All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 990 - 262 The Beginning of Divine Enthronement (5100)_2

Chapter 990: Chapter 262 The Beginning of Divine Enthronement (5100)_2

So these three people, each with adaptability to the Sun Unlimited, but none of them could compare to Qu Tong, who had already been utterly despaired, completely lost everything, without a place to belong to, neither future nor hope, with both wife and daughter already dead.

This is probably the background very similar to the original version of the "Seven Fiend Tribulation".

"Do you want it?"

An Jing said.

And Qu Tong, upon noticing An Jing’s gaze and realizing he was being referred to, pointed at himself somewhat dumbfoundedly: "Me?"

"Yes."

An Jing turned his head, scrutinizing Qu Tong: "Your talent is good, to be honest. If it weren’t for the limitations of the company, you could have already achieved Foundation Establishment, and even the Purple Mansion isn’t out of reach— for a cultivator who wasn’t trained from a young age but took it up midway, your potential is great."

"The Will of that True Person from the Feng Family descended upon you, yet you could still resist, even briefly attempted to expel him. This testament of will proves your soul and spirit is quite resilient... if it weren’t, you might have chosen suicide long ago."

"Therefore, you are the ideal experimental subject for this power."

An Jing did not induce or manipulate; he spoke directly and truthfully: "As you see, this is a power that comes with a cost, requiring time, even burning your soul and spirit to grow. As for me, I might not have the time to wield it continuously, but if it’s you, I think you wouldn’t be so easily swallowed by it."

"So, Qu Tong, you need power, do you want to try it?"

Qu Tong did not speak.

He simply stretched out his hand, resolute, swiftly, without the slightest hesitation.

Thus, An Jing handed this Divine Intention to him.

Handed it to the man whose eyes were set aflame before him.

"I..."

In the moment he chose to accept this Divine Intention, Qu Tong painfully curled up his body.

It was not physical pain, but a kind of distortion of the mind.

The human heart is soft, capable of empathy.

So, when seeing a mother who lost her husband abandon everything, pouring all her effort, at any cost, to nurture her child, even those with both parents, living a happy life, would be moved.

Thus, when seeing this child carrying all hopes of a mother being bullied by school tyrants with no learning, seeing this child unable to get help from a teacher due to lack of money, seeing how the overarching environment drove him little by little to take drugs to accelerate learning, take loans to buy a calming talisman to sustain cultivation, seeing him step by step towards the abyss of self-destruction, choosing to end himself, even those never bullied or refused help would subconsciously tense their hearts.

But such a touch was only a fraction of a fraction of what Qu Tong felt in this moment.

In the ancient past, during the age when cultivators were not constrained, those who achieved cultivation, merely out of amusement, came to cities that revered them, cutting people open one by one, arranging their heads into towers, gathering blood into rivers, even escape was meaningless, only to be caught again and continue being carved, becoming objects of play.

In the age of war, due to needs, the army cut open and distributed the populace, even developed many cooking methods. Even when unnecessary, such habits still carried on.

In the era of the Demon Calamity, demon soldiers swept the entire world, wherever demonic cultivators tread, a once peaceful city turned into a sea of flames, countless corpses scorched into blackened skeletons maintained their living stances, then were turned to ash by a gust of wind.

On one side of the war, at the rear settlements, a woman’s father, husband, and children left their home one by one, she had five children, each left her, none returned, each memory, each moment stabbed at her heart, as vehicles carrying the wounded and corpses drove the roads, she waited by hoping just to get a specific reply.

Until her death, she received no answer; was it despair or resentment enveloped within that unknown emotion? Staring into the existence that created ’war’, that took everything from her, turning into minute black flickers after her True Spirit left, drifting between heaven and earth.

History reversed and distorted, sometimes past, sometimes present. f\ree webn ovel(.)com

Amidst disasters, diseases, chaotic warfare. Because of Heavenly Demons, or perhaps without them. Perhaps Heavenly Demons aren’t important at all.

In the history filled only with humans, people kept dying just like weeds, harvested, oppressed, slaughtered.

Oppression, brutality, hatred.

Chaotic thoughts almost drowned Qu Tong’s mind at this moment, he couldn’t even distinguish, who to hate, what to hate.

There were mortals hating those uninhibited and domineering cultivators who destroyed everything upon gaining power; and cultivators who sacrificed everything to protect all beings, hating those who surrendered to demons.

Cultivators fiercely fighting at the front lines were balanced again and again by mortals fearing their strength, resulting in the defensive line breaking eventually, making all sacrifices futile; ordinary people who contributed everything, including lives of themselves and their children, found their blood and sweat and children wantonly squandered, treated as contemptible garbage and cannon fodder discarded aside.

Positions for hatred were never the same.

The only understandable is...

It is "Destruction".

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