Chapter 821: The Beginning of the Conferred God (5100)

The invisible and intangible flames gathered together and condensed into a ball of dark fire in An Jing’s hand. It was like unburned ashes, with golden red sparks spinning in the black smoke, and the strong smell of rust mixed with choking ozone, like a ball of materialized hatred and destruction, gathering in the palm of the young warrior.

This is the divine will of ‘Sun Wuji’. But it is not just the magic of Sun Wuji, but an invisible force and will, condensed by the existence of An Jing, the first ray of ‘hate fire’.

This blazing flame feeds on resentment and despair, burning the karma of cause and effect, and is the manifestation of the power to destroy everything indiscriminately. If the endless fire of hatred gathers into an abyss, it will be one of the boundless sources controlled by the Heavenly Dao, the source of the Heavenly Fate [Seven Evil Tribulations], [the source of all disasters and calamities].

The Tianyuan Realm has the qualifications to achieve the [Seven Evil Tribulations of Heaven’s Fate].

However, due to the different strengths of the worlds, or in other words, because the Tianyuan Realm is in a state of disrepair, Tianyuan Tiandao is unable to fully condense his own Seven Evil Tribulations by relying on his own strength.

Therefore, after obtaining An Jing, the Seven Evils from another world who came across the border to offer voluntary help, He raised the stakes in this way.

“interesting……”

An Jing looked at the palm of his hand. Teacher Guang and others, as well as Tie Shou and others, had already left. Now An Jing, Huo Qingnianquan, Gang Hai Qu Tong were riding in an armored vehicle on their way to Beihu Ze District.

As soon as the fire of hatred in his hand appeared, it attracted everyone’s attention, and the divine will of the Sun Wuji contained in it also made everyone present feel something.

“What is this?”

Nianquan felt a strong resonance at this moment. ‘Concentrating the Mind’ and ‘Invading the Soul’ were relative magical powers of destiny, and he himself had experienced the same thing, having also experienced the darkness of the Tianyuan Realm. He immediately felt the resonance of the fire of hatred with himself.

An Jing glanced at Nian Quan. He could vaguely feel that if Nian Quan accepted the divine will of ‘Sun Wuji’, the resonance rate would be around 30% to 40%.

Thirty to forty percent is definitely a lot, just like the fate and the life holder are not completely adapted to each other from the beginning. The fate will be transformed because of the life holder, and the life holder will also change because of the existence of the fate. Both parties are in a relationship of mutual achievement and mutual change.

Not to mention, Nianquan is very smart. He also knows that his mother doesn’t want him to become an evil ghost who only knows revenge, so he prepares for revenge and changes the world with a calm and determined mentality, instead of just destroying everything.

“What kind of divine will is this, so powerful?”

Huo Qing could tell that this was God’s will, but his resonance rate was much lower than Nian Quan’s – only about 10%, 13 or 14 percent.

Although he was indeed betrayed by his uncle and fell to the bottom of the safe zone, he still had his uncle who took care of him. Later, he met An Jing. It cannot be said that he did not have “hatred for this world” in his heart, but it was more of a kind of pride and expectation, rather than a desire to destroy everything.

[Very dangerous power]

Unlike the curious Nianquan and Huo Qing, Gang Hai, as a 100% immortal monk, was more aware of the Hate Fire. This veteran mercenary who had experienced many battles had a 30% resonance rate with the Hate Fire, but he still subconsciously took a step back: [I have… seen this power before? ]

“Seen?”

An Jing looked at Gang Hai, and Gang Hai nodded slightly: “Deep in the wilderness, in the ancient Dao Court ruins, there is an ancient former spiritual network server array that has not been completely damaged. It contains many top-secret technologies from the ancient times, and even the inheritance of immortals and gods.”

“But likewise, there are many terrifying wills among them. It is said that they are the spirits of the damaged spiritual network array in the past. Some of them are crazy, some have good intentions, but the vast majority have completely lost their past memories and personalities.”

“Among these wills, some are extremely malicious and seem to have similar powers. Even cultivators will go crazy or even… become possessed by demons if they come into contact with them!”

