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

"This is not the afterlife."

Lin Xia looked at the God of Killing Rules, her voice calm and unwavering.

But these words, when they reached the ears of the God of Rules, stirred up a huge storm.

Not the afterlife?
He had clearly perished in the earth-shattering siege of the gods of the spirit realm, his divine body disintegrating, his divine soul annihilated, and even his true spirit, which bore the mark of his existence, was reduced to nothingness under that destructive combined force.

As one of the world's top combatants, he understood better than anyone else what that meant.

That was a complete and irreversible end, an absolute annihilation that even the will of the great world could not salvage!
Consciousness dissipates, and eternity vanishes.

This is an ironclad rule!

Even if there truly exists some kind of afterlife beyond comprehension, a world that accommodates the souls of the dead, given the state of his soul at the time, it would have been impossible for him to reach it.

Moreover, he has stood at the pinnacle of the universe for countless years, his divine power traversing the river of time and space, and has touched upon the hidden rules of all the heavens and myriad worlds. If such a world exists, how could he be completely unaware of it?
I didn't even have the slightest feeling!
If he were only a ninth-level cultivator or a demigod, he might not know about some mysterious places in the universe.

But he has already reached the pinnacle of true godhood!

Even the top-tier true gods, if not subjected to a desperate siege, would have been slaughtered like dogs by him!

So how could he not know about this?

And what does it mean that it's not the afterlife?
Does it mean that your parents, your relatives, and your comrades-in-arms are not here?

If I come to this strange world, won't I still be all alone?
He has experienced the feeling of being utterly alone for ten thousand years!
Really!

I don't want to experience that again!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck the God of Rules.

Within the Abyss Alliance, there is a rumor about the era of the Red Heart Society headquarters.

That's a secret about that legendary founder!

The great founder of the Red Heart Society was able to devise infallible strategies, creating a Red Heart miracle that countless powerful figures of later generations could hardly comprehend despite his mortal body.

The root of this lies in the fact that he possessed the supreme power to manipulate time and space.

Otherwise, how could one person accomplish such incredible things?
Even in some of the fantastical novels by the Abyss Alliance, all sorts of bizarre and outlandish "golden finger" settings have been fabricated for this purpose.

As a high-ranking leader of the resistance, the Rule Killer had scoffed at this argument and even felt angry about it.

Just because we cannot reach that level, should we use such contemptuous and fantastical terms as "cheating" to deny and distort the true achievements of a great pioneer?
That was indeed a miracle!
A magnificent epic that, even ten thousand years from now, will still stir our hearts and leave us deeply moved!

A feat that requires putting yourself in someone else's shoes, a feat that almost no one can accomplish.

But the universe is vast, and the river of time flows endlessly. Isn't it perfectly normal for one or two extraordinary geniuses who transcend common sense and cannot be fathomed by ordinary logic to emerge in the vast river of time?
What is there to question?
In his view, this was nothing more than a foolish trick devised by the corrupt privileged class of the Yuanmeng out of deep fear and jealousy of the brilliant achievements of the founders of the Chixin Society.

They felt they couldn't do this job, so they tried to stigmatize the founders with these absurd rumors, undermining their sacred status in the hearts of those who faithfully carried on the legacy.

This is simply to diminish their influence and clear away the mental obstacles to their privileged rule.

Even though they all share the same origin and are descendants of the same bloodline, with the founder long gone and his followers' power waning, they still consider such despicable smear tactics necessary.

But at this moment, the God of Rules' solid cognitive system was violently shaken in the face of this incredibly real, down-to-earth, and ordinary scene.

Could it be that my previous conjecture, the conclusion of absolute darkness of the Yuanmeng leadership deeply rooted in the ideology of the resistance army, was actually wrong?
Could it be that this simple, almost rudimentary base, these roughly dressed but bright-eyed Red Heart warriors, and the founder who is as calm as the background of the universe are the real ones?

What the vast majority of the resistance fighters firmly believed in was the Yuan Alliance's official propaganda about the extremely backward era of the Red Heart Society, and their own judgment that the Yuan Alliance's high-ranking officials were 100% scoundrels.
Is it even possible that the higher-ups of the Yuan Alliance are not as heinous as they imagine?
Do not!
He suppressed the thought as soon as it popped into his head. He had personally experienced the oppression and bloodshed of the Abyss Alliance, and there was no doubt about it!
But how can we explain this incredible crossing of time and space?

If what this founder said is true, then I have indeed been pulled from the bloody battlefield ten thousand years later back to the early days of the Red Heart Society by some incomprehensible power.

Then all the incomprehensible things that happened to me seemed to have a barely understandable framework.

After all, just now, his divine sense, capable of piercing through the stars, subconsciously scanned the surrounding environment.

The rugged, practical, and unadorned rock architecture, the simple machines powered by primitive bioenergy, and the air filled with the natural scent that had not been fully purified by industry.

All of this exudes an undeniable sense of antiquity, to the point that even the word "retro" seems overly modern.

