Later, the man named Qi found out.

The deity, who stood high above like the Great Sun, seemingly eternal, was slain by a Qi Refiner.

Qi was shocked. Were those Qi Refiners who were hunted every day capable of this?

But the fact remained, a deity had fallen.

A change began to take place in Qi's heart.

Could deities actually die?

Then, he left his hometown, and after barely surviving many dangers, he finally met a Qi Refiner by accident.

He was taken away by the Qi Refiner, who told him that mortals could also cultivate.

As long as the cultivation realm was high enough, mortals could even slay deities.

They aimed to overthrow this world, to overthrow those deities, and cast them all down to the dust.

From then on, no one would ride on humanity's back, killing as they pleased.

They wanted to drag down those Divine Servants who looked down on the common people like ants, who killed indiscriminately in the streets to help deities enslave the populace, and burn them alive.

This lofty ideal deeply shocked Qi.

Qi joined the Qi Refiners and began rigorous training.

However, his talent was lacking, and he was no longer young. His bones had already set, making it impossible for him to become the strong individual he admired, one who could ascend to the nine heavens and slay deities.

Later, the war between the Qi Refiners and the deities slowly expanded, with the Qi Refiners beginning to lose ground.

Qi started to develop a new idea.

He felt that perhaps the Qi Refiners were doomed to fail.

If they couldn't defeat the deities, why not join them?

If they became deities too, then everyone would be deities, and there would be a chance to overcome.

Moreover, they would certainly be different from the old deities, they would surely treat the common people kindly.

No one stopped Qi because everyone was searching for a way to break the deadlock. Without final success, no one knew what the result would be.

Qi began his own research.

Many years passed, and he had nothing to show for it, until one day, he dreamed of a red sun, signifying the highest deity, setting in the sky, and a white sun rising.

He opened his eyes and wrote, "When the red sun perishes, the White Sun shall rise."

From that moment, it was as if he had been enlightened. He began to compile a new Dharma Method, using his Qi Refinement Cultivation Technique.

Since it was for the world and for everyone, naturally, everyone should contribute.

If countless people worship one person as they would deities, receiving the power of incense fire, some day, someone will become a deity.

He began to compile and write his hopes on the pages.

The White Sun Holy Scripture.

Day by day, he grew older, and the compilation of the White Sun Holy Scripture was completed, but it was merely a superior Cultivation Technique.

The passing years made him agitated, and he grew increasingly extreme.

The later content became more absurd, turning into aggressive brainwashing to rule over countless people and achieve the Evil Dao that fulfilled one person's ambition.

Until one day, when the elderly Qi could no longer hold a pen, he looked at the manuscript before him with resentment, transformed into a mouthful of hot blood that sprayed onto the manuscript. He died with eyes wide open, unwilling to pass away.

Gradually, the manuscript, infused with his life essence, spirit, and blood of resentment, fell into slumber in the cave where Qi spent his last days.

Who knows how long passed before a faint spirituality emerged on the manuscript.

Every word on it seemed to come to life, constantly shifting, but that was all.

Many years later, a mischievous child entered the cave and discovered the manuscript with the jumping, glowing words.

The child took it home, learned to read, and began to recite the contents.

Many years later, the child cultivated with the White Sun Holy Scripture and became a master, extending his lineage. Those practicing the White Sun Holy Scripture grew increasingly in number.

The original manuscript's spirituality grew stronger as well.

With its growth came new changes.

As generations passed, the family members unknowingly became brainwashed, and one day, while worshipping their ancestors, they placed the original manuscript alongside them for worship.

The manuscript received its first bit of incense fire power.

The original spirituality made a crucial step forward.

It awakened spiritual wisdom.

Gradually, its spiritual wisdom grew, and it could even perceive everything outside. The first person it recognized as worshipping it appeared.

A little girl in a dress, with an adorable face.

The child grew up handsome beyond compare, although a man, more beautiful than a woman.

It liked this person very much and began to try to contact him, starting a dialogue.

Time meant nothing to it until one day the young man turned into an old man nearing death; only then did it first come into contact with the concept of death.

It also realized that if its physical form, the original manuscript, were destroyed, it would cease to exist.

It felt a little horrified.

Then, the old man nearing death told it that what was important was not the book but the content of the book, which gave birth to it.

