Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

Just like in the later part of the series, after Li Haotian used the Shura Armor to travel back in time:

His greed was already evident when he wanted to save his deceased parents;

When she saw her parents being hurt by Kula, her anger erupted, and her resentment was also revealed.

Having finally traveled back in time, he found his parents still murdered, as if nothing had changed. At that moment, he developed a powerful obsession with saving his parents, and his final, obsessive madness manifested itself.

In the instant when the three thoughts converged, Li Haotian was unable to maintain pure righteousness, nor could he condense extreme evil energy.

This conflicting state of mind caused the Asura Armor to strongly reject it, not only automatically dissolving the fusion, but also becoming unresponsive to any subsequent summoning attempts.

The Asura Armor, this kingly weapon, has always only recognized those with pure hearts.

Whether it's the righteous path that you firmly believe in or the evil path that you resolutely choose, you must be free from distractions.

Li Haotian, who was torn apart by the three original sins at the same time, had long lost the right to control it.

Upon learning of An Miu Xiu's death, Lu Fa finally cast aside all his reservations and stepped into the realm of the strongest evil energy.

Although he was in such a state that he was like a candle flickering in the wind, it was enough for him to crush Li Haotian's trio.

However, he was not the ultimate victor.

Just when Lu Fa was certain of victory, he watched helplessly as Li Haotian summoned the legendary hall-level weapon—the War God's Fiery Sword.

In that instant, even though he still had the upper hand in terms of strength, the name "War God's Fiery Sword" planted a seed of fear in his heart.

It was this slight tremor that caused the already unstable evil energy domain to collapse instantly.

The Shura Armor disintegrated. Although Lu Fa's strength at the time was still comparable to that of Xing Tian Armor, who wielded a divine weapon, his mental breakdown had already sealed his fate.

He was not defeated by the sharpness of the War God's Fiery Sword, but by his own fear of the legend.

When Lufa obtained the Vajra Pestle of the Mother Goddess, which could modify genes, did he not try to cleanse himself of his sins?

He tried, but failed.

Those judged by the Galactic Laws of Justice—a code of law decreed by King Peer and possessing absolute interpretive power.

They will all be implanted with a special genetic virus. The three sins of greed, anger, and ignorance are the most basic yet most intractable variants of this virus.

Lu Fa is a general and a soldier. He excels at military strategy and tactics, but genetic research? That's really not his forte.

Even more fatally, as the most wanted criminal in the galaxy, he had no scientific research talent by his side.

No one could analyze the structure of the Three Sins Virus, and no one knew how to use the Vajra Pestle of the Mother of the Monkeys to break the deadlock.

The Gengmu Vajra does indeed possess the power to defy fate, but only if the user masters its secrets.

In Lufa's hands, it was nothing more than a piece of equipment that could continuously provide amplification of supernatural abilities.

It's like giving a primitive man a supercomputer—he might be able to press the power button, but he'll never be able to write the code that changes his destiny.

Balu suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and looked at Anmicius talking to an old woman not far away.

After exchanging a glance with Cook and Sabine beside him, he walked towards Anmicius in human form.

Meanwhile, Anmishiu, seemingly sensing something, looked in the direction of Balu and the other two.

An Miu frowned.

He frowned slightly, then gave the old man a gentle smile:

"Aunt Li, something urgent has come up, so I have to go first."

Upon hearing this, Granny Li, who was tidying up her belongings, hurriedly grabbed his sleeve:

"Wait a minute, Xiao An!"

The old man rummaged through his shopping bag for a moment, then pulled out a few bright red fruits, stuffed them into the plastic bag, and handed them over with a smile.

"Thank you so much for helping Grandma carry such heavy things today, and for chatting with me for so long... Please take these fruits, don't refuse!"

"This...Grandma, how can this be..."

An Miu Xiu stood there, stunned, holding the fruit that had suddenly been stuffed into his arms, unsure of what to do.

An Miu Xiu wanted to refuse, but Granny Li deliberately put on a stern face:

"If you don't accept it, your mother-in-law won't dare ask you for help again next time!"

He had no choice but to take the bag, and a warmth welled up in his heart when his fingertips touched the old man's rough palm.

This feeling of being genuinely treated by ordinary people was something he had never experienced as a Netherworld Demon.

The moment Anmishiu turned to walk towards Balu and the other two, the gentleness on his face vanished completely.

He casually placed the bag of fruit on a roadside bench and coldly said to the empty alley entrance:

"Since we're here, why hide?"

Baru and his two companions appeared as soon as they heard the call. Cook excitedly took a half-step forward, but was gently stopped by Sabin.

"Captain," Balu's voice held an uncharacteristic hesitation, "the general sent us to ask you..."

"You've had enough fun, shouldn't you go back?" An Miu interrupted him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

How could An Miu not understand his own father?

The moment Anmishiu sensed the three of them, he knew that his father, General Lufa, had also arrived in this new world.

But... Anmishiu really likes his current life, ordinary yet extraordinary.

An Miu gazed at his former subordinates who had fought alongside him, a complex and indescribable look flashing across his eyes.

He slowly stood up and gently patted each of the three men's shoulders. The warmth from his palms stirred up memories from a thousand years ago.

"Why always be trapped in the shadows of the past?" His voice was gentle yet firm.

"Perhaps you should also try to experience this ordinary yet authentic life."

The sound of children's silvery laughter drifted from afar, and the setting sun cast a golden veil over the streets.

He gazed at that warm scene, a serene smile curving his lips:

"Compared to conquest and slaughter, protecting the ordinary happiness before us is a more worthwhile mission to dedicate one's life to."

An Miu patted the three of them gently on the shoulders, then turned and disappeared into the twilight.

Baru, Cook, and Sabin stood frozen in place, watching the receding figure, their faces filled with complex emotions.

Haven't the three captains, Kufensi, Qiaoshefei, and Anmixiu, thought about what they were saying?

But while they might think about it, they never dared to think about it too deeply.

The desires, anger, and obsessions deeply imprinted in their genes are constantly gnawing at their will.

They were afraid—

I fear that once I've tasted the warmth of the ordinary, I'll lose my commitment to purity; I fear that after becoming intoxicated by the mundane world, I'll become a complete slave to my desires.

Cook unconsciously clenched his fists, Sabin lowered his head in disappointment, and Baru stared blankly at the children playing on the street corner.

As dusk deepened, the three Netherworld Demons still stood at the alley entrance where the streetlights were just beginning to illuminate.

Cook suddenly chuckled softly, a self-deprecating laugh in his voice: "What we're doing... isn't that cowardly?"

Sabin and Baru fell silent, answered only by the soft rustling of the evening breeze through the alley.

After a long silence, Balu finally took a deep breath: "Let's go."

He turned his back to the warm light, "It's time to report back to the general."