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

Upon hearing these words, all the members of the Red Heart Society around them fell silent.

An indescribable atmosphere permeated the air, one of utter helplessness and deep regret.

Although the vast majority of them perished under the world-destroying forbidden magic of the Heavenly Pantheon, they did not witness the changes of the future.

But with a little thought, they can understand the key point.

As for Aglios's matter?

Everyone knows the truth!
But now, there's clearly a problem.

And it's a big problem!
This future being, known as the Head of the Spirit God Clan, was able to respond to the great call of the Creator and descend here across the barriers of time and space. His very existence is a silent banner.

If you think about it for a moment, you'll understand.

This is bound to be a heartbreaking and sorrowful experience that will leave listeners heartbroken and in tears.

In those shadowy fronts where the sun never shines, in order to obtain crucial intelligence and to protect a grander objective, one sometimes has to make the most painful choices.

As an undercover agent, the psychological pressure he endured was undoubtedly hellish torture.

The darkness lurks, a secret battle line paved with thorns and bloodshed. From the moment you step into it, the shadow of tragedy follows you like a shadow, impossible to escape.

"Child, there's no point in breaking down."

A member of the Red Heart Society, whose face was weathered by time, stepped forward and broke the suffocating silence with a calm and powerful voice.

He walked up to the young resistance fighter who was trembling with anger and pain and was almost being held down by several comrades, but his rough hands did not touch him directly.

On the contrary, he possessed a profound understanding gained through life and death experiences, and saw the helplessness and sorrow buried deep in their hearts.

"This matter is indeed unbearable; it's an excruciating pain."

The veteran's voice was deep, "Perhaps you need a complete outburst, to vent your pent-up anger, and that's understandable."

"But look where you are now!"

"See who summoned you here!"

"He is a pioneer!"

"And what you need to do is to nip that dark seed in the bud, right at the source of the past!"

"Let that damned Abyss Alliance never even have a chance to be born!"

"Completely eradicate the soil in which it exists!"

As he spoke, he stared intently into the young soldier's eyes.

"When you make changes in this brilliant past, when you personally shape a brighter trajectory."

"Those lofty theocratic families will melt away like snow under the sun, with no possibility of ever reappearing!"

"Tell me, isn't this feat of rewriting destiny with your own hands, creating new life for the deceased, and laying a bright future for the living enough to make your blood boil again and rekindle your fighting spirit in your broken heart?"

While some were comforting the resistance fighters, several other Chixin Society fighters, whose auras were equally somber, silently gathered around the head of the Ling Shen family.

Their movements were natural and coordinated, conveying an unspoken understanding and support.

Compared to the fierce battles and bloodshed on the front lines, the cruelty of the infiltration front is often more profound and more distorts human nature.

The infiltration front requires burying oneself deep in the filthy mire of the enemy camp, living year after year wearing a heavy mask, and walking a tightrope of lies and deception.

Every breath carries the risk of exposure, and every choice could push the soul to the edge of the abyss. The longer an undercover agent remains, the more deeply ingrained that disguise becomes.

Even in the end, they themselves could hardly tell whether the body beneath was that of a human or a ghost.

Therefore, the Red Heart Society warriors around him clearly showed more empathy and concern for the indescribable mental pressure and identity-tearing pain that the Spirit God Clan Chief was enduring.

"I appreciate your kindness, seniors, but please don't worry about me."

Facing these veteran warriors with concerned eyes, the head of the Ling Shen family solemnly bowed, his posture respectful yet composed.

"Today's scene, being recognized, and enduring such anger and accusations, was something I had already anticipated and imagined countless times."

"Frankly speaking, the current situation is even more mild than the easiest and least costly solution I had envisioned."

"Besides, I can stand here!"

"Able to respond to the supreme power of the founder, transcending the barriers of time and space, and descending upon this sacred land where the light of pure hearts shines!"

"This in itself is the greatest glory!"

"Just to be recognized, to be able to cross time and space to come to this place, is enough for me to feel that all the darkness, all the sacrifices, and all the unknown painful struggles I have experienced in the past were worthwhile!"

"All the sacrifices have gained the highest meaning in the face of this supreme grace!"

His willpower was far stronger than that of the resistance fighter from before.

If he didn't possess such a powerful spiritual core, how could he have navigated the thorny and suspicious power struggles of the Abyss Alliance step by step, and ultimately ascended to the position of head of the Spirit God Family?

How could they, under the close surveillance of countless eyes, act like the most skilled shadow dancer, repeatedly and accurately transmit crucial intelligence concerning the life and death of the resistance army in a way that was completely undetected, becoming the most secretive light in the darkness?

The words of the Spirit God Clan Head resonated deeply within the hearts of all the future warriors around him, like stars thrown into a calm lake.

People clearly have a greater consensus and understanding of the Spirit God Clan Head.

As for that resistance fighter?

It's understandable and perfectly reasonable for a child to want to avenge his comrades.

They weren't just talking without understanding the situation; after all, the Red Heart Society's education system includes several years of infiltration training and counter-espionage courses.

Is the reason why hell can be engulfed in flames because of their self-discipline?

The devil's self-awareness?
How can it be?

They also agreed with what the head of the Ling Shen family said.

Who wouldn't think this is a rare honor?
Even if it's just to be looked at by Him, or even just to be called by His name.

This supreme recognition and honor is enough to become the eternal driving force that supports warriors to overcome any desperate situation and burn their lives without hesitation.

This yearning and exhilaration from the depths of the soul elevated the atmosphere of the entire space, filling it with a powerful force to change the past and create the future.

Beside him, Ye Lingtian, seeing that the situation had calmed down, began to make overall arrangements according to Lin Xia's instructions.

"Soldiers, you have three days to search for your families and rest!"

"However, I suggest that at this stage, unless a loved one is in danger or experiencing financial difficulties, it is best to stay away from such situations."

"Otherwise, under normal circumstances, do not forcibly intervene in the other person's life."

"Of course, this is just a suggestion, and no mandatory arrangements are being made." (End of Chapter)