“Unfortunately, I have no interest in an old monster like you.” Feng Qingyou chuckled. “A shame. This poor Taoist was going to let you live.” The white-robed figure, a.k.a White Robe Demon Master’s Good Body shook his head. When he gently waved his Universal Benevolence, space collapsed, and a storm gathered. Universal Benevolence might just be a whisk—it was only two-third of a meter long and 150 grams heavy—but it was also the condensation of a million living beings’ power of wishes and gratitude. Because of this, one might say that it held the power of one million living beings in it. This innocuous-looking swing really contained the strength of a million people as well. Feng Qingyou knew this but did not dodge out of the way. On the contrary, she took a step forward and launched a palm strike. Wind blew wildly when the palm thrust forward. It seemed strong enough to shake the stars off the sky. The next moment, starlight flashed from her palm, and stars began falling earnestly toward the Good Body. Heaven and earth shook between the two powers. Like a broom, Universal Benevolence shattered the stars and extinguished the starlight. After wiping out thousands and thousands of stars, it made contact with Feng Qingyou’s palm. If she was anyone else, the power of one million people might have powderized them. However, Feng Qingyou was merely pushed back and seemingly unharmed. As she moved backward, the space behind her abruptly shattered to pieces and created many ripples. Something strange happened then. Feng Qingyou was obviously moving backward, and yet the distance between her and the Good Body was growing shorter and shorter. The name of the move sounded ordinary, but it was really a miraculous Magia. At the adept level, one could reverse space itself. Forward was backward, backward was forward. Up was down, down was up. It was quite magical. The Good Body let out a hum of astonishment before swinging the Universal Benevolence forward. The ends of the whisk spread wide until it became as large as a net. The net was ready, and all it was waiting for was the fish. It went without saying that Feng Qingyou was the fish. Feng Qingyou paid it no heed though. A net could catch a fish, but she was a god. How could a net hope to restrain a god? Inside the net, demonic-looking fire abruptly burst out of Feng Qingyou’s person. At the same time, a god wearing a crown and treading on the Nether River was born from the flames. Mirages burst into existence, and the eternal air of Dao permeated the air. A god was born, and the world was celebrating it! The god took a step forward, and the Nether River beneath his feet turned real and swelled thousands of thousands of kilometers in an instant. The weak divine fire surrounding his person rapidly grew redder and stronger, and its bloodthirst threatened the cosmos. In an instant, the net weaved by Universal Benevolence was burned into ash. The Good Body himself was flooded by the Nether River. However, countless rays of light rapidly breached the waters of the Nether River. The Good Body swung his whisk, and the Nether River was shattered to pieces. “The Rakshasa God King?” The Good Body exploded with rage after shattering the Nether River, “You refined the Rakshasa God Blood?” “How dare you!” The Rakshasa God Blood was no ordinary object. It wasn’t something that could be refined or absorbed immediately. No one could refine it in a matter of months. Not him, not the thief who stole it. Or so White Robe Demon Master thought. It wasn’t like his beliefs were unfounded. It was the blood of the ancient Rakshasa God King after all. It contained boundless power and could not possibly be refined in a short time. That was why he was confident that he could still reclaim the Rakshasa God Blood. But reality was a cruel mistress. Not only did Feng Qingyou manage to refine the Rakshasa God Blood, she was able to utilize some of its power. Sure, it wasn’t a complete refinement and absorption, but this meant that his prized treasure was partially ruined. Even if he could reclaim the Rakshasa God Blood in the end, it wouldn’t be as potent as it was before. That was why he was as shocked as he was furious. “Why wouldn’t I dare?” Wreathed in Rakshasa divine flames, Feng Qingyou looked like a solemn god right now. “I dared to take the Rakshasa God Blood. Of course I would dare to refine it as well.” “You deserve death!” The Good Body might be the good part of White Robe Demon Master, but even he could not hold back his rage right now. He swung the Universal Benevolence hard with a savage snarl on his face. A million silhouettes took form amidst the clear rays. They were praying, kowtowing, or expressing their gratitude. Boundless karma also equaled boundless power sometimes. “You do not get to decide that.” In the fire, the Rakshasa God King charged toward the river of karma and dyed the clear lights red in an instant. A million silhouettes screamed in pain and misery before crumbling to ash. That said, the Rakshasa God King was also staggered by the power of the Universal Benevolence. Its divine light was much weaker than before. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel(ꜰ)ire.net The next moment, Feng Qingyou’s aura abruptly grew much stronger. The mirage of a million realms appeared around her. After the divine flames surrounding the Rakshasa God King regained its brightness and intensity, the Rakshasa God King grabbed the Nether River underneath its feet and swung it at the Good Body like a whip. In response, the Good Body swelled to the height of three hundred meters and twirled the Universal Benevolence in his hand. He stirred the starlights and created a giant whirlpool of clear light. As the whirlpool spun, a great attraction force ripped out the trees and grass, rocks and mountains. Even the ground of the star was slowly cracked and broken into pieces before being swept into the whirlpool. The Nether River the Rakshasa God King was swinging was no exception. It was dragged into the whirlpool and failed to inflict a single dot of damage to the Good Body. The Good Body did not stop even though the Nether River was devoured. More light burst out of his whisk, and the whirlpool spun faster and faster. It was increasing in both range and potency. Slowly, the ground broke layer by layer. The mountains and rivers grew as dim as shadows. The sky was warped into many contorted shapes. The sun and moon plunged toward the whirlpool. The world was big, but nothing was bigger than the whirlpool right now. Standing at the center of the whirlpool, Feng Qingyou and the Rakshasa God King seemed like puny specks of dust. They too were devoured by the whirlpool. “Like an ant can ever topple a tree! Hahahahaha!” The Good Body’s laughter resounded throughout the cosmos. “Thank you very much for your aid, Demon Master...” It was at this moment a melodious voice came from within the whirlpool. “Supreme... Primal Origin...” The grand voice of the Great Way resounded from somewhere. The grand voice could not be traced, but its effects were a different story. Clouds suddenly appeared on the darkened skies above and began gathering together at high speed. They were so many clouds that they formed a river. They were so beautiful that words could not properly describe them. Primal origin exuded five colors, and five colors gave birth to countless colors. The clouds were strange beyond description. They were chaotic like the beginning and end of everything. “Is that... the Supreme Primal Origin Unbounded Tribulation?” The Good Body’s eyes bulged at the sight of the river of clouds. “I see! No wonder you didn’t leave. I see!” His earlier puzzlement and confusion were finally resolved. He finally understood everything. He never really figured out why two Half-Sages dared to wait for him to show up and even engaged him in battle. It wasn’t because they overestimated themselves or because they were going for a do-or-die suicide attack. It wasn't because they were plotting something either. They just wanted to fight him. That was it. They wanted to hone themselves and temper their martial way by battling him. They wanted to borrow the great terror that was the threat of death to refine their mind and achieve a breakthrough. They wished to break through the natural barrier of the world and become a Sage.