You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

[The will of the abyss and the will of hell detected this anomaly of the rule-based killing of gods immediately, and thus launched a divine war without hesitation.]

[The effects of the Rule-Based God of Slaughter's millennia-long, frenzied weakening and slaughter of the gods of the spirit realm have reached their theoretical peak.]

The will of the spirit realm is restrained by the combined forces of the abyss and hell, rendering it unable to move.

[The power of its true gods has long since plummeted to an all-time low due to the relentless hunting by the God of Slaughter.]

At this moment, the spirit world is like a colossal cosmic beast, drained of its blood and stripped of its teeth, lying weakly limp on a chopping board.

With such succulent prey delivered right to our mouths, how could we not tear off a large chunk of flesh and blood, worthy of the names of the Abyss and Hell?

Even at this once-in-a-lifetime moment, a rare flicker of almost appreciation arose within the cold and ruthless core logic of the Abyss's will.

[The God of Rules, a true descendant of the loyal and righteous.]

Just as He once admired the Red Heart Society, He now admires the Rule-Based Killing God.

Or rather, compared to the Red Heart Society, He would prefer the God of Rule-Based Slaughter to join His ranks.

After all, the Red Heart Society was too sinister, and its founder was even more sinister.

However, it's different when it comes to killing gods according to the rules.

[A powerful fighting force, a personality that is willing to sacrifice everything to disrupt the spirit world.]

Most importantly, the other party can actually do it.

[Single-handedly, he turned the already severely damaged spirit realm upside down, causing panic among the gods and greatly depleting its vitality.]

From any perspective, this device is incredibly useful!

Such a useful weapon of destruction would be a great waste if it were to simply vanish into dust.

[Thus, an almost benevolent thought took shape in the mind of the will of the abyss.]

Perhaps, a trace of pure abyssal primordial power could be extracted to modify and repair the collapsing divine body and dissipating soul of the God of Laws?

[This is not a brutal act of devouring or enslaving, but rather a process of repairing its crumbling divine source, stabilizing its violently trembling divine core, and restoring it from the brink of annihilation.]

Of course, as a price, the depths of the God of Laws' divine essence will be branded with the mark of the Abyss, forever placing him under the order of the Abyss.

From the perspective of the Abyss's will, these were already unprecedentedly generous terms.

[It did not forcibly erase its independent will, nor did it embed absolute control shackles into its true spirit core; it merely granted it a special identity within the abyss sequence, enjoying relatively independent authority.]

If those demon gods who had fought for billions of years in the Abyss to gain even a small position knew about these conditions, their jealousy would probably burn down entire star systems.

After all, the terrifying combat power of the Rule-Breaking God, standing at the pinnacle of true gods in the universe, truly deserves the Abyss to break with convention and grant him this privilege of freedom.

However, when the will of the abyss transmitted this seemingly benevolent proposal across countless worlds to the depths of the consciousness of the God of Slaughter, who was currently unleashing a mad storm at the core of the Spirit Realm, the response it received was a resounding rejection.

[Within the soul of the God of Rule-Based Slaughter, flickering like a candle in the wind, emanated only a deep-seated will, like the weary light of a star before its extinguishing.]

He's too tired!

From the moment his parents and family were wiped out, from the moment his comrades-in-arms turned into stardust in each desperate charge, he began to feel pain.

Endless guilt and profound sorrow gnawed at the very core of his being like billions of soul-devouring worms.

Before ascending to godhood, he naively fantasized that perhaps by igniting the divine fire and raising the divine throne, he could wield the supreme power to reverse life and death and resurrect his loved ones.

After becoming the God of Slaughter, he pinned his slim hopes on going further and climbing to even greater heights on the path of the God of Slaughter.

But now, he stands at the pinnacle of the true gods of the universe, with no path forward.

He could clearly sense the limits of his own power—a destructive force powerful enough to shake galaxies and terrify the gods—yet it still couldn't penetrate the mists of the river of time.

Furthermore, it is impossible to retrieve even a wisp of the lingering spirit of a loved one or comrade-in-arms, whose soul has long since vanished, from that eternal, desolate void.

Over the years, he has always considered the bigger picture.

Occasionally, he also wanted to think about himself.

From the purest, most selfish perspective, what use is power that can destroy the world and slaughter gods like grass, yet cannot even save the person you most want to protect?

In countless brutal battles where blood was spilled on star-like surfaces, lives were exchanged for wounds, and the line between life and death teetered on the brink of death, he silently repeated this phrase to himself more than once.

Dying in battle like this seems like a kind of relief, a kind of final destination.

His entire life had been dedicated, without reservation, to the ideals and torch of the Red Heart Society.

If reincarnation truly exists, he only wishes to be born into an ordinary yet warm family, growing up innocently in the embrace of love and peace, far removed from this absolutely tragic life soaked in blood and tears, filled with loss and despair.

