When the entire cultivation world was scanning my spiritual root qualifications with the Tianji Mirror, and the barrage was full of "Yellow Grade Third-Rank Waste Wood" and "Remnants of the Candle Dragon, Get Out", I suddenly found that there was a gamified status bar floating above my head - those taunt values were being converted into defense points like crazy.
"Have you seen enough?" I crushed the humiliation rating book from the Spirit Testing Hall and allowed the red lotus of karma to bloom amidst the abuse. The headmaster said I was guilty because my blood was filled with the curse of the demonic elder eight hundred years ago; the senior sister said I was dangerous, and anyone who touched me would see the deepest fear in their hearts. But no one noticed that every time the prejudice value exceeded the threshold, I could refine the erysipelas into experience packs and use rumors to forge heart armor.
Until the day of the battle between immortals and demons, the heart-killing sword formation of a hundred thousand monks stopped three inches from my throat. The system prompt suddenly sounded: [The accumulated prejudice value exceeds ∞, and the ultimate skill is unlocked: Truth Reconstruction]
I chuckled at the live broadcast water mirror in the sky: "Thank you for the defense gifted by the black fans, now it is your turn to take the attack -" The reversed spirit-detecting mirror light illuminated the entire battlefield, and the tampered historical images of the year were being played in real time: The "enchanted" Zhulong elder protected at the last moment the famous and authentic ancestor of the sect, Chang Ming Deng, who is now attacking me.
It turns out that the so-called righteous path is nothing more than a collective breach of defense that lasted for eight hundred years.
