"No peace shall be found."

A figure stepped out from the layers of mist shrouding the Zhenwu Sect, traversing a hundred zhang in a single step, and within moments, reached three hundred li beyond, landing atop a somewhat desolate peak.

"Human Emperor, if you advance further, this will be the territory of the Zhenwu Sect. In the past, Daqian had agreed to grant three hundred li around the Zhenwu Sect to us. Are you now planning to go back on your word?"

Qing Yu stood with hands behind his back, looking at the figure appearing on the horizon with indifference.

"Qing Yu—"

Before the words could land, the small figure instantly expanded, as if shrinking the earth to a mere inch, appearing from the distant horizon right before him.

"You and I both know that such promises are of no use to either of us."

The Six Emperors also stood with hands behind their back, their robust and all-encompassing aura silently spread out, pressing heavily upon Qing Yu, "Today, we offer you two choices: relocate the Zhenwu Sect or let it face destruction."

There was no mention of Qing Yu's own safety, for the Six Emperors knew that killing Qing Yu might be even harder than killing the Demon Buddha.

The Demon Buddha at least wouldn't run, while Qing Yu's speed of movement was considered the first in the world.

"Is the Human Emperor so confident they can surpass this humble Daoist?"

Qing Yu's face showed no emotion, as the mighty aura akin to Cangtian bore down, opposing the aura of the Six Emperors.

This confrontation displayed the strength of both sides; or rather, it was evenly matched. At least on the surface, the aura of the Six Emperors couldn't suppress Qing Yu, while Qing Yu calmly withstood the Six Emperors' pressure, seemingly with energy to spare.

Of course, judging by the Six Emperors' expression, it's not clear that they were exerting their full strength.

"Even if the Human Emperor can surpass this humble Daoist by a bit and destroy the Zhenwu Sect, is the Human Emperor not afraid that this humble Daoist will vent his fury on Daqian civilians?" Qing Yu said indifferently again.

The extremely despicable words were spoken with such normalcy, without a trace of harshness.

But the Six Emperors knew that Qing Yu might indeed be capable of such vile deeds. This True Martial Dao Jun was truly the heir to the Dao Ancestor, with a mental state like the heavens, akin to the Supreme Forgetfulness.

In his eyes, there was no discernible way to act, no concern with whether an action was despicable or not, only whether it was necessary.

This was evident when Qing Yu participated in the Nine Heavens; blood had already stained his hands with countless lives, and he didn't care about a few more, or even tens of thousands more.

"Do human lives in your eyes become nothing more than a series of numbers?" the Six Emperors asked coldly.

"Aren't human lives in your eyes also just a series of numbers?" Qing Yu retorted.

"Human Emperor, I admire your sacrifices for the Human Race, and I respect your efforts to carve a path through that barbaric land. But you've also said that you are ultimately the product of the Human Dao Will's reshaping, being the Human Emperor, yet not the Human Emperor."

Qing Yu raised his hand, using True Qi to conjure a scale, upon which appeared 101 small figures, one on the left, one hundred on the right.

"The essence of the Human Dao Will is ultimately the survival of the Human Race, its core being an extremely cold program. If faced with the choice to kill one to save a hundred, it has a fifty percent chance of choosing to kill one to save a hundred. The remaining fifty percent isn't about protecting one without saving a hundred, or attempting to protect one while saving a hundred, but rather ignoring it entirely."

Qing Yu waved a hand to scatter the illusion, the 101 small figures being smashed, "Because they are insignificant."

"Compared to a population base measured in billions, these 101 individuals are truly insignificant, and the Human Dao Will wouldn't be moved. Simply put, the numbers are insufficient, the value inadequate."

This is the ruthlessness of those in power and a quality they must possess.

This has nothing to do with whether one is benevolent but rather the choices one must face from that position. Just like a general who loves soldiers like his own sons still adheres to the principle of 'a benevolent man does not command an army' when on the battlefield.

Humans have value, and those in power must assess that value to make choices.

"You and I stand at the pinnacle of this world and should already have perceived the coldness of this world. Benevolence is far beyond either of us," Qing Yu said indifferently.

All have once stained their hands with endless blood, and talking about benevolence might seem a bit absurd.

The words of Qing Yu were not denied by the Six Emperors, who continued, "It cannot be denied that there is some truth in your words. In the past, we also sacrificed the few for the many, and not just once. But this does not prevent us from now standing in opposition to you and the others.

Compared to us, you and the others, your selfish actions are far too shameless."

"Very selfish indeed," Qing Yu readily admitted, "If everyone were selfless, perhaps this great calamity would not happen. But unfortunately, the reality is that everyone is selfish. I, the Supreme Taoist, the Sword God, the Sword God... we are all very selfish. Yet, we few control the majority of the world. In some sense, this is an unstoppable torrent."

At this moment, under Qing Yu's calm face lay a cold essence; if camp divisions were made, he would undoubtedly be a villain, the kind that oozes rot.

If such words were heard by those with righteous hearts, they might sacrifice themselves to achieve righteousness by slaying Qing Yu.

At least the current Six Emperors' gaze harbored a murderous intent as vast as the Three Rivers and Five Seas.

The scene suddenly quieted down, even the sound of the wind ceased. Silence flooded the peaks, the world becoming still and soundless.

Suddenly, the ground beneath began to crack, sinister fissures rapidly spreading, yet peculiarly, despite the extensive ground breakage, no sound could be heard, as if an invisible force had erased the sound.

In fact, the sound wasn't erased, but the medium through which the sound propagated was erased.

Qing Yu and the surroundings of Emperor Zhou were filled with an invisible yet tangible Qi Mechanism, expelling even the air. If anyone tried to force their way in, they would undoubtedly be crushed into a blood mist.

Thus, the two stood in deadlock, Qi Mechanisms clashing constantly, their bodies motionless but the invisible confrontation more vivid and perilous.

The peak beneath continued to fracture, cracks extending to the mountainside and further down.

The whole process proceeded soundlessly, even when debris fell, it was instantly crushed into powder, and further compressed by unseen pressure.

Crushing, compressing, under the pair's confrontation, destruction and violent reconstruction persisted in silence, the shocking scenes silently conveying their power.

As time passed, the sun in the midday sky quietly descended westward, casting a crimson glow that enveloped the figures of the two...

"Boom—"

The red glow of the sunset was overshadowed, the entire mountain peak abruptly erupted, shattered into countless dust particles, the pressure of their auras no longer contained, the weight shifted beyond this peak.

In that instant, the earth shook, mountains collapsed.

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