Evil Spirit

Cultivation world.

Amid the swirling snow and biting wind, thousands of figures sat cross-legged in a circle. Their cheeks had been frozen red by the cold, yet their gazes remained resolutely fixed on Qin Hun, who stood at the center of the crowd.

As Qin Hun explained, they circulated their cultivation techniques, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and guiding it through their meridians along the paths described by the technique.

Today was Qin Hun's twenty-eighth day in the cultivation world.

Looking at the soldiers' determined faces, Qin Hun sighed inwardly. He had originally intended to drive these soldiers away through high-intensity training and make them leave on their own.

Yet the soldiers' persistence had exceeded his expectations. No matter how harsh the training requirements were, they endured them all. Even when they were exhausted to the point of coughing up blood, they never gave up.

Wang Long in particular had completed every one of his training requirements despite having lost his left arm.

Qin Hun had once found it difficult to understand what meaning there was in their persistence, or what drove them to keep pushing themselves.

But Qin Hun understood now.

He had become their faith. Before he appeared, these soldiers had fought demon servants with the conviction that they would die, seeking revenge for their families, lovers, and children. They had cast aside life and death, never considering that there might be a way out.

But his appearance had changed the fate in which they were meant to die, and he had avenged their blood-deep hatred.

At that moment, he had become like a god in their hearts.

Having survived, they were then left lost about the future. They no longer had homes, so following him became their only source of hope.

Even knowing