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The old man was speechless after hearing Feng Changyun's words.

Feng Changyun was right. Even the three thousand worlds did not interfere with each other. Why should the three thousand worlds sacrifice for the world created by one person if he wanted to survive?

Are they worthy?

I don’t know how much time and energy it will take for the world to develop and survive.

where are they?

Without a word, they snatch away the luck needed to keep the world going, and even treat this as a game, harming people at will.

Is this fair?

Have they ever considered what will happen to the living beings in the three thousand worlds?

They don't care about the life and death of the Three Thousand Worlds, so why should Feng Changyun care about them?

She is not a saint, she only knows that this world should not have existed in the first place.

If it didn't exist, there wouldn't be so many problems later on, and people in this world wouldn't have to worry about what to do.

Feng Changyun believes that most people in this world do not know the truth of this world.

But they are the vested interests. They have survived because so many people have been sacrificed to keep the world running. Now they have to pay the price for it.

No, that's not even the price.

Just let them stop drawing luck from the Three Thousand Worlds, and they will perish. She doesn't even need to do anything.

Feng Changyun is not an extremist, but after seeing so many worlds almost destroyed, especially the tragic situation in which three-fifths of the population of the interstellar space died, she wishes that everyone here would die miserably.

If this day really comes, she will not be happy or sad about their death, she will just watch coldly and witness their death.

Use the demise of this world to comfort the restless souls underground and let them rest in peace.

And those taskers.

They use all means to complete their missions in the Three Thousand Worlds. I wonder if they can still be happy when they see their homeland gradually disappearing.

They seemed to enjoy destroying their world.

Seeing that Feng Changyun was not joking, the old man's face lost all color. He staggered to his feet and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he turned his head to look at Feng Changyun, and said with trembling lips: "I know, I know that this is immoral, but I will not watch the world destroyed."

"Feng Changyun, we just want to survive. I don't think this is wrong."

"You came here from three thousand worlds and want to see this world destroyed. I don't think it's wrong. We have different positions, so we each rely on our own abilities."

Feng Changyun ignored him and just looked at him coldly, with a strong murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

The moment the old man turned around, a spiritual power as thin as a hair instantly wrapped around the old man's neck, and before he could react, it quietly cut off his head like a sharp blade.

No matter who it was, no matter what he did.

As long as he has any intention of harming the Three Thousand Worlds, Feng Changyun will not tolerate him.

The three thousand worlds can no longer withstand any twists and turns.

The old man stared at her with eyes full of disbelief.

He seemed not to believe that Feng Changyun would really kill him.

From the information he knew about Feng Changyun, Feng Changyun would not kill people like this.

But he obviously miscalculated.

For the sake of the three thousand worlds, Feng Changyun is willing to sacrifice her own life. Is there anything she dare not do?

She doesn't care even if it means destroying the world.

Feng Changyun burned the old man's body, threw the ashes into the sewer, and left, finding a place to start her retreat again.

When I came out again three months later, I found out that someone had exposed Ai Chang's affair.

Not only was Ai Chang's matter exposed, but also the fact that Ai Chang extracted the energy of the three thousand worlds to maintain the operation of the world.

The world is now in panic, and the Internet is even more polarized.

Some people think that continuing to draw luck from other worlds is not a bad idea. As long as they can survive, what does it matter? What does the life and death of others have to do with them?

They just want to live? What's wrong with that?

Some people think that this kind of robbery is very bad. Robbing the fortune of the three thousand worlds, what will happen to the three thousand worlds?

If they have to kill others to survive, they would rather die, at least they won't feel guilty.

Feng Changyun looked at the rumors on the Internet. She would not be angry at their shamelessness, nor would she be happy that someone was standing on the side of the Three Thousand Worlds.

No matter who it is, no one can change her determination.

Feng Changyun chose to go into seclusion again, and shortened the time even more.

I'll come out and watch it every once in a while.

I don’t know if it was because the Heavenly Dao handled it too perfectly, or because she was too cruel, but there was no news for a long time.

Ai Chang remained quiet throughout.

Well, the Heavenly Dao has done so much, but if they still allow the taskers so many loopholes to exploit and continue to snatch luck from the three thousand worlds, wouldn’t everything they have done become a joke?

Not long after, Feng Changyun saw a piece of news breaking on the Internet.

An earthquake occurred in xx, triggering natural disasters such as tsunamis.

When she saw this news, she clearly felt that the world's fortune had begun to decline.

Without the supply of luck from the three thousand worlds, it is obviously impossible to use the remaining luck here to maintain the operation of the world.

Without the support of luck, the world will perish sooner or later.

The earthquake and tsunami are just the beginning, the real disaster will come next.

Feng Changyun watched their deaths coldly. She had already made up her mind to watch the world destroyed with her own eyes and never give them any chance to breathe.

But when she really saw in the news that more than 80,000 people died in the earthquake and countless children and elderly people were crying over the bodies of their loved ones, she couldn't help but tear up.

Feng Changyun turned her head and forced herself not to look at those things.

Those who lost their loved ones in the disaster are certainly pitiful, but if they don't die, the three thousand worlds will be even more pitiful, and then only more innocent people will die.

