Fake virtue, prove sainthood! Five-Colored Divine Light!
Wu Tong farms merit points like crazy through “supreme evil.”
Exterminate a clan? The System rules it “evil eradication to the very end” and rewards him with a century of cultivation!
Slaughter a city? The System deems it “purifying heaven and earth” and grants him a millennium of cultivation!
Su Su kneels and presents the head of her enemy. “Benefactor, you've eradicated evil. You deserve this tribute!”
Hua Hua laughs as she burns down the Immortal Sect's treasury. “This is merely acting on Heaven's behalf~”
Fei Fei tilts her head and offers him a bloodstained spiritual root. “Brother, are you tired from ‘doing good’?”
When the mighty of the Primordial World condemn him, “This fiend must be slain!”
Wu Tong strokes his Banner of Ten Thousand Souls and smiles.
“Merit? I'm covered in it!”
“Sainthood? It goes to the most evil of all!”
"Xuanhuang·Part Three"
The cracked rock holds up the bones of the sky, and the sea swallows the stars to mold the body of the sun.
Cang Wu's falling dew turns into thunder and fire, Xuan Ming's breath turns into rainbow
Broken Ao still refuses to unload his halberd, the candle dragon still roars from the mountain rhinoceros
Thousands of people cut down the ancient embankment, and the tide receded, leaving only red mud.
Only after five calamities did we know the anger of heaven and earth, and the six bodies were plowed by thunder in vain
Qing Ming's eyes are cold and silent, and his hair is loose.
It should be regretted that hundreds of corpses should be filled in the abyss, and there is still one breath left to stare at the clouds
The vastness is full of blood sacrifices, and the cracks in the void are carved with crazy inscriptions
"Xuanhuang·Part Three" The cracked rock holds up the bones of the sky, and the sea swallows the stars to mold the body of the sun. Cang Wu's falling dew turns into thunder and fire, Xuan Ming's breath turns into rainbow Broken Ao still refuses to unload his halberd, the candle dragon still roars from the mountain rhinoceros Thousands of people cut down the ancient embankment, and the tide receded, leaving only red mud. Only after five calamities did we know the anger of heaven and earth, and the six bodies were plowed by thunder in vain Qing Ming's eyes are cold and silent, and his hair is loose. It should be regretted that hundreds of corpses should be filled in the abyss, and there is still one breath left to stare at the clouds The vastness is full of blood sacrifices, and the cracks in the void are carved with crazy inscriptions