Li Muyang defended himself with conviction.
After all, he had always been saving the world, his character was far from extreme, and he had no inclination toward becoming corrupted.
To take it a step further, even if Li Muyang encountered deep-seated hatred, he would only seek revenge on the rightful culprits.
He wasn’t the kind of trash who would lash out at society in retaliation for personal frustration—how could he possibly become a destroyer of all things?
Li Muyang boldly explained everything, but Wei Suyi remained indifferent.
The old man held a bronze lamp, calmly listened to everything Li Muyang said, and then coldly responded, “What you said is reasonable, but you are of the Evil Vein Clan; you carry their power within you.”
“The Evil Vein Clan can enslave Ancient Evil Gods and command the unique power of the Evil Vein.”
“But correspondingly, there’s also a chance for these Evil Gods to invade your body, retaliate, and seize control of you.”
“Jiang Xiaoyu is an Ascendant with great power; you’ve tirelessly worked to save the world, and indeed, your merit is immeasurable.”
“Yet, if you were ever parasitized by an Evil God in the future, all of the power you have now would fall into their hands, and the harm caused would be unimaginable.”
After Wei Suyi finished speaking, Li Muyang was momentarily dumbfounded—What the hell! There’s actually this sort of angle?
Li Muyang instinctively wanted to argue.
But the next second, Wei Suyi coldly interrupted him: “From your perspective, of course, you feel wronged.”
“However, from the perspective of all beings under heaven, the odds that someone like you, an Ascendant, might become a world-ending demon… Even if there’s only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, I believe no one in the mortal world would be willing to gamble on it.”
“Killing you is the best way to extinguish the threat for good!”
After Wei Suyi finished speaking, Li Muyang was completely speechless.
“You…”
If this was how things were explained, what was left to argue about?
Wei Suyi’s reasoning was simple: as long as there was even a one-in-ten-thousand chance of Li Muyang becoming a demon, he had to be eliminated to prevent it…
“You damn old man,” Li Muyang muttered helplessly, “If I genuinely become corrupted in the future, you’ll be the first one I come for!”
With that, he no longer bothered reasoning with this old monster.
When it’s been said to this extent, is there even any point in continuing the conversation?
Li Muyang immediately withdrew the remains of Mo Immortal and rushed toward the old monster, unleashing his strongest self-destructive ability on the spot.
Meteor Strike!
Beneath the resounding explosion that shook the heavens, an enormous mushroom cloud rose into the sky above the Shilan Mountains.
At the same time, in the underground foggy domain, Li Muyang opened his eyes and found himself back atop the Green Saber Mantis.
“Wei Suyi, this damn old man, doesn’t budge an inch.”
Li Muyang whispered to himself with a headache.
But he couldn’t deny it—if viewed from others’ perspective, erasing a potential risk like Li Muyang was indeed the optimal solution.
No one dared to gamble on whether Li Muyang would truly succumb to corruption in the future. Under such circumstances, it was best to eliminate the threat while it was still a sprout.
Wei Suyi’s argument, from a logical standpoint, was flawless.
Kill Li Muyang, and one could sidestep a catastrophic disaster… even if Li Muyang himself was entirely innocent.
Yet, faced with such a scenario, even Li Muyang himself would hesitate—should an entire world’s fate hinge on the gamble of sparing one virtuous person who had yet to commit any wrong?
“Never thought I’d one day end up as the sacrificial victim of an elevator dilemma.”
Reflecting on the scene just now, Li Muyang narrowed his eyes.
“However, while I was fighting earlier, Ghost Mansion Seven hesitated, and Jing Muan showed signs of wavering.”
“Only Wei Suyi and Dou Sujiu responded to my attacks…”
Li Muyang mulled over everyone’s reactions and felt there was still room for maneuvering.
Qing Hui and Xie Liuyun were already showing signs of hesitation; their resolve to kill Li Muyang was no longer as steadfast.
If he could sway the Immortal Artifact Masters Xie Liuyun and Qing Hui—both of whom shared history with him—away from participating in the encirclement, he wouldn’t fear mere Wei Suyi and Dou Sujiu.
Perhaps he could even return to the Cultivation World one day.
But how could he ensure Xie Liuyun and Qing Hui fully sided with him?
Hmm… He’d have to think of a way.
Li Muyang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and composed his thoughts.
The Green Saber Mantis was still forging ahead, though its simple-mindedness was apparent—it lacked any true intelligence.
But perhaps that simplicity was an advantage; the instinct-driven actions of the Green Saber Mantis might actually lead it to find the way through the mists.
Since it had navigated the vast fog of the Peaceful Realms before, breaking through this underground domain’s mist shouldn’t be too tough.
Feeling reassured, Li Muyang ceased interfering with the Green Saber Mantis’ direction.
At this time, he finally cleared the “Buddha’s Heart Demon” level, though a new game hadn’t loaded yet. “God-Killer Simulator” was still stuck as well.
For once, the perpetually beleaguered Li Muyang had a moment of leisure.
He no longer needed to battle endlessly within the games.
Seated atop the Green Saber Mantis and watching the mist swirl past him, Li Muyang squinted his eyes in thought for a while before taking inventory of his items.
The Meatbone Cyan Garment was still chasing Chou Yuyan, though it seemed to yield little result.
Li Muyang began pulling out the Little Wild Grass statues he had collected and arranged them neatly atop the Green Saber Mantis’ head.
Before long, his immediate vicinity was filled with rows of Little Wild Grass figurines.
Each figurine was lifelike, emanating the breath of Little Wild Grass.
These statues were crucial to reviving Little Wild Grass.
But Li Muyang had to verify their authenticity.
He’d encountered counterfeit Little Wild Grass statues before, and such forgeries carried certain dangers.
Now that he had some downtime, Li Muyang decided to test each statue for authenticity and discard the counterfeits.
He took a deep breath and crushed all one hundred and nine statues one by one, observing their healing process.
Most of the Little Wild Grass statues, after being crushed, absorbed nature’s spiritual energy to slowly restore themselves without any abnormalities.
But among the 109 statues, a total of thirteen produced hordes of vicious, grotesque maggots when crushed.
These maggots emitted a sinister aura and tried to regenerate, but Li Muyang obliterated them all.
“The Netherworld Saint Spirit really has no scruples…”
Li Muyang muttered to himself.
Before, Yu Chan had stolen thirty-two statues from the Netherworld Saint Spirit, and Li Muyang suspected it was this old monster who forged the fake statues and scattered them in the Mortal World.
This creature intended to disrupt the revival of Little Wild Grass.
These counterfeit statues, imbued with sinister energy, if incorporated into the revival ritual and absorbed by Little Wild Grass’ remains…
No one could predict what calamity might arise once Little Wild Grass revived after ingesting such malevolent energy.
Thankfully, Li Muyang had stumbled upon the existence of these forgeries by chance.
Having cleansed himself of those fakes, Li Muyang gazed at the piles of shattered statue fragments before him and exhaled heavily.
“Next, I just need to find Miao Fengjun and retrieve the eighty-something statues in his possession, then grab the colossal statue worshipped by the Jiang Family in the Ancient Resentment Well. That should suffice.”