Sacrifice to Heaven with Blood, Slaughter All Evil!

Become a god?

She stared blankly at Li Changqing, her mind completely empty.

Across the entire Douluo Continent, who did not know that becoming a god was nearly impossible?

The last people to become gods had been the Shrek Seven Monsters led by Tang San, along with two from Spirit Hall, ten thousand years ago.

Since then, ten thousand years had passed, yet no one had ever been heard of stepping into the divine realm again.

Become a god?

What kind of solution was that?

Ye Guyi's expression shifted from grief to anger.

She glared at Li Changqing and said irritably, "What kind of solution is that? Are you making fun of me? Become a god? No one on the entire continent has become a god for who knows how many years! Do you really think you can become a god?"

Faced with her questioning, Li Changqing did not get angry. Instead, he smiled.

"Everyone needs a dream and something to hope for, don't they?"

He spread his hands and said lightly, "What if we succeed in the end?"

He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and looked toward the deep night sky in the distance. "Don't forget, weren't the first Angel God and Sea God ordinary mortals at the beginning too? I don't think I'm inferior to them."

He turned to Ye Guyi, a confident smile curling at his lips. "We all have one head and two arms. If they can do it, why can't we?"

Ye Guyi stared at him blankly.

In the firelight, the youth's face appeared exceptionally resolute, while an indescribable light gleamed in his black eyes.

It was not arrogance, but an innate certainty and calmness.

She suddenly felt that this youth before her might truly be different from ordinary people.

"...Madman." She lowered her head and muttered softly, but did not argue any further.

Because deep in her heart, a faint sliver of hope had begun to sprout.

If...

If it really were possible?

Then wouldn't her mother be able to come back to life?

Li Changqing did not care about her assessment. He simply sat back down and added several sticks of firewood to the bonfire.

Sometimes, hope was important. It gave a person the spirit to keep living in this world.

Even if that hope was very slim.

As long as it was possible, it counted as hope.

"Get some rest."

He said, "Tomorrow, we'll bury your mother."

The next morning.

The sky at the horizon had begun to pale, and morning light filtered through sparse leaves, scattering mottled shadows across the ground.

Li Changqing slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.

After a night of meditation, he had returned to peak condition.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and turned his gaze toward Ye Guyi beside him.

She had not slept all night.

She had simply sat there silently, holding her mother's gradually cooling body in her arms, her eyes hollow and numb, like a statue without a soul.

Li Changqing watched her in silence for a moment before saying, "Come on. It's time for us to leave."

As if startled awake, Ye Guyi's body trembled slightly.

She said nothing. She merely rose quietly, carefully carried her mother's body onto her back, and roughly secured it with the torn hem of her dress.

The two of them, one after the other, left the devastated woodland.

After walking for roughly an hour, a village appeared ahead.

From afar, no cooking smoke rose, no chickens crowed or dogs barked. It was deathly silent.

As they drew closer, the scene before them became even more horrifying.

More than half the houses had collapsed. The walls were covered in charred marks, while dried bloodstains and scattered scraps of clothing lay everywhere on the ground.

A faint smell of blood and evil aura still lingered in the air. Clearly, the attack had not happened long ago.

Li Changqing frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the area as he identified their location.

If he was not mistaken, this should have been the village where Ye Guyi and her mother had first been ambushed.

The evil soul masters had used an attack on the village as bait to lure them here to help, then laid a trap.

The two stepped into the village, their footsteps exceptionally clear on the empty streets.

Before long, some surviving villagers crawled out from the ruins and gathered around them in small groups.

Their clothes were ragged, and their faces were full of fear.

But once they clearly saw who had come, that fear quickly transformed into another emotion.

"It's you! That little girl from yesterday!"

A fleshy-faced middle-aged woman was the first to speak, her voice shrill and piercing. "Why did only you come back? Where's my husband? Did you go after the evil soul masters?"

"Yeah, where's my son? Why hasn't he come back?"

"My husband hasn't returned either! Where did he go?"

More and more villagers crowded around them, questioning them all at once. Their voices grew louder and their tones increasingly hostile.

With her mother's body on her back, Ye Guyi was surrounded in the middle, a trace of guilt and pain appearing on her face.

She lowered her head and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry... I couldn't save them."

That sentence was like lighting a powder keg.

"Couldn't save them? What do you mean, you couldn't save them?"

"So you're the only one who came back alive? They all died?"

"Aren't you supposed to have a Sacred Angel Martial Spirit? Aren't you supposed to be powerful? How could you not even protect a few people?"

"I think you never intended to save anyone at all! You only cared about running for your own life!"

Questions, accusations, and curses surged in like a tidal wave.

Ye Guyi abruptly raised her head, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to tell them what price she and her mother had paid to save those people.

But when the words reached her lips, she could not say them.

Facing those angry, twisted faces, she felt a deep sense of helplessness.

Seeing that she offered no response, the villagers became even more convinced that their guesses were correct, and their insults grew increasingly vicious.

"What are you and your mother pretending to be, good people? You talked about upholding justice, but what happened in the end? You only brought back a corpse?"

