Niu Chang despised indulging in dramatic monologues; every word he uttered served the purpose of garnering inspiration and honing his skill, the Great Compassion technique.

This pursuit arose from his profound kindness and an overwhelming sense of compassion; he was driven to alleviate the world's problems.

He drew inspiration from a phrase he had encountered in his previous life, "If I don't enter hell, who will?"

In his situation, it transformed into, "If I don't kill them, who will?"

The world remained harsh, populated by unjust people. Birth itself burdened mothers with suffering, followed by fathers toiling to provide.

In the end, it was an endless cycle of suffering and hardships. He couldn't help but wonder, why was this fate not equally shared?

Why did those favored by the lottery of life end up born into opulent families?

What set them apart from himself?

Where lay justice?

Where was equality?

Driven by these questions and a yearning for justice, Niu Chang, with his benevolent heart, stepped onto a metaphorical stage, grasping a butcher knife, determined to bring equality through death.

"Should they all perish by my hand, wouldn't it signify justice and deliverance?"

With each strike, his intentions were laced with goodwill and boundless compassion. If they succumbed, it was well; if not, it meant they sought more suffering to fathom the world's cruelty.

Yet, his perception shifted upon learning about Western monks. A disdain for this group burgeoned within him, though he'd never encountered one.

His sense of righteousness couldn't abide their pursuit of personal gain, harming the innocent to attain immortality—truly audacious.

Regarding the aftermath of his lethal blows, he remained oblivious, for none survived his assault.

Even Da Jiu, who endured a mental collapse amid crippling fear, suffered comparatively less due to his extensive damage.

Meanwhile, Lan Xin, who emerged unscathed from the star cannon, faced a fate worse than mere mental turmoil. Her anguish surpassed Da Jiu's, shrouded in a shadow of fear.

Engrossed in contemplation over his technique, Niu Chang shook his head. "I'm here to alleviate your suffering, so why must you resist?"

The sophisticated second brain operated logically, limited in its ability to birth novelty or enhance existing concepts.

Only the mercurial human mind, easily swayed by its surroundings, could birth inspiration and foster creation.

Before long, the remaining saints entered his field of vision. Notably absent were the departed bull demon and the man with numerous wives.

Lan Xin relied on her celestial board for support, countering the aftermath of Niu Chang's Great Compassion technique.

‘I aspire to expand the repertoire of skills for this technique, but inspiration proves elusive. Passive skills that apply universally to all my attacks remain.’

The sole skill within the Great Compassion technique was "Benevolence."

Its nomenclature was justified, as Niu Chang's intervention stemmed from benevolent motives – why else would he engage in alleviating others' suffering?

The imposing World End Fortress behind Niu Chang quivered intensely, eventually shattering into fragments. Radiant flecks of light emanated, converging upon Niu Chang and assimilating into his form.

‘Could this be the intervention of world saints?’

Though he still could not directly perceive holy power and his technique and skills remained at the golden core level, Niu Chang deduced from his knowledge. Saints had transitioned to a higher life form, their holy power undergoing qualitative transformations that enabled them to influence the very fabric of the world.

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For them, sealing external spiritual qi and dispersing independent qi were elementary tasks, bereft of the need to draw upon their inner worlds.

Yet, spotting an unfamiliar figure from the opposing side, Niu Chang couldn't suppress a frown.

He had already declared his intentions; how could another entity breach his battlefield, bypassing the karmic bond without triggering the system?

‘System fault? Impossible,’ Niu Chang mused.

The lone plausible explanation rested in the robust background of this handsome young man before him.

‘Someone hailing from the upper realm?’

Niu Chang spat disdainfully to his side.

The seven saints, excluding the young man, maintained a watchful gaze on Niu Chang. Despite their perceptive abilities, no irregularities registered within his form.

No energy leaked; he seemed as vacant as an empty vessel.

Yet, none dared belittle him. In a single move, he dispatched one advanced-stage saint, incapacitated another, and engaged the last in a struggle to quell her injuries.

This underscored the realization that Niu Chang's techniques, even without harnessing holy power or reaching the saint realm, retained potency against them.

Direct energy manifestations like fire, water, wind, and lightning posed minimal threat to saints, easily quashed by their holy power.

However, when a technique traversed the boundaries beyond physical manifestation, vigilance waned.

Difficulty emerged because the saints lacked a precise methodology to counter such an approach. Who would devise such a technique when a mere snort could vanquish any golden core opponent?

‘No trash talk?’ Niu Chang's disappointment was palpable as an air of solemnity enveloped the saints.

A noteworthy fact emerged: Da Jiu had fallen.

[Acquired karma point…]

Though the count was substantial, it scarcely perturbed Niu Chang. The prospect of accruing additional karma points held scant purpose, for fear that system adjustments would impede his major realm progress.

Niu Chang's energy reservoir underwent minimal alteration since he was incapable of sensing holy power. The ancillary benefits paled in significance compared to his formidable energy cache.

However, individuals like Gu Fa and those bearing the Shen surname on the continent failed to transmute into karma points.

This stirred speculation regarding the Continent's Lord, prompting Niu Chang to ponder an alternative agenda.

The silence persisted, and Niu Chang voiced his discontent. ‘Why the silence? Are you only proud when facing those weaker than you?’

A sigh escaped, punctuating his words. ‘So, all of you are just third-rate villains, no different from common mobs.’

The thrilling battle he had anticipated lay shattered and trampled upon.

"My day is ruined, and my disappointment is beyond measure," Niu Chang finally vocalized his frustration for their ears.

"Now, how do you intend to compensate me for this mental distress?" Niu Chang inquired, seeking an amicable resolution.

No one responded; the saints maintained a poised composure, displaying the demeanor of experts.

Niu Chang's brow furrowed, and he pressed on. "How about each of you lend me your heads to quell my mental turmoil?"

Still met with silence, he covertly probed for any hidden actions, yet his endeavors yielded naught.

While unable to perceive holy power, Niu Chang refused to remain idle. Ultimately, all matters could be distilled into interactions between two points. If the first point eluded him, he'd employ the second to gauge the situation.

Accordingly, Niu Chang actively scrutinized his condition.

"Are you all mute or something?" he erupted suddenly, kindling his fervor.

Even Niu Chang refrained from mocking their mother's alleged trysts with animals. He likened his situation to a high schooler seeking a college brawl only to be met with kindergarten children.

"What saint? What holy power? You're naught but clowns clad in ostentation and feigned sanctity."

His gaze singled out the handsome young man. "And you! What kind of animal dung fills your skull? Why bring these mutts and swine if they lack the courage to utter a word?"

"Bringing dogs might have been a wiser choice – at least they know how to bark!"

Uninformed spectators, much like those frequently portrayed in xianxia tales during confrontations with illustrious figures, would invariably interject.

"Is he blind? Unaware that XX is a saint capable of obliterating him with but a thought?"

"From whence does this country bumpkin hail?"

"I've witnessed much folly, yet this... this surpasses them all. Was he born of a pig?"

These voices were genuine, products of Niu Chang's own second brain. The desire to orchestrate a face slapping turning point surged within him.

However, cruel reality denied him such satisfaction.

Maintaining his uninhibited demeanor, Niu Chang persisted in his soliloquy while simultaneously tuning into the cheering cacophony within his own mind.