National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"Squeak-"

The sound of the door hinge turning seemed particularly abrupt in this silent and eerie atmosphere, as if it was the opening gong of this fateful showdown.

After Shen Jia'an slowly pushed open the door, the oppressive and evil aura in the house hit him in the face like a substance, bringing with it a hint of chill, as if it was going to penetrate into his bones, but his expression did not change, still as calm as water, and he stepped over the threshold and entered the house.

When I looked up, the candlelight on the table flickered, and the light and shadows danced strangely on the wall, as if they were puppets controlled by the suppressed evil aura.

"You're here, Shen Jia'an." The six-eared macaque had been tortured for a long time. Although he hadn't died, it had worn him down for a long time. His voice was hoarse and harsh, like two rough stones rubbing against each other. His words were filled with mockery and hatred. "I've waited for this day for a long time. Today is the day you die."

Shen Jia'an stood still in the room, looking calmly at the "self" in the center of the room - the person transformed by his own resentment, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The last person who said this...ended up with a deathly death, right?

He played out the little thoughts in his mind, sighed softly, and spoke softly as if to another self in the mirror: "I never thought that the resentment in my heart would breed you. We originally had the same origin, but now we are enemies."

His voice was steady, but it could not hide the complex emotions in it. It echoed in this slightly gloomy space, as if telling of endless regrets.

The eyes of the six-eared macaque were full of distortion and madness. He was stunned at first when he heard Shen Jiaan's words, and then he let out a piercing laugh, which was full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Hahahaha! Same origin?"

"If it weren't for the negative emotions you suppress every day, the pain and unwillingness you ignore, how could I have been born? Now, I am here to replace you and become the true Shen Jia'an of this world, the true Lingbao Tianzun of this world!"

As he spoke, black mist began to surge around him. In the mist, there were faint shadows of painful fragments from Shen Jiaan's past experiences, as if they were telling the root cause of the resentment.

It was at this critical moment that it seemed as if the Heavenly Dao keenly sensed the existence of these two "Shen Jia'ans".

In the darkness, it seemed as if there was a sword of Damocles hanging high in the sky, slowly locking onto the breath of the six-eared macaque, like a hunter locking onto his prey. When the opportunity came, he would chop it down without mercy, killing it with one blow and completely dissipating it between heaven and earth.

But at this moment, Shen Jia'an inadvertently looked up at the dark sky through the window. The moment his eyes touched the sky, the oppressive feeling in the room that was so strong that it made people almost breathless seemed to be paused by an invisible big hand.

The atmosphere in the whole house became increasingly subtle and tense, like the suffocating moment of calm before the storm.

He frowned slightly, turned his head and looked at the "self" in front of him, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes, and said, "I admit that I have many regrets and pains in the past, but those should not be the reason for you to be born and endanger the world."

He knew very well that the appearance of this "self" before him was also due to the emotions in his heart that he had not properly dealt with.

"Danger the world!?"

The six-eared macaque roared, his dissatisfaction and murderous intent raging once again. "I simply want the world to know of my existence, and to make those who have looked down on you pay the price!"

He suddenly raised his hand, and the black mist around him instantly condensed and turned into several sharp black blades. Each blade flashed with the painful scenes of Shen Jiaan when he suffered setbacks. Accompanied by the whistling wind, Shen Jiaan was wrapped in this wind of sharp blades.

At this time, the sky outside the house became increasingly gloomy, with dark clouds like ink rolling and gathering in the sky, as if being stirred by an invisible giant hand, constantly changing shape.

From time to time, lightning flashed across the dark clouds like a silver snake, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. The confusing lightning and thunder seemed to be venting some kind of angry emotion.

Everyone in the courtyard looked up at this strange and oppressive celestial phenomenon, and their hearts were startled. They vaguely felt that this seemed to be the way of heaven expressing its anger.

At this moment, the space in the house seemed to have once again become a stage for the Heavenly Dao to display its great power. Invisible power surged in the air, as if it had woven an impenetrable net, and its target was directly aimed at the Six-Eared Macaque that should not exist in the world!

The Way of Heaven seemed determined to completely wipe it out from this vast world and let everything return to the right track it believed in.

That overwhelming and irresistible force of annihilation surged towards the people in the house like a surging tide. The entire house was shrouded in this force, filled with a desperate aura of destruction.

However, at this critical moment, Shen Jia'an just waved his hand lightly, as if pressing the deceleration button, weakening the originally surging killing force a lot. Most of the force stagnated instantly, and the oppressive feeling that was about to crush everything also weakened a lot.

The extremely tense atmosphere in the room finally eased a little, but there was still a sense of danger that was about to explode.

A trace of compassion flashed in Shen Jia'an's eyes. Although he had complicated emotions towards the person in front of him, he also understood at this moment that this matter must come to an end.

"You have taken the wrong path after all. Even if it is caused by me, I will not let you act so recklessly." He said silently in his heart, quickly forming seals with his hands and muttering to himself.

In an instant, golden runes appeared in front of him, and the runes intertwined to form a shield emitting a soft light. The shield was filled with the power of the belief in justice that Shen Jiaan had upheld all the way. The black blade hit it, making a sound of metal clashing. In the flash of light, the blade dissipated one after another, but failed to break through at all.

"All this started with me, so let me end it..." Shen Jia'an said in a firm tone, and his hands changed the seals again.

"The first step in rebirth is to reconcile with your past self and your negative emotions..." This is what Daoist Ancestor Hongjun once said to him, and now, he said it to himself again.

As he finished speaking, circles of white spiritual energy halos appeared around him, and in the halos, there were faint flickering images of his warm and beautiful memories from the past, forming a sharp contrast with the pain in the black fog opposite.

Afterwards, the halos transformed into white spirit birds. The spirit birds spread their wings and flew high towards the six-eared macaque. Wherever they passed, the black fog began to melt away like snow encountering the warm sun.

"Damn it! You're trying to use this to suppress me!"