bare before everyone was the naked law of the jungle.

Seven seats meant only seven victors.

And on the Teyvat Continent, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of named Demon Gods.

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

"Crazy, they're all crazy!" Xu Sanshi couldn't help but growl, his Black Tortoise Shell Shield instinctively manifesting before him as if to block the malice rushing toward them. "All for some nonsensical Divine Decree? Thousands of years of friendship, just thrown away like that?"

"This isn't madness, Sanshi." Bei Bei's voice was heavy. As the senior disciple of the Tang Sect, he saw problems from a deeper angle. "This is fear. When death becomes the only endpoint, and the sole way to survive is to kill others, any morality and emotion becomes fragile."

He Caitou pushed his cigar but didn't light it. "From another angle, this is the most efficient 'resource integration.' All scattered power, through mutual devouring, ultimately converges into the seven strongest individuals. The method is brutal, but the goal... is terrifyingly clear."

His words sent another chill through the group.

"B-but Goddess Guizhong and Goddess Heulia..." Xiao Xiao's tears welled up again. "They're so gentle. They don't want to fight at all!"

Tang Ya gently hugged her, her own body trembling slightly. "In rules like these, gentleness is the original sin."

No one is born a tyrant, but the rules force you to pick up the butcher's knife.

Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Eye flickered. What he saw was no longer simple images, but the dense, unyielding negative emotions hanging over the entire Teyvat World.

Resentment, greed, fear, murderous intent... Countless black-red auras surged skyward, dyeing the world's heavens in an ominous blood red.

"The 'emotions' of an entire world have been detonated in this moment." Rong Nianbing's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of his chair. As the God of Emotion, he could clearly sense the madness sweeping heaven and earth. "The Heavenly Principles aren't selecting the strong. They're creating monsters. Using the most extreme emotions to feed and raise seven of the coldest, most powerful 'Gods.'"

"Monsters is an understatement." Zhou Weiqing let out two cold laughs, but there was none of his usual roguishness in them—only bone-deep chill. "This is raising Gu. Throw thousands of venomous insects into a jar, let them slaughter each other, and the last one standing is the Gu King. These Demon Gods are those insects."

His metaphor was crude, yet painfully precise.

Dai Hao's fists were clenched. As the former White Tiger Duke, he had spent his life in war, but even the bloodiest national battles seemed gentle compared to this.

"Armies clash and still have military law, still have a bottom line. But this war... has no bottom line. The loser's fate isn't just death—it's total annihilation, their very existence erased along with them."

Emperor Xueye let out a long sigh. This elder had spent his life weighing pros and cons, maintaining the stability of his empire. Watching the Demon Gods on the screen who acted in the name of "protection" while annexing others, he seemed to see himself.

"The art of an emperor's heart most abhors womanish kindness. This 'Heavenly Principles' has taken that to the extreme. They don't even need to act themselves—just issue a single rule, and the entire world operates according to their will. That is the most terrifying form of 'rule.'"

Ning Rongrong's face was somewhat pale.

She came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, excelling at alliances and leveraging minimal cost for maximum gain.

But under the Heavenly Principles' rules, any alliance was meaningless.

Because there were only seven seats.

Allies would eventually become enemies.

"No trust, no cooperation, only endless suspicion and betrayal." Ning Tian picked up where his aunt left off. As the new sect master, he instantly grasped the core of this war. "This is a hopeless deadlock. The stronger you are, the more you become a target. The weaker you are, the more you become the priority 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 that was the compassion a god should have. But looking at it now, those words are far too ironic."

Beside him, Lei Xiang, once an evil mage, now showed an expression of agreement. "So-called 'love' is nothing but the pity the strong show the weak. When the weak have the potential to threaten the strong, or when the weak lose their value, that 'love' instantly becomes the sharpest butcher's knife."

A'Dai, or rather Mandun, watched in silence. He had once been the King of the Underworld, accustomed to life and death. But even the underworld had its own order. This war in Teyvat was pure chaos, with no order whatsoever.

Ye Yinzhu and Zi stood side by side.

"All music will become war songs. All beauty will be stained with blood." Ye Yinzhu's voice carried deep sorrow. He couldn't imagine a world without trust and peace—how desolate it would be.

In Zi's purple-gold dragon eyes, flames of anger flickered. "In the name of gods, doing the work of demons! This Heavenly Principles is more evil than any devil!"

Hai Long's breathing grew heavy. He thought of his own desperate battle to save the Golden Land. But now he understood—their sacrifices were utterly insignificant compared to the price paid by the gods of an entire continent.

Tian Hen's gaze fell on the weapons materializing in the hands of the Demon Gods on the screen. They varied in form, but all radiated terrifying power.

"The end of technique is law. And law itself has become a tool for slaughter. How... pathetic."

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

It didn't come from some earth-shattering battle.

But from a silent betrayal.

Outside the temple of the Salt Demon God Heulia, countless fleeing subjects had gathered. They begged for their goddess's protection, even knowing their god was so weak.