“So that’s how it is.” An Jing thought thoughtfully. The fire of hatred itself is not rare. A large amount of malice and despair can be condensed into it. There are even related means of utilization and shaping in the magic way. However, there is still a difference between the wrath of heaven and the wrath of man. Those ancient malicious array spirits may be the integration of the desperate will of the monks who died in the spiritual network during the huge era of magic calamity.

If Tian Yuan really wants to create his own source of catastrophe from scratch, then these natural “aggregates of hatred” may be very critical energy reserves.

And finally, there is Qu Tong.

Qu Tong did not say anything. He just stared blankly at the fire of hatred in front of him. He had no expectations or yearnings. His eyes were reflecting the black smoke and the red-gold flames. That dark, hopeless color was exactly the same as his eyes.

Resonance rate: 75%.

“Ouch.”

An Jing understood immediately after taking a look: “Sure enough, it’s you.”

Huo Qing lives in poverty and has no hope, but as long as he is not blamed by others, he will not die. He is at the bottom of this world.

Nianquan’s mother died as a result of a group’s conspiracy. Although he was talented, he was suppressed to the bottom of Xuanye City and was a victim of the world and the country.

Steel Skeleton’s past might be very painful, so he chose the Guiyi Army. He undoubtedly hates and wants to change the world, but his desire for destruction is not complete.

So each of these three people has the adaptability of Taiyang Wuji, but none of them is as good as Qu Tong, who has long been in complete despair, has completely lost everything, has no place to go, no future or hope, and his wife and daughter are all dead.

This is probably roughly the same background as the original [Seven Evil Tribulations].

“Want it?”

An Jing Road.

When Qu Tong noticed An Jing’s gaze and realized that An Jing was referring to him, he pointed at himself in surprise: “Me?”

“Yes.”

An Jing turned his head and looked at Qu Tong. “You have good talent. To be honest, if you were not restricted by the company, you would have been able to build your foundation a long time ago. You could even try the Purple Palace. For a cultivator who has not been trained since childhood and only started practicing halfway, you have great potential.”

“The will of the Feng family’s real person descended upon you, yet you were able to resist and even briefly tried to expel him. This kind of willpower proves that your soul is quite strong… If it weren’t strong, I’m afraid you would have chosen to commit suicide long ago.”

“So, it’s perfect for you to be the test subject of this power.”

An Jing didn’t try to induce me. He spoke directly and honestly: “As you can see, this is a power that comes at a price. It takes time and even the burning of one’s own soul to grow. I may not have the time to hold on to it all the time, but if it were you, I think you wouldn’t be so easily devoured by it.”

“How about it, Qu Tong, you need strength, do you want to try it?”

Qu Tong didn’t say anything.

He just stretched out his hand, firmly, quickly, without the slightest hesitation.

So An Jing handed this divine will over to him.

Handed it over to the man in front of him with fire in his eyes.

“I……”

The moment he chose to accept this divine will, Qu Tong curled up in pain.

It’s not physical pain, but a kind of mental distortion.

The human heart is soft and has the ability to empathize.

Therefore, even those who have both parents and are happy will be touched when they see a mother who has lost her husband giving up everything, devoting all her efforts, and paying any price to raise her children into successful people.

Therefore, when you see this child, who holds all his mother’s hopes, being bullied by uneducated bullies at school, when you see this child not getting help from his teachers because he has no money, when you see the influence of the entire environment making him choose to take drugs little by little to speed up his studies, and to take out loans to buy the Ning Xin Talisman to maintain his practice, when you see him walking step by step towards the abyss of self-destruction and choosing to end his life, even those who have never experienced bullying and have never been rejected for help will subconsciously feel their hearts tighten.

But this kind of touch was just a chance, a chance of a chance that Qu Tong felt at this moment.

In the ancient past, when cultivators were not yet restricted, accomplished cultivators would come to the city that revered them simply because they thought it was fun. They would cut people up one by one, arrange the skulls into towers, and let the blood form rivers. Even if they ran away, it was meaningless as they would only be caught and carved again to become toys.