He really, really didn't want to experience that fate again!

Perhaps he was born more suited to be a being dominated by the power of faith or divine authority, allowing cold divinity to completely overwhelm mortal pain and sorrow, transforming him into a ruthless war machine. But in this world, there are no "what ifs."

There's no going back in this world!

As for now?

As long as he hasn't completely collapsed, as long as there's still a sliver of ignitable power remaining in this broken divine body, he will squeeze out every last bit of that light and heat.

For the Red Heart Society!

For the burning flame of his heart, which carried the hopes of all the departed!

Clear out that final obstacle!

[In the year 10425 of the Extraordinary Calendar, the Spirit Realm God System suffered its most devastating and darkest blow since its inception.]

[The God of Rules, the final swan song of the Red Heart Society.]

[This berserker, who single-handedly unleashed Ragnarok, in the final moments before his life force was extinguished and his divine core was about to crumble, unleashed an ultimate power that transcended all limits of understanding rules.]

He completely abandoned all defense and evasion; he gave up everything.

He poured all his remaining divine power, the cracked fragments of his divine essence, and even his battered and dissipating divine soul into the giant blade formed from pure killing principles.

[A life for a life!]

[Burning with the last vestiges of a killing intent!]

He transformed into a crimson comet tearing through the cosmic backdrop, ignoring all the divine spells and laws that blocked his path, and with a speed surpassing spacetime, he forcefully crashed into the absolute core shrouded in the will of the spirit realm.

With a terrifying roar that resounded throughout the universe, his all-out attack precisely struck an ancient being beneath the Will of the Spirit Realm, a being that symbolized a certain cornerstone law of the Spirit Realm.

The destructive killing rules, like countless invisible blades, instantly pierced and annihilated the divine body of that ancient being.

Its immortal divine core, under this destructive impact that surpassed all limits, was like glass struck by a heavy hammer, covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

[Ultimately, it disintegrated completely with a silent lament, utterly transforming into the most primal dust of power.]

The devastating shockwave swept across the entire core star field of the Spirit Realm at the speed of light.

The other five equally ancient beings, though not directly killed, had their magnificent divine bodies instantly covered with terrifying, deep cracks that revealed bone and flowed with divine radiance.

Their divine core trembled violently, dimmed, and suffered a fundamental and immeasurable blow.

[As for those other true gods of authority who, amidst the chaos, attempted to encircle and intercept the final charge of the God of Rule-Slaying?]

The remains of the fallen heroes scattered across the void like shattered stars, their sheer number and density setting a new record in the history of the spirit realm.

[Those critically injured, with shattered divine bodies, on the verge of divine collapse, or trapped in eternal slumber, are scattered throughout the spirit world.]

The core strength of the spirit realm's pantheon was severely weakened by this single attack, losing more than half of its foundation.

Despite paying such a devastating price, enough to shake the very foundations of the spirit world, the final demise of the God of Rules, the nightmare of the gods and the scourge of the spirit world, was achieved.

In the ravaged spiritual world of the remaining gods in the spirit realm, this was absolutely worthwhile.

To be honest, they would rather face an attack from ten or a hundred times their number of ferocious and tyrannical abyssal demons and hellish true gods than confront a madman like the God of Rules of Slaughter.

The birth of even one such being in the universe is a misfortune for the gods.

If this were to happen again, the spiritual defenses of the gods in the spirit world would likely collapse completely.

However, the nightmare of the spirit world did not end with the fall of the God of Rule-Based Killing; rather, it was only the beginning.

At this darkest and weakest moment, when all the gods in the spirit realm were wounded and their overall combat strength had plummeted to an all-time low, the allied forces of the Abyss and Hell, who had long been sharpening their knives and eyeing the battlefield with predatory intent, launched their long-planned all-out offensive.

Without the restraint of the disruptive "God of Rules," and without the formidable fighting power that once intimidated all, how could the ravaged Spirit Realm possibly stand against the overwhelming momentum of the Chaotic Faction?

Under the combined onslaught of the corrupting tides of abyssal demonic energy and the destructive tidal wave of hellfire that incinerates souls, the once-glorious realm of the spirit world retreated step by step and fell into ruin!

The precious resource points newly born in the universe, containing pure divine essence and capable of giving birth to new gods, were devoured by the minions of the abyss and hell like hungry wolves.

The spirit realm cannot even bear a trace of its essence.

Even the numerous subordinate worlds of the Spirit Realm, those resource-rich starfields and mines, were swallowed by the Abyss.

Those important nodes, imbued with ancient divinity and considered sacred sites in the spirit world, were also directly occupied by Hell.

The gap between the spirit world and the abyss/hell is widening at an unprecedented rate.

The chaotic alliance of the two great worlds, after countless hardships and intricate calculations, finally lived up to expectations and achieved a complete transcendence of the Spirit Realm. (End of Chapter)