Whether to kill one person and save a hundred people, or to save one person and kill a hundred people, has never been a problem that Feng Changyun needs to worry about.

This is what she is doing now.

Feng Changyun suddenly remembered an unsolvable proposition she had seen before.

There is one person lying on one side of the train track and ten people lying on the other side. Should the train go on the track with one person or the track with ten people?

No matter what choice is made, it seems that someone will inevitably be sacrificed, and it is not the right choice.

But if she were asked to choose, she would choose the originally planned route. No matter how many people were lying on the tracks, it would not affect her judgment. She would only do what she thought was right.

After all, who knows if choosing the track with fewer people will result in a head-on collision with another train, causing even greater casualties.

This is the dilemma she faces now.

On one side are the three thousand worlds, and on the other side is life and death in front of her. She will only unswervingly choose the three thousand worlds, but she cannot really be so indifferent to the life and death of people in this world.

So she found a cave to meditate in, not wanting to see those cruel sacrifices.

Watching too much will damage your spiritual heart.

Witnessing the death of so many people is a very cruel thing. A normal person can be driven crazy.

Feng Changyun thought that her heart was not that cold and hard, so she could only find a place to hide and turn a blind eye.

She stayed in seclusion for a long time.

If this world were to be destroyed, she might also die in this catastrophe, but she no longer had any regrets.

Everything that needs to be done and said has been said.

The only regret is probably that I can’t continue to be by my Master’s side.

Feng Changyun thought of the Immortal Lord Bei Ming for a while and then continued her retreat. While meditating, she felt the earth shaking beneath her.

She opened her eyes and jumped out of the retreat, only to find that all the mountains had begun to collapse, and the town at the foot of the mountain had been buried by the rubble and soil that had rolled down from the mountain.

The real catastrophe has already arrived.

Those who said they would think of other solutions did not seem to come up with any useful solutions, and things have developed to this point.

The speed is so fast that people cannot react in time and have no time to prepare countermeasures.

Feng Changyun pursed her lips and flew down the mountain. One meter away from the riverbed where the mudslide flowed, she saw a tender little hand stretching out from the mud, hanging weakly on the ground, covered with mud.

The owner of the hand was trying hard to run out before he died, leaving many scratches on the ground, but unfortunately he was unable to crawl out.

The hand was covered with scars, cracked nails, and skin turned inside out. It looked like the hand of a child under ten years old.

Feng Changyun's breath choked, her face suddenly turned pale, and she turned her head away to avoid watching this cruel scene.

She flew into the city again. Due to a large-scale earthquake, a deep ravine appeared in the center of the city, swallowing countless tall buildings into the crack.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and earth. No sound could be heard. The silence was so frightening that it made people feel uneasy.

Feng Changyun moved to another place and saw thunder rumbling in the sky. Countless lightning bolts were striking the ground madly, and the whole city was wrapped in lightning.

The screams continued, and she stood on the roof with a numb expression on her face.

She saw people lying on the ground, twitching all over, charred by lightning, and emitting a smell of barbecue.

Feng Changyun calculated with her fingers and found that without the supply of luck, this place had become a deserted planet, with no life left and disasters happening one after another.

When all the living things here die, this world will completely become a dead planet with no signs of life.

She saw the world disappear bit by bit, the sky began to collapse, and the cries and screams were endless.

I don’t know how long this went on, the number of corpses increased at an exponential rate, people, animals, and insects were all dying.

Even the flowers, plants and trees began to wither.

No matter what they did, they could not stop the catastrophe from continuing.

Feng Changyun finally experienced firsthand the despair that Si Chen felt when he led the immortal cultivation world to desperately resist the catastrophe ten thousand years ago.

She did not try to resist the catastrophe. Just watching it every day made her feel short of breath, and even her spiritual heart began to become unstable.

What is more difficult than resisting a catastrophe is to watch it coming while you can only watch and do nothing.

The people of this world did not know before what kind of disaster the Three Thousand Worlds had become because of them.

They are just ordinary people, the most ordinary members of the masses, living ordinary lives.

How cruel would it be for them if they suddenly knew the truth about the world one day?

If that person had not created such a world in the beginning and had not thought of borrowing luck from the three thousand worlds, so many things would not have happened.

Why should we watch these people die miserably now?

It was unknown how long it had been, so long that Feng Changyun could no longer sense any breath of life.

She saw the earth split in two, and saw the night fall in an instant, and a strong smell of death spread to every corner of the place.

There is no living thing in this world anymore. In the endless despair, there are only ruins everywhere, but no trace of any human being.

Feng Changyun stood alone in the darkness, surrounded by death.

She stood on the tall ruins, looking at the ruins with an expressionless face.

She is the only one left in this world.

She did not die in the catastrophe and became the only living thing here.

When the darkness dissipated and the sun came out, she walked through every corner of the place inch by inch, dug the bodies out of the ruins with her own hands, cremated them and buried them together.

The world seemed to suddenly become quiet. Feng Changyun looked into the distance and saw a gust of wind blowing from nowhere. Even the sound of the wind was eerily quiet.