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

"If this isn't the afterlife."

The head of the Ling Shen family spoke in a low voice, like a dream.

His face, which was usually good at hiding his emotions, was first filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable blush quickly spread from her neck to her ears, and it was as if a star that had been suppressed for millions of years was instantly ignited in the depths of her pupils, bursting out with a terrifying light!
As one of the core high-ranking members of the Abyss Alliance, he is also one of the few outliers who still stubbornly burns the flame of righteous ideals deep in his heart.

His understanding of the glorious history, cultural heritage, and even the almost mythical legends of the Red Heart Society headquarters era is unparalleled in the entire alliance.

Like a devout pilgrim bordering on fanaticism, he relentlessly searched the most hidden corners of the Yuanmeng's official archives, filled with lies and slander, for all information about the Red Heart Society's headquarters era.

They even searched hungrily for any trace of the founders of the Great Red Heart Society among the tattered parchment scrolls and encrypted data chips that had been confiscated, burned, and could only be traded at exorbitant prices on the black market.

He read every record he could find, even the most absurd ones, and countless times in the dead of night, in his secluded room, he would sigh silently at the blurry images or hastily written words.

I wish I could tear down the barriers of time and space, and be born in that brilliant era when ideals shone like the sun across the world, so that I could hear the teachings of that sage with my own ears.

"So I was summoned here by the founders of the Red Heart Society, across boundless time and space?"

"Did it summon that era that I can only reach in my dreams?"

The Spirit God Clan Head's voice suddenly rose, filled with excitement as he asked.

At this moment, all rationality and the restraint from showing joy were thrown aside.

Perhaps the current buildings of the Red Heart Society are still very simple, and the various facilities are quite backward. Even the food and daily necessities are somewhat unacceptable to people.

But all of this is nothing compared to the dazzling array of stars in the Red Heart Society.

How come you reacted so quickly?

Ye Lingtian raised an eyebrow, his sharp eyes filled with astonishment.

Even with his ambition to conquer countless worlds, he still needed a few minutes to process this mind-blowing reality in the face of this inconceivable summoning from space and time.

But the seemingly refined fellow in front of him had a thought process that jumped around faster than his killing rules!

"OK!!"

The head of the Ling Shen family seemed not to have heard Ye Lingtian's question at all, or rather, even if he had, he was completely unable to suppress the surging torrent in his heart. He suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed wildly.

The laughter was no longer suppressed or feigned; it was like a caged beast that had been imprisoned for millions of years finally breaking free of its chains, filled with a heart-pounding excitement.

"This is wonderful!!!"

He was born in a time of despair when red ideals were trampled into the mud, smeared, and forced to eke out a living in the darkest corners.

As a direct descendant of a theocracy, he had rebellious blood flowing in his veins and deeply abhorred the cruel exploitation of the millions of people in the Abyss Alliance by the theocracy.

According to the education he received from childhood, he was destined to be superior from the moment he was born because of the blood flowing in his veins.

The working class is not the master of the world.

Those who possess the bloodline of true gods can interpret even the slightest infant cry as a declaration of the ruler's control over the aristocratic families.

However, due to his own reasons, he had an almost instinctive fascination and longing for the theories of the Red Heart Society that shone with wisdom and ideals, and for its hopeful practical explorations.

However, this passion was regarded by his family as a heretical and class-betraying cancer when he was young.

How can someone who benefits from this situation read these things?

He was severely reprimanded by his family elders, ostracized by his peers, and even locked in a cold dungeon to suffer the pain of ideological correction!

After his punishment was over, he discovered that all those who had handled the books he had obtained through legitimate channels had been sent to death row.

It was these unforgettable pains that forced him to bury his burning passion deep within his heart, wrapping himself up layer by layer with the most superb acting skills and the coldest mask.

Even after he came to power and gained immense influence, he could only do so from the most secretive corners, like the most skilled chess player, using others to do his dirty work.

Even on the battlefield where the rebels were being besieged, he wanted to help, but he could only take advantage of the delicate balance of the battlefield situation and the fatal flaws in the opponent's strategic deployment to quietly steer the battle in a direction favorable to the rebels.

Every act of helping is like dancing on a knife's edge; one must ensure that under any scrutiny or retrospective investigation, not a single trace related to him can be found.

After all, he is not a true god; he is only a demigod!

Even the most powerful demigod is still just a demigod.

In public, his hatred for the rebels was always so intense and real, to the point that he would even curse them with the most vicious words, performing a deep-seated hatred that wished he could grind them to dust!
Later, when facing the unfathomable patriarch of the family, the patriarch gave him some guidance.

