All I can say is... they're about equally ugly.

In response to Jia Xitong's suicidal protests, Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, took remedial action by cutting her hair into a cylindrical shape.

Director Shang's skills reminded her of Tony, who grooms pets. Her previous impression of him was completely shattered.

"Not bad, I guess."

The surface is cut so smoothly.

Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, felt that it wasn't as bad as she described.

"...You should give me some clothes to wear."

The raccoon is gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking both bright and melancholic. The key issue is that its head has been rounded off, making its chin almost indistinguishable.

The requirements are... numerous.

Shang Yanting frowned. He had no idea how to sew or make clothes. "Have you ever seen a magical beast that needs to wear clothes?"

"Am I just an ordinary monster? I'm a little raccoon!"

Xitong looked at him and said, "The clothes you used to make for me could fill an entire room. I even have a special little comb, a little golden bed, a little bag, and little shoes."

Life used to be so much better.

After careful comparison, only one conclusion can be drawn—"Director, have you changed your mind?"

"What?"

"It's okay, I can handle it."

The little raccoon just found a small handkerchief somewhere and started stuffing it with spirit stones and gold and silver. "Men are all like this. If you don't love me anymore, then you don't love me anymore. I really should set you free."

"I'm leaving, goodbye."

The raccoon spread its wings and flew over Shang Yanting's head, then he pulled it down. "Let's go."

He clearly no longer loves her; he's just thinking about how to get rid of her.

In the original story, Shang Yanting seems to have given up on struggling.

He carried the raccoon by her hind legs, leading her back to the populated town. He made her clothes, shoes, and a hand-woven little basket for sleeping, and even had the most skillful girl braid her hair.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"It's alright. But it's still far from what the director used to be."

Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting's face instantly darkened. Her former master was none other than the person in this world.

"Let's not talk about the past anymore."

He said coldly.

Mentioning this person reminded him of how much time he had wasted recently. What a coward! Did that person really think he could evade his pursuit by using a magical artifact to conceal heavenly secrets?

##

On the continent of Aotian, the Death Realm, which had remained unchanged for seven days, suddenly expanded, doubling in size in just one day!

Many people were forced to flee their hometowns, and some didn't even have the chance to escape, dying directly in the expanding death zone.

When the realm of death spreads and engulfs the entire continent, there will be no living people left in the world.

"Your Majesty, we have run out of time."

In the Temple of the God of War, everyone looked at Shang Yanting.

It wasn't for any other reason than that at this moment, only Shang Yanting had the strength to fight against the Demon Lord who created the Realm of Death.

"He's a madman."

“We have done countless things to accept refugees, but now, with the expansion of the death zone, there is famine everywhere. Some people in the community have already worshipped that demon as a god, hoping that we will make sacrifices.”

"That's only a small minority. They're all idiots."

"That man even killed his own subordinates. He had no intention of leaving anyone alive. He wanted to destroy the Aotian Continent."

...

Inside the main hall, Shang Yanting had not yet appeared. The elders of the various academies, as well as the mortal nobles who had come to seek protection, were all gathered together. The hushed conversations revealed their unease.

Just then, the red-robed attendant appeared.

The entire Martial God Hall fell silent.

The red-robed attendants stood apart, while the purple-robed attendant slowly appeared, behind whom stood the excessively young genius.

He held a half-open blue lotus flower in his hand.

To be precise, the lotus flower was currently floating on his palm. Its petals were only slightly parted, and it emitted a fluorescent green light.

A wisp of air emanated from it.

It doesn't resemble spiritual power, much less demonic energy.

Yet it gives people a sense of sacredness and profound knowledge.

"Does anyone know what kind of magical artifact this is?"

He stood on high ground, calmly looking at the crowd.

No one answered.

Upon seeing this, Shang Yanting added, "If we can make this thing bloom, our chances of defeating that demon will reach 70%."

Unfortunately, no one can answer this question. The reasons why the five gods became gods are unknown to any mortal.

However, he had anticipated this situation, and he could understand why this problem arose. But before the great battle, some things needed to be changed.

His gaze fell upon the purple-robed attendant beside him.

The purple-robed attendant's dazed gaze snapped back to reality in an instant. He slowly walked towards the main hall in the plaza outside, then raised the magical artifact in his hand. Before everyone's eyes, he personally shattered the white jade statue that had stood before the hall for thousands of years.

None of the other red-robed attendants stopped them, while the others couldn't help but exclaim, "Heavens!"

The most loyal believer actually smashed the statue of the God of War!

"The Temple of the God of War has enshrined the statue for thousands of years, receiving worship and being revered by the world, yet it did nothing when the world was in great peril."

The purple-robed attendant looked ahead, his voice booming like a thunderclap, "The temple will no longer worship the God of War. Destroy the statues, burn the deities; in this life-or-death situation, relying on oneself is worse than relying on the gods.

There is no God in this world!

Upon hearing this, the red-robed attendants responded one after another.

"There is no God in this world!"

In the eyes of many, the Temple of the God of War is a sacred entity. Many people worship the God of War because of the temple's existence. But the Temple of the God of War's actions at this moment are tantamount to a top idol's biggest fans abandoning them.

Many people were confused.

What's the point of pulling this stunt before the expedition?

Even those who had steadfastly believed in the gods began to waver. Shang Yanting lowered his eyes to look at the blue lotus in his hand. When the faith of the followers of the Martial God Temple crumbled, the light of the blue lotus dimmed for a moment.

They no longer worship the God of War, nor do they believe in any other gods.

This is why the blue lotus has become dull.

Why would Shang Yanting do this?

Since he couldn't become a god in a short time, he tried to smash the already formed chessboard, but the effect was minimal.

What a pity.

He didn't have more time to plan.

There can't be two Shang Yantings in the world; it's time to settle things once and for all.

He looked towards the distant Realm of Death shrouded in darkness and storms, and led all the powerful cultivators of this world to fight against himself from another world.

If the system in Jia Xitong's mind still existed at this moment, it might be so shocked by this scene that it would be speechless—the demon king who was originally going to destroy the world had actually led cultivators to become the protectors of this world.

at the same time

Shang Yanting, the author of the novel, opened his eyes in the Demon Palace.

His figure instantly moved high in the sky, looking into the distance with a cold smile.