"Exactly! If you were really capable, why didn't you kill all the evil soul masters? So many of us died because of you!"

"I think they deliberately used us as bait just to make a name for themselves!"

Upon hearing those words, Ye Guyi's eyes instantly reddened.

Biting her lip, she said in a trembling voice, "How... how can you say that? My mother died to save you! It's one thing if you aren't grateful, but how can you still blame me?"

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

But then, a thin middle-aged man sneered and said mockingly, "Did we ask you to save us? You came on your own. What does that have to do with us?"

"Exactly!"

Another woman echoed, "Since you were going to save us, why didn't you save everyone? This is your mother and daughter's fault!"

"Why didn't you die with them and go down there to keep them company?"

That final sentence was like a sharp blade stabbing viciously into Ye Guyi's heart.

Her entire body froze. Her lips moved several times, yet she could not utter a single word.

Yes...

Why had she not died?

If she had died too, would she not have had to face all this?

She lowered her head, tears silently streaming down her cheeks and dripping into the dust at her feet.

Li Changqing stood to the side, watching everything coldly.

He had not spoken all this time. He merely watched the villagers' ugly performance and watched Ye Guyi become helpless under their siege.

At last, he stepped forward and stood in front of Ye Guyi.

"Next, I'll teach you your first lesson."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every person's ears. "How to deal with something like this."

Ye Guyi raised her head, tears blurring her vision as she looked at the not particularly tall figure before her, her eyes full of confusion.

Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Li Changqing stretched out his right hand and seized the throat of the middle-aged man leading the mockery!

"Y-you... what are you doing?!"

Caught off guard, the middle-aged man could not breathe. He desperately slapped at Li Changqing's arm with both hands while his feet kicked wildly.

Li Changqing looked at him expressionlessly, his voice cold. "What the hell are you people? What gives you the right to accuse her? If she and her mother hadn't fought desperately, would you useless trash still be alive to stand here and bark?"

As his words fell, his eyes narrowed.

Crack—

A crisp sound of snapping bone rang out.

The middle-aged man's neck twisted at a bizarre angle. His struggling stopped abruptly, and his eyes rapidly lost focus.

Li Changqing casually flicked his hand, tossing the corpse to the ground as though throwing away trash.

The entire area fell deathly silent.

Everyone stood frozen, their eyes wide as they stared in disbelief at the corpse on the ground, then at the youth whose expression had not changed.

They had clearly never expected Li Changqing to actually kill someone.

And he had done so decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into even fiercer rage.

"Murder! He murdered someone!"

"You demon! Butcher! You'll go to hell!"

"Everyone, get him! Avenge Old Liu!"

The villagers were filled with righteous indignation. Grabbing farming tools and stones from nearby, they prepared to rush forward.

But Li Changqing smiled.

His smile was faint, yet it carried a chill that made people shudder.

"Whether I'll go to hell, I don't know."

He spoke slowly, his gaze sweeping over every person present. "But I do know that none of you will remain alive in this world."

Before his words had even finished, he raised his hand and waved.

Several brilliant golden rays shot from his fingertips. As if they had eyes, they precisely pierced the brows of every clamoring villager.

Thud, thud, thud—

Bodies fell one after another, blood quickly staining the earth beneath their feet red.

In only a few breaths, the once-noisy village entrance had become completely silent.

Li Changqing withdrew his hand and brushed at nonexistent dust on his sleeve, his tone indifferent. "A bunch of evil soul masters, yet you dared disguise yourselves as villagers. You truly deserved to die."

Behind him came Ye Guyi's trembling voice. "Y-you actually killed civilians?"

Li Changqing turned around and looked at her face, filled with shock and fear, then raised an eyebrow. "What civilians? Weren't they evil soul masters?"

"How are they evil soul masters?"

Ye Guyi nearly shouted, her voice full of anger and confusion. "They were clearly ordinary civilians! Why did you kill them? Even if they insulted me, their crimes didn't deserve death!"

Seeing how agitated she was, Li Changqing calmly asked in return, "Silly girl, whether someone is an evil soul master isn't determined by their Martial Spirit, but by their actions."

He took two steps forward and looked down at Ye Guyi. "Let me ask you. A soul master with an evil Martial Spirit who has never done anything bad, and an unarmed civilian who has committed countless evil deeds—which one deserves to die more?"

Ye Guyi opened her mouth, only to find that she could not answer.

Seeing her silence, Li Changqing snorted and continued, "In my eyes, these people were no different from evil soul masters. They were even more disgusting. They didn't dare resist real evildoers, yet they dared to hurl abuse at someone who had helped them, even wishing for her death. What use was there in keeping people like that alive?"

He turned around and looked into the distance, his voice becoming low and resolute. "In these chaotic times, bloodshed is inevitable. If you want to survive in this world, the best way is to kill."

"Sacrifice to Heaven with blood, slaughter all evil."

The morning wind blew past, carrying dust from the ground and the stench of blood.

Ye Guyi stood where she was, staring at the corpses scattered across the ground, then at the youth's back ahead of her. Turbulent waves rose in her heart.

For the first time, she realized that this world was far more complicated than she had imagined.

And the youth before her was far more terrifying than she had imagined.