While the entire cultivation world used Heavenly Secrets Mirrors to scan my spiritual roots and aptitude, the scrolling comments filled with “Yellow Rank, Third Grade Good-for-Nothing” and “Dragon Candle remnants, get lost,” I suddenly noticed a gamified status bar floating above my head. The taunts were rapidly turning into defense points.
“Had enough?” I crushed the humiliating rating slip from the Spirit-Testing Hall and let the Crimson Lotus of Hellfire bloom amid the insults. The sect leader said I was guilty because the blood in my veins carried the curse of an elder who fell to demonic cultivation eight hundred years ago. My senior sister said I was dangerous, because anyone who touched me would see their deepest fears. But nobody noticed that whenever prejudice exceeded a certain threshold, I could refine pill poison into experience points and forge rumors into armor to protect my heart.
Then, on the day of the war between immortals and demons, the Heart-Piercing Sword Formation formed by a hundred thousand cultivators stopped three inches from my throat. The System’s notification suddenly rang out: [Total prejudice endured has exceeded ∞. Ultimate skill unlocked: Truth Reconstruction]
I smiled at the countless live-broadcasting mirror screens overhead. “Thanks to my haters for the defense points. Now it’s your turn to take a hit.” The reversed light of the spirit-testing mirror illuminated the entire battlefield. Historical footage, altered all those years ago, was now playing live: in his final moments, the “demonic” Dragon Candle elder had protected the very founding ancestor of the righteous sect now leading the attack against me, the Ever-Burning Lamp.
So the so-called righteous path was nothing more than a collective meltdown that had lasted eight hundred years.