In the war years, the army cut up the people and shared their food because of the need, and even developed many cooking methods. Even if it is not necessary, this custom still circulates.

In the age of demonic calamity, demonic soldiers swept across the world. When demon-possessed cultivators walked through towns, a once peaceful city would turn into a sea of ​​fire. Countless corpses that were burned into black dry bones maintained their postures in life before being turned into ashes by a gust of wind.

On one side of the war, in the settlement in the rear, the woman’s father, husband and children left their homes one by one. She had five children, and each one of them left her and each one never returned. Every memory, every moment hurt her heart. Vehicles carrying the wounded and corpses drove past the road, and she was waiting by the roadside, just wanting to get some definite news.

She did not receive a response until her death. She did not know whether it was despair or resentment. She stared at the existence that created the “war” and took away everything from her. After her true spirit left, it turned into tiny black sparks, floating between heaven and earth.

History is upside down and confused, sometimes it is the past, sometimes it is the present.

In disasters, diseases, wars and chaos. Because of the devil, or because there was no devil. Maybe the devil was not important at all. In the history of only humans, people continued to die, just like weeds, being harvested, tortured, and killed.

Oppression, tyranny, hatred.

The chaotic thoughts almost overwhelmed Qu Tong’s mind at this moment. He could not tell who he hated and what he hated.

There are mortals who are against those cultivators who are unscrupulous, tyrannical and destroy everything after gaining power; there are cultivators who give everything to maintain order and protect all living beings and those cultivators who are possessed by demons and surrender.

The cultivators who fought hard on the front line were repeatedly checked by the mortals in the rear who were afraid of their power, which eventually led to the destruction of the defense line and all their sacrifices were in vain; ordinary people who gave and contributed everything, including their own lives and even their children’s lives, found that their blood, sweat and children were squandered and thrown aside as uncared garbage and cannon fodder.

The stance of hatred is never the same.

The only thing I can understand…

It is [destruction].

Only fairness and without distinction, whether it is cultivators or mortals, demons or humans, the heaven and earth or all living beings, all turned into ashes, is the only appeal of this endless hatred.

——Why can you not feel pain?
Qu Tong raised his head and looked at An Jing in disbelief.

Just this little bit of divine will was enough to make him feel a burning pain in his heart, and he felt like he was about to be driven crazy. He had an urge to destroy everything, destroy this world, destroy all the despair and pain, and return everything to nothingness.

But why? As the source, An Jing can bear and gather without changing his expression?

An Jing just looked at the other person calmly.

Of course he felt it.

But he was determined in his goal.

Rather than anger and hatred.

Hatred comes from the despair of being unable to change, and anger comes from the self-blame of being powerless. With the help of these dark curses, An Jing can see his goal clearly. He will not be confused, nor will he think that he cannot change, and naturally he will not feel powerless.

“Try to shape and master this power, rather than being overwhelmed by it.”

An Jingdao guided Qu Tong’s thinking: “Think about how to solve these problems, so that the soil of hatred will no longer exist, and all the hatred will no longer have fuel. In this way, it can be used by you.”

This is what An Jing had thought about, how to deal with the endless power of the ‘Source of the Great Catastrophe’.

Do not be swayed by the will within, but accept these forces, and then use these forces as pressure to forge your own “purpose” more resilient.

Just as there is death because there is life, there is justice because there is power, and there is an eternal future because of a moment, many seemingly opposite concepts are actually complementary to each other – a destructive explosion can also serve as an engine, and the pressure that crushes everything can also forge the strongest armor.

The endless hatred, rage and destruction of the Seven Evils are actually the greatest driving force for creating the future, hope, and a new world.

Of course, this is just An Jing’s guess.

Qu Tong is his experimental subject.

But An Jing did not force him, and Qu Tong was willing.

“I…will try!”