To completely destroy your enemy, you must understand him as you understand your lover.

What was the soul that sustained those rebels?
Isn't that just that damned, naive thought?

If you only know how to hate, but don't delve into the roots and core of their thoughts, how can you accurately find their Achilles' heel?

Remember, the cost of dismantling a fortress from within is always far lower than the cost of launching a strong attack from the outside!

It was only with the seemingly enlightened endorsement of this ancestor that he was able to openly and legitimately invest massive resources within the Ling Shen family to systematically study the Red Psychology philosophy.

To obtain firsthand information more efficiently, he even resorted to underhanded tactics, secretly extracting a group of captured core members of the resistance from a death row prison, ostensibly for ideological dissection. And now!
This damn disguise!

These heavy shackles!

This oppressive atmosphere is suffocating!

Everything is gone!
He actually stepped into this golden age of pure hearts and burgeoning ideals!
He could finally tear off the mask he had worn his whole life, no longer needing to mentally rehearse the consequences of every word he spoke.

What made his soul tremble even more was the great founder of the Red Heart Society.

Who was the sage who created this epic feat, the one who could only be looked up to in cold records and blurry images? He actually had the opportunity to stand before him, listen to his teachings, and even converse with him.

The mere thought that flashed through his mind made his blood boil.

"That damned scoundrel—!!!"

"Fuck your mother—!!!"

"You're here too—!!!"

Just as the head of the Ling Shen family was immersed in a torrent of ecstasy and unable to extricate himself, a roar filled with boundless hatred suddenly resounded not far away like a thunderclap.

The voice was so familiar, filled with deep-seated hatred!
During the time he was in charge of the Ling Shen family, he was constantly assassinated by rebel soldiers using various methods.

These friends, who should have shared the same ideals, were forced to turn against each other due to circumstances.

Although he helped the rebels, he drifted further and further away from these like-minded people.

The next moment, a soldier dressed in clothing that clearly resembled the style of a modern resistance fighter had his eyes turn bloodshot.

He stared intently at the head of the Ling Shen family, his gaze seeming as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Without a single word or hesitation, the power within him erupted like a volcano suppressed for millennia, his body ablaze with intense energy flames.

This future warrior, who had just returned from another time and space, with a resolute determination to perish together with his comrades, transformed into a streak of deathly light that tore through the air, heading straight for the head of the Spirit God Clan.

This sudden change startled the futuristic warriors around them who were sizing each other up or whispering to each other.

Their reaction was lightning fast; without orders, almost instinctively, several figures exuding powerful auras moved out like ghosts.

Several overwhelming forces precisely intertwined to form an invisible giant net, instantly blocking and imprisoning the furious warrior who was charging forward.

The movements were clean and swift, the coordination seamless, clearly the instinctive reaction of someone who had been through countless battles.

The warrior was like a trapped beast crashing into an impenetrable wall; no matter how much he struggled and roared, he could not move forward even an inch.

He could only let out a resentful and painful roar, his hateful gaze shooting at the head of the Ling Shen family like a poisoned arrow.

That look in his eyes was as if he wanted to devour his flesh and drink his blood!

Such a commotion naturally caused the futuristic warriors around to frown.

Although everyone was puzzled as to why they were here, a look around made it clear.

The magnificent architectural complex, reminiscent of the heyday of Chixin, the uniform combat uniforms bearing the Chixin emblem, and the unique language and habitual interjections that only true Chixin warriors would understand when they talked to each other.

Most importantly, the standard, heartfelt ceremony that is almost etched into their very bones—all of this is like the clearest imprint, silently proclaiming one thing.

Everyone present is one of us, with blood flowing through our veins!
Since we are all loyal and devoted, we are brothers and sisters connected by blood!

They are our comrades-in-arms!

How can we allow infighting and fratricide in this sacred place, which symbolizes the roots and glory of loyalty?!
"Everyone!"

Upon seeing this, Ye Lingtian immediately took to the air.

"On behalf of the great founders of the Red Heart Society, I welcome everyone to transcend time and space and descend upon this most brilliant era of the Red Heart Society!"

"The founder once said that everyone who comes here is an absolute supporter of his ideals!"

"Therefore, please look upon your comrades-in-arms with friendly eyes."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The rebel fighter who was pinned down also had his pupils shrink when he saw the God of Rules.

The next moment, his face broke down in despair.

"No!"

"How can this be!??"

"How could the high-ranking members of the Yuan Alliance and the heads of the Ling Shen family possibly support Chi Xin's ideology?!"

"How am I supposed to explain this to my fallen comrades?"

"Were they killed by our own people, who wiped out their families and relatives?" (End of Chapter)