The style and materials of these buildings cannot be found in any of the vast historical records of the Yuanmeng era.

After all, the official history of the Red Heart Society recorded by the Yuanmeng Alliance always uses gorgeous language to describe the brilliance and glory of that era, and tries its best to exaggerate the greatness of its spiritual level.

However, on a material level, it directly demonstrates that the architecture, technology, and even aesthetics of that era were extremely backward and not worth mentioning.

However, from the discerning perspective of the God of Rules, who comes from ten thousand years in the future, the architectural style and aesthetic concepts of the Red Heart Society at this moment are far beyond what can be described as backward.

That was a complete generational gap!
It is a primordial testament that has spanned the long river of time!
It is no exaggeration to say that if these simple stone houses around us had survived to the Yuanmeng era, every brick and stone would have been a priceless antique, enough to drive archaeologists crazy.

As for the level of technology?

It was so retro that it was astonishing, a world apart from the divine power and technology of the Abyss Alliance era, which could easily transform planets and control rules.

The sheer magnitude of this disparity, originating from the space-time itself, delivers a powerful impact that far surpasses any verbal proof.

Can I ask you something?

After a long silence, the God of Rules finally spoke up and asked.

"Of course." Lin Xia's voice remained calm, as if she had already anticipated his question.

"In my time, the will of hell has chosen to help us."

"Is it really the alliance we signed with you?"

The God of Rules took a deep breath and asked one of his biggest questions.

Information about Hell was top secret, even among the highest levels of the resistance.

"It can also be understood that way."

Lin Xia's answer remained concise: "After all, once the will of hell learned that I possessed the ability to traverse time and space and glimpse the future, it was unwilling to have too much of a falling out with me."

“He has his concerns, worrying that at some point in the future, a falling out with me might trigger unpredictable and uncontrollable changes.”

The God of Rules was taken aback upon hearing this, "Huh?"

The Will of Hell!

The will of the great world!
Worried that things might get too tense with Chixin?

Did he hear it correctly?
"It can transcend time and space, go back to the past, and even predict the future."

Lin Xia continued, "With such precognitive abilities, we can plan ahead and nip potential enemies in the bud."

"Or, isn't it the most normal and reasonable strategy to deliver a fatal blow when it is at its weakest?"

The God of Slaughter's eyes flashed, "But the Will of Hell... is, after all, a vast world!"

In his understanding, the Great World Will is the supreme existence in the universe, an unshakable giant peak.

Top-tier true gods might need to think about all sorts of things, but does the will of the great world need to think about so much?
Besides worrying about the wills of the other two great worlds, what else do they need to worry about?
"The world can be destroyed, so why can't the greater world?"

Lin Xia's expression remained unchanged, but her voice was like thunder.

"."

quiet!
silence!

The surroundings fell into complete silence.

But this brief silence resounded deep within the soul of the God of Killing Rules.

He was struck as if by an invisible hammer of rules, and stood there stunned for a moment, his heart filled with turmoil.

Although he pushed his own killing rules to a terrifying height that made all the gods tremble through a bloody path of slaughtering gods and refining the essence of countless true gods.

In this way, he gained the power to stand at the pinnacle of true gods.

But all he ever sought in his life was to kill more true gods of the spirit world, so as to create a greater peaceful space for the survival and development of the Red Heart Society in future generations and give them a chance to breathe.

As for destroying a vast world?

Could it even cause the mighty will of the world to yield or express fear in the face of a certain goal?
He never even dared to think of such a thought, let alone put it into action.

But now!
In this era that he considered ancient, the founders of the Red Heart Society not only thought so, but also seemed to have done so!
More importantly, the will of hell actually yielded because of this.

This undeniable fact instantly shattered the shackles that had been ingrained in his mind.

Those things he once thought were impossible, things that even imagination seemed arrogant, were not just pipe dreams.

Anything is possible!

There is a path to achieve this!

Is it possible for me to break through the shackles of the true god in the future and master the supreme power that surpasses the true god, enough to reverse life and death and tamper with the rules?

In order to bring back to this world his parents and relatives who were wiped out by the sword of the spirit world, and his comrades who fell one after another in the desperate charge?

This once unattainable hope, which existed only in the deepest depths of despair, now seems to have a faint glimmer of light thanks to the founder's few casual words.

In an instant, the God of Rules felt his divine blood, which had been dormant for ten thousand years, surging and boiling.

If it were up to me alone, it would be absolutely impossible.

But what if we follow this mighty being who can make even the will of hell yield?
That's not necessarily impossible!
Even the mighty will of hell had to bow down before it, didn't it?

"Not just the will of hell,"

Just then, Lin Xia seemed to see through the surging passion and hope in his heart, and her calm voice rang out again.

"Even the will of the abyss yielded before the Red Heart Society."

"Even the two great world wills of the chaotic faction negotiated and made concessions together."

The God of Rules: "???" (End of Chapter)