I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

Taihao's Thirty-three Layer Heaven, each ascent to a new heaven was a dramatic transformation, until the Thirty-three Heavens, standing at the peak of the Taihao Realm.

Countless powerful beings dwelt in the Thirty-three Heavens, numerous ancient Sects that commanded fear throughout Taihao had established themselves there, and those powers called Divine Sects all possessed Taihao Divine Objects as their anchors.

But now, whether it was the First Layer Heaven or the Thirty-three Heavens, chaos reigned, and slaughter was omnipresent, resembling a dynasty's apocalypse, incessantly plagued by strife.

Roaming the Taihao Realm, regardless of which layer of heaven, one could see slaughter everywhere, corpses lying around, and even streams dyed red with blood.

The chaotic Taihao Realm also witnessed an era of power struggles, with heroes roaring angrily against this chaotic world, ambitious and bold, wishing to restore peace to the realm.

There were also those who took advantage of this chaotic age to carve out their own territories, enslaving the common populace with their formidable powers, and reveling in the thrill of slaughter.

More abundant were the cries of the weak, struggling to survive in this chaotic world, living day to day in fear, never knowing when they might suddenly fall dead.

Some were numb, living each day as it came, finding joy in every fleeting moment.

Looking across the Thirty-three Layer Heaven, it seemed impossible to find a haven of peace, not even the vast mountains or deserted areas, which harbored people escaping the chaos and powers gathering strength in hopes of rising again, were free from the slaughter over resources.

At one village, smoke still curled from cooking fires the previous day, today it was littered with corpses, no survivors to be found, and fierce beasts, drawn by the stench of blood, were gnawing on dismembered bodies and licking up dried blood.

Yesterday, bustling towns teeming with people had become eerily silent by today, and not a single corpse was to be found in the empty towns.

A robust man wearing a hat, carrying a long saber, and armed with a spear, walked into the deserted town, observing its desolate emptiness, but the fruit in the stores remained fresh.

The meat at the butchers was not yet spoiled, but the people were gone.

"Another slaughter by the New World Sect's felons!"

The robust man muttered angrily, his words filled with rage.

The New World Sect, a power disturbing the peace and tormenting the populace, preached about creating a new world, their doctrine being to exterminate all the filth of the old world to welcome the lord of the new, establishing a pure new age.

The chaotic world was inseparable from the New World Sect, who seemed to have suddenly emerged from nowhere, quickly gaining power, and overnight, some powerful Sects were destroyed.

Now, order collapsed, war was ubiquitous, cultivation seemed solely for the purpose of slaughtering the weak, as only through killing could one feel the pleasure of growing stronger, the whole world appeared mad.

The powerful preyed on the weak, forming groups to expand their territories, to enslave more of the weak, treating ordinary people like livestock, abusing and trampling them without restraint.

The robust man crossed the town and continued on, gripping his spear even tighter, his eyes filled with determination. This world was sick, deeply to the bone, and to cure its illness, one must split open the bones, remove the diseased marrow, and let fresh blood flow through the world.

As the sun set, the long shadows cast by the descending light stretched the robust man's figure, and on the desolate path, he walked alone, with only himself remaining in the world.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a shriek pierced the air. The robust man looked toward the source of the cry and, taking a step, his body shot forward, rushing towards the sound.

On the road, a group dressed in white was attacking a carriage, a middle-aged man, along with two guards, desperately fending off the attackers.

On the ground, an old man and two guards lay dead in pools of blood.

"New World Sect, I have already given up my foundation and withdrawn from Lin City, do you still need to eradicate us completely?"

The middle-aged man roared angrily.

"If you cannot integrate into the new world, then you must vanish. Sinful beings do not deserve to live in the new world!"

A person in white spoke coldly.
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Boom!

The carriage exploded, and a beautiful woman, clutching a child of three or four, faced a slashing saber with a look of despair. She hugged the child tightly, shielding him with her body.

Puff!

Blood spurted out, and the child's scream was abruptly silenced as a long saber pierced through the woman's back and also stabbed through the child she held.

"Beasts of the New World Sect!"

The middle-aged man's eyes red with fury, charged towards the men in white. Just then, a clear voice called out, "Father!"

A young girl in green clothes flew into action, her sword thrusting swiftly through the throat of one of the men in white.

Landing, the girl saw her mother and brother killed, her eyes turned blood red, and with her sword, she attacked the men in white, but at that moment, the middle-aged man regained some composure, came beside his daughter, and said, "Qing'er, go quickly, don't worry about father!"

"Go? Once you are here, don't think about escaping. It's perfect, the whole family, neat and clean. This little girl, suitable for relieving stress after a big battle!"

A sinister laugh sounded as a gaunt, ghost-like figure appeared instantly, and with a wave of his hand, chilling power surged everywhere.

Puff!

"Qing'er, be careful!"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale with shock, blocking in front of his daughter, and received the blow directly, his face turning deathly white as blood within him seemed to freeze.

"Qing'er, go!"

The middle-aged man roared, using his last strength, he shoved his daughter away from the encirclement, but he was too late to dodge, and two long sabers pierced through his body.