Unprincipled

The world is divided into three parts: humans, demons, and beasts, each occupying a different plane. They have been conquering for eternity, and blood feuds are deep-rooted. The human race understands the spiritual path, the demon race cultivates the source of demons, and the orc race relies on blood. The three methods have different rules and check and balance each other. The plane channels are at war all the year round, and they all regard each other as the enemy of life and death. Until the rift in the deep space quietly tore open, and the whispers of chaos swept through the void with law and pollution. At first, the three parties suspected each other of being a conspiracy of rivals, but until the border territory turned into a twisted and dead land, the strong men of all ethnic groups only caught a glimpse of the shadow of the outside world, and then their souls shattered and turned into crazy and distorted things, and they were shocked to realize that the disaster was coming. The local way of cultivation is restrained by evil gods - the higher the cultivation level and the stronger the soul, the faster it will be eroded. The eternal enemies were forced to put aside their bloody feud and form a fragile coalition, but they were retreating steadily. In the end, the supreme beings of the three clans decided to sacrifice the origin of the plane, activate the forbidden technique across all realms, and look for a soul outside the endless void that is not bound by this avenue. White light exploded at the Alliance Central Altar, and Chen Mo, a young man from Earth, was forcibly dragged into the room from his rental house. The leaders of the three tribes put the survival of billions of living beings on his shoulders. He was silent for a moment, but the first thing he said was: "Can you send me back to the earth? I really can't do the job of saving the world." The whole place was dead silent. Just as the deep space whispers swept across the altar, the demon warrior beside him instantly became deformed. But the erosion that was enough to shatter the foundation of the road passed by Chen Mo, only making him mutter to himself: What the hell, I'm too lazy to think about it. The pupils of the supreme leader of the three tribes suddenly shrank. They finally understood that the one chosen by the great formation was never the unparalleled genius - the "non-persistence and non-exquisiteness" in the mortal soul was the only antidote to the evil gods from outside the territory.