As long as the content remained and someone remembered it, it would not die.

So, it began to work towards this goal.

Many, many years later, the family was wiped out, and the manuscript circulated elsewhere. More and more people knew of the White Sun Holy Scripture, and those who cultivated with it increased in number.

Those who practiced without distinguishing between the earlier and later content and were brainwashed also grew more common.

Finally, one day, the original manuscript was destroyed.

It felt fear, despair, but in the end, it did not die. One day, it seemed to hear a summons.

The initial arrival began.

Yu Ziqing traced all of the White Sun Holy Mother's memories to their origin.

Far beyond his expectations, it extended back to the previous era.

Now, only scattered records remain, of the era when the previous deities sat high above in the nine heavens.

Yu Ziqing slowly lifted his foot, as an invisible power manifested around him.

Divine aura naturally formed, profound and unfathomable, this entirely unfathomable force quietly emerged.

The White Sun Holy Mother thought his power came from that rusty sword, believing that taking it away would leave him without a last resort.

Wrong, Yu Ziqing had never said his power came from that rusty sword.

His power came from his own abilities. As long as he acquired enough information, he could trigger the corresponding power.

The more he knew, the stronger the power became.

However, this power could only be activated when he acted.

If he didn't act, Yu Ziqing wouldn't know if it was activated.

But it wasn't necessary for him to act immediately every time he acquired the minimum information required to trigger the determination.

He needed a method to know the determination result but still be able to choose whether or not to act.

Thus, he found one.

That rusty sword was just an ordinary, rusty sword. The sword and the sword scabbard had rusted together.

Drawing the sword meant taking action.

The precondition for action would forcibly change into first resolving the rust of the sword, allowing it to be drawn smoothly.

Each time, part of the power would be used first to turn that undrawable rusty sword into a sharp sword, then into a powerful weapon.

So, whenever Yu Ziqing saw the rust on the sword begin to fall off, he knew that the determination was complete.

But he could still choose not to act.

Later, he could choose a suitable time to act, always maintaining the initiative.

Similarly, he chose a rusty sword, using it every time he acted.

It was also to confuse outsiders.

To make others think his power came from that rusty sword.

From beginning to end, no one would know where his real power came from.

At critical moments, this was extremely important.

Just like now, using reverse possession, he delved into all the White Sun Holy Mother's memories and origins. He didn't even know how strong the power triggered this time was.

At this moment, he seemed to transition from a bystander into the scene.

He could walk through the images, to trace back to where he wanted to go.

He walked the path of the past, arriving at the cave where Qi spent his last days.

He saw Qi, still full of resentment even in his dying moments.

"Who are you?"

Qi raised his head to look at Yu Ziqing.

He suddenly raised his hand, shooting out a flame. The flame turned into a rope, attempting to bind Yu Ziqing.

However, the flame passed through Yu Ziqing's body as if he didn't exist.

"Who I am is not important.

I am just here to tell you a piece of good news, and a piece of bad news.

The good news is, human cultivators will pull those deities down from the nine heavens, making them disappear into the dust of history.

And the bad news is, the things you left behind will become a great calamity for humanity in the next era, one without deities riding on people's heads."

Yu Ziqing extended a finger and tapped Qi's forehead.

Images unfolded in Qi's mind.

Land filled with corpses, starving ghosts covering the sky.

Hungry ghosts emerged.

Chanting machines that only know how to recite scriptures.

But following that, he saw fertile fields covering the land, people eating their fill, no longer needing to spend daily on expensive Incense Candles or worship deities.

Even seeing common people watching as an evil cultivator was beheaded publicly...

Scenes flashed by, Qi's expression shifting between happiness and rage.

After a moment, he raised his head to look at Yu Ziqing.

"Why tell me these things?"

"I currently have the power to completely erase it.

But I thought, if I could, I would tell you.

Your lifelong pursuit was to drag deities from the clouds, even if you eventually went astray, your original intention was good.

Because no one from your era knew which path was correct.

But all pursued the path they believed correct, exhausting all efforts, spending their entire lives.

I felt it necessary to tell you in your dying moments, you ultimately succeeded; I don't want you to die with regret.

Your final unwillingness will become the most important factor in catalyzing its emergence."