2: It’s not that the group leader is not strong, but that the world is not doing its best.

In the Hunyuan World, within the Heaven Sword Sect's back mountain healing chamber.

Spiritual energy, so dense it was almost liquid, surrounded Su Qingyuan, who lay on a jade bed.

His master, the Heaven Sword Sect Leader "True Lord Xuanyang,", was channeling pure magical power into him.

He was attempting to heal the mysterious "Dao Injury," but with little success.

Su Qingyuan's face was as pale as paper, and the residual bloodstains around his seven orifices were horrifying.

That fleeting glimpse of a distant, otherworldly deity had not only severely injured his physical body.

It had also left an unhealable crack in the very core of his soul.

This caused his cultivation to plummet, making it incredibly difficult even to maintain the stability of his Golden Core stage.

"So much pain... What kind of existence was that... Just being gazed upon by It, my Dao foundation almost collapsed..." Just then.

A wave of cold, bloody demonic energy, without any warning, broke through the Heaven Sword Sect's mountain-protecting array!

The stone door of the chamber exploded.

A young man, dressed in blood-red robes with an evil yet handsome face, stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him were several demonic elders with profound auras.

"Old Xuanyang, still alive and well, I see."

The newcomer was none other than the Heaven Sword Sect's mortal enemy, the Young Master of the Blood Demon Sect.

— Blood Sky Grief.

He gazed greedily at the weakened Su Qingyuan and chuckled:

"Su Qingyuan, you've come to this? I heard that a few days ago you observed an otherworldly phenomenon, which damaged your soul and caused your cultivation to plummet. This Young Master has specially come to send you on your way, and, by the way, take your innate sword bone!"

True Lord Xuanyang's eyes widened in fury, shielding Su Qingyuan behind him:

"Blood Sky Grief! How dare you!"

Before he could finish his sentence.

Several elders behind Blood Sky Grief had already made their move.

Vast demonic energy transformed into a cage, trapping True Lord Xuanyang tightly.

Blood Sky Grief, meanwhile, grinned sinisterly, walking step by step towards the despairing Su Qingyuan.

A blood-colored claw, imbued with enough power to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, aimed directly for his heart!

And it was at this very instant.

In Gu Jianghan's sea of consciousness, the previously calm chat group panel suddenly erupted with dazzling blood-red alerts!

"[WARNING!]"

"[Group member 'Hunyuan World Weakling - Su Qingyuan' is facing a fatal crisis! Life signs are rapidly declining!]"

"[Ding! Emergency rescue mission triggered for Group Leader!]"

"[Mission Name: Group Leader's Might]"

"[Mission Objective: Save group member Su Qingyuan, eliminate all hostile targets.]"

"[Mission Reward: 5000 points]"

"[Do you wish to accept and teleport immediately?]"

Gu Jianghan did not hesitate.

With a single thought, he accepted.

However, the power of the Myriad Worlds Chat Group couldn't move him at all.

The force was like a tiny ant trying to move the human above it.

Gu Jianghan sighed.

His indescribable "body" began to stir, attempting to project a sliver of his will towards the coordinate named "Hunyuan World."

Then.

The entire myriad of worlds trembled.

The fragile world of "Hunyuan World" simply couldn't withstand even the slightest attention from Gu Jianghan's true form.

The moment he "moved."

The Heavenly Dao of the Hunyuan World let out a mournful wail.

Even the very laws that formed the cornerstone of the world began to crack inch by inch.

The sky, like a shattered mirror, was covered in fissures.

On the earth, mountains and rivers began to decompose and reassemble chaotically.

The very "existence" of all living beings became blurred and uncertain.

This world.

Merely because of Gu Jianghan's thought of "going."

It was on the verge of complete collapse and annihilation.

He had no doubt.

As long as his "foot" truly stepped into that world.

It would, within 0.00...1 Planck time.

Along with Su Qingyuan inside, turn into dust of nothingness.

"...Tsk."

Gu Jianghan let out a helpless click of his tongue.

No help for it, it wasn't that the Group Leader wasn't capable, but that this world was just too weak.

He abandoned the idea of going himself.

Instead.

From his own infinite "concepts," he separated a negligible thought.

This thought then differentiated into a clone, this clone then differentiated into another clone, and this clone's clone then differentiated into yet another clone... and so on.

On a plane that transcended the dimensions of time and space, it underwent hundreds of millions of dilutions and weakenings.

Until finally.

Only a dust-like fragment of will remained.

Then.

Gu Jianghan held this speck of dust and gently "blew" it towards the collapsing world... Hunyuan World, Heaven Sword Sect's back mountain.

Blood Sky Grief's demonic claw was less than three inches from Su Qingyuan's heart.

Despair enveloped everyone.

Suddenly, everything became still.

It wasn't time stopping, but a phenomenon even higher than that.

Blood Sky Grief's demonic claw, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, simply hung in mid-air.

The demonic energy particles that composed it seemed to be forcibly "locked" by an invisible power, unable to advance an inch.

He was horrified to find that he couldn't move, and even his thoughts were almost frozen.

A figure, without any warning, appeared before Su Qingyuan.

It was an ordinary-looking young man with black hair.

He wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, his expression indifferent, as if he