"Since the mixed-bloods have such low aptitudes, why don't we revoke their right to cultivate!"
"The hybrids are stealing the purebloods' chance to cultivate! But no matter how much they cultivate, they cannot become immortals! "
"Get the mixed-bloods out!"
Looking at the protesting crowd, Zuo Dao frowned slightly, not saying a word.
The voice spoke up again: 「 Hybrids cannot be acknowledged by the Tendo, unable to become immortals, and lacking in talent, they use society's resources to cultivate. In the end, they will only lower the standard of human cultivators, dragging down the development of society as a whole 」
The next moment, Heretic felt the scenery in front of him move rapidly. He seemed to have arrived at another city.
He saw a mixed blood who pretended to be a pure-blood to join Immortal Academy being captured. Immortal Academy was collecting heroic talents, nurturing them as immortal ascension seeds. Meanwhile, this mixed blood pretended to be a pure-blood to join them, obtaining large amounts of cultivation resources. Once this was exposed, it immediately triggered public anger.
He saw that in the Dao Academy, a mixed-blood had ambushed a pure-blooded genius out of jealousy, crippling him. This had caused a conflict between the mixed-bloods and pure-bloods in the entire Dao Academy.
He saw a mixed-blood being bullied by the entire Dao Academy. In the end, he couldn't stand the humiliation and committed suicide.
He saw mixed-bloods being treated unfairly and having their cultivation resources deducted by the teachers of the Dao Academy. He also saw mixed-bloods hiding their identities and entering the Dao Academy. Some of them even mated with other pure-blooded humans of the opposite sex, producing the next generation of mixed-bloods.
Then, he saw these children who were found to be mixed-race at birth being abandoned …
Mixed-bloods and pure-bloods, violent conflicts erupted everywhere. In the long years, conflicts grew more and more frequent in the cities, and the overall cultivation level of the entire society also declined year by year. The only difference was that in some cities it was severe, while in others it was mild.
"If no one changes all of this, if the hybrids continue to reproduce and spread like this, what will the result be?"
The light and shadow in front of him changed rapidly. Heretic seemed to see a hundred years in the future … a thousand years in the future … In this society, everyone was a mixed-blood. No one could become an immortal or a god. The average level of cultivators in the whole society kept dropping.
"In the end … it will become like the Four Great Cities of yours. The path to immortality for all of humanity will be completely severed, and humanity's Immortal Dao technology will deteriorate year by year."
"Did you see that? This is the result of the continuous survival and reproduction of mixed bloods. "
"Your efforts and perseverance will only lead to the decline of human civilization. So … do you really want to persist?"
The nightmarish voice questioned Heretic in his heart again and again.
The Nightmare Mind Stealing Art created all sorts of tragedies, conflicts, and hopeless futures that appeared in front of him one after another.
He even pulled Heretic's consciousness into the illusions of his inner demons, allowing him to instantly experience the emotions of countless mixed-bloods and even pure-bloods. There seemed to be no end to them.
He turned into a mixed-blood prodigy and experienced the pain of being stuck at the tenth realm, forever unable to break through to the Immortal God Realm.
Sometimes, he was a pure-blood cultivator who joined the anti-mixed-blood group and began to attack mixed-blood cultivators.
Then, he became a pure-blood girl who was tricked into marrying a mixed-blood. Looking at the mixed-blood child she gave birth to, he felt the pain of being tricked.
The next moment, he turned back into an ordinary mixed-blood civilian and died in the bloodbath of the purebloods.
He even turned into an Immortal God in the sky and felt that the mixed-bloods on the ground were all pests. He ordered his subordinates to gather all the mixed-bloods in the city and lock them up, forbidding them from interacting with the purebloods.
Again and again, all sorts of grudges, helplessness, and pain erupted in Heretic's heart.
As the Nightmare Mind Stealing Art attacked, Heretic's consciousness slowly loosened. His Sumeru avatar's resistance grew weaker and weaker, gradually falling under the Dutian Great Spirit Official's control.
At this moment of danger, Heretic was in his dream as a mixed-blood child. Due to his poor cultivation aptitude, he didn't even qualify to enter the Dao Academy. He hated his bloodline and hated his parents for giving birth to him.
A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Heretic! The Dutian Great Spirit Official is attacking your consciousness, you have to persevere. "
This was Great Elder Jiao Jiao, who used Dream Heart Sutra to infiltrate Heretic's dream.
A trace of clarity flashed in Heretic's eyes. With Jiao Jiao's reminder, he instantly realized his current state.
However, the Nightmare Mind Stealing Art's dream was not a simple dream. Under all sorts of mental demons, Heretic's heart began to waver.
He sighed, "But the Dutian Great Spirit Official was right … mixed-bloods really have no future …"
Pain appeared in his eyes, "We can't ascend and become immortals. The more mixed-bloods develop, the more it will affect the development of all of humanity."
Mixed-blood, pure-blood … Two opposing emotions flowed endlessly in Heretic's heart. He felt as if his consciousness was about to boil. His mind was filled with contradictions, and he felt like he would never be able to solve them.
Jiao Jiao yelled, "Heretic, think of yourself, think of Zhou Bai …"
However, before Jiao Jiao could finish, the Dutian Great Spirit Official snorted, and the Nightmare Mind Stealing Art swept up Jiao Jiao's consciousness, pulling her into another dream. Countless mental demons were also born there, suppressing Jiao Jiao's Dream Heart Sutra.
Without Jiao Jiao's interference, Heretic's consciousness sank again, and he was pulled faster and faster.
His consciousness experienced all sorts of things, but less than a minute had passed in reality. As Heretic's hands and feet twitched, the Dutian Great Spirit Official felt like he had already taken control of half of Heretic's body.
In fact, if it wasn't for the Sumeru Technique avatar's resistance, the Dutian Great Spirit Official only needed a thought to take over Heretic's body. However, even with the avatar's obstruction, it was only a matter of time before he took over Heretic's body.
It was at this moment that the distant horizon turned dark. A black cross rushed towards the Great Spirit Official like a meteor. Wherever it passed, a black hole would be torn open in the sky. It was as if a black sun had risen from the sky, dripping black mud that filled the sky. It was as if a black rain had fallen.
Looking at the black Void Cross, it was like a pitch-black storm was sweeping over. Everywhere it passed, the world was permeated by layers of void power. All the immortals present were shocked. Ming Yue's gaze was incomparably complicated.
The figure in front of them with the storm was Distorted Shadow, who had activated Berserk Calamity.
"This is Zhou Bai?"
"What a powerful void pulse."
"Enter Luo Tian Realm, be careful when coming into contact with this power."
The immortals had experienced Zhou Bai's terror during the battle in the Celestial Court. Although they believed in the Dutian Great Spirit Official's strength, they didn't have the confidence to defeat Zhou Bai, so they all hid in Luo Tian Realm.
The Dutian Great Spirit Official already knew that Heretic wasn't Zhou Bai when he used the Nightmare Mind Stealing Art to take over Heretic's consciousness.
Now that he saw the real Zhou Bai charging over, he laughed. "Good timing. You've saved me a lot of effort."
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