Qu Tong gritted his teeth. An Jing stared at him. He saw that in Qu Tong’s body, the golden Sun Wuji divine will was spreading, and the dark flames were burning, wrapping his body – a form similar to An Jing’s Sun Wuji began to spread on Qu Tong’s body, and then condensed into a large cocoon with a black background and gold patterns.

Inside the cocoon, Qu Tong seemed to be wearing a suit of armor.

A powerful aura began to emerge.

[Eh, this power]

At this moment, even Xi Tianjun emerged from An Jing’s body, cutting off this aura from the outside world, and asked in surprise: [This is the ‘divine way’ – An Jing, is this the power of destiny? ]

[You actually created an ‘evil god’ with your bare hands! ]

“Shinto?”

An Jing was also a little surprised, but soon, after thinking about it, he reacted: “Indeed – if you must say, what is the difference between the way of fate itself and the way of heaven to confer gods?”

“The so-called divine destiny is called ‘divine destiny’, isn’t it because it is indeed the power of deification?”

[Not really. There is a slight difference between fate and Shinto. Shinto is complete power, while fate is just the seed of God’s will.]

Xi Tianjun shook his head slightly, and looked at Qu Tong in surprise: [Perhaps the world is different. Although there is destiny in this Tianyuan world, it is not perfect. The divine will you just bestowed is not destiny, but it is blessed by the power of heaven, and you have canonized such a small god.]

[However, his position as a god depends entirely on you. As long as you take back your divine will, he will no longer be the evil god that gathers the fire of hatred, but will still be just a mortal.]

[Even in this process, part of his condensed power will be refined and returned to heaven and earth, and even to you.]

Having said that, Lord Xitian stroked his beard and said, “Our Mingjing Sect’s ancestors can be traced back to the Imperial Divine Court. Although we haven’t used this Shinto method for a long time, we still know a thing or two. Although this method of yours is favored by heaven and blessed by destiny, it is indeed somewhat similar to the ‘Taiyi Imperial Divine Ceremony’ that our ancestor practiced.”

“Well, I’m not too sure about Taifeng God. If you really want to tell me… it is somewhat similar to the Celestial Official who bestows ordination.”

An Jing took a look at the large cocoon that Qu Tong had turned into, and quickly found a more similar system – the Dachen’s ordained celestial officials. Although An Jing was not very familiar with it, there were records from various parties. He knew that many celestial officials could practice after being ordained, but as long as they were removed from the list, the power they had cultivated would be taken away. This is also the process of Dachen’s celestial official system constantly reaping and becoming stronger.

At the same time, this is also very similar to the fate of Heaven’s Reaper.

With that said, An Jing also understood why he got a label related to [Spirit-Enriching Shinto] in the Faraway Heaven… It seems that not only did the founder of his own Mingjing Sect practice Shinto in the past, but Dachen also truly inherited the essence of the Yushen Palace.

On the other side, Nian Quan and Huo Qing had long been accustomed to An Jing using new magical powers from time to time, and they were not surprised.

But on the other side, Steel Skeleton had a blank expression on his face, but his chip was filled with horror.

[This method… As expected, it is the “Conferred God”?! But how is this possible? ]

[Isn’t the List of the Gods… in the hands of the general?! ]

at the same time.

In the distance, the Shouyang Mountain Cave Heaven.

A giant god’s shadow, looming in the distance, quietly emerged from the sky and earth. His face was blurry, but he stood tall and proud. The entire Shouyang Mountain Cave Heaven, and even the Xishan City, which was three times more magnificent than the Xuanye City, seemed to be in his hands.

All things bow in worship, all living beings bow their heads; all spirits are in my palm, heaven and earth are subdued.

He slightly opened his eyes and looked towards the wilderness of Xuanye City.

[People from another world…Visitors from my hometown]

The giant god’s shadow pondered for a moment, counted with his fingers, then nodded slightly and returned to nothingness.

After thousands and tens of thousands of years of silence, the stagnant and rusty bronze gears twisted, and the wheel of cause and effect began to spin.

The fire of catastrophe has already been lit, even if it is only the faintest spark…

But, there will be a moment when the prairie fire spreads.

(End of this chapter)