[Power Fantasy, Cold-Blooded, Ruthless and Decisive]
Blood Skull Pro Max: Once someone agrees, you can treat people with no blood ties to you as family.
On the night of the red moon, the Blood Moon Cult attacks the village.
The villagers: “Sun Ruiwan, stop being softhearted! Hurry up and use the Blood Skull on us!”
His aunt and uncle: “That's right! You're the only one in the village with the aptitude to cultivate. Live on for us!”
One after another, the villagers throw themselves at the Blood Skull before Sun Ruiwan.
Sun Ruiwan weeps bitterly, full of regret. “Everyone! Don't!”
His younger brother: “Brother, I used to hate you in a crude, thoughtless way. After everything I've been through, I gradually came to understand you. You're the greatest hero of all!”
Many years later...
Someone asks, “Fellow Daoist, how did your cultivation reach such heights?”
Sun Ruiwan laughs heartily. “Fellow Daoist is too formal. Just call me family. It's because I recycled my clan!”
“Even ordinary people can be recycled for a lot of cultivation!”
“That's such a bargain, family!”
But Sun Ruiwan only sneers, red light gleaming in his eyes.
Across the nine provinces under heaven, the seasons turn for a hundred years.
The divine kingdom hangs upside down above the human world.
No one watches me, no one knows me. Where can I seek the road ahead?
Fate is decreed by heaven, fortune is made by one's own hand. Behold the myriad forms of living beings!
Drunk, I know not that the sky lies over the water; in the boat, a hold full of dreams presses down on the Milky Way.
A wanderer who has lost his past searches for meaning, a future, and the Heavenly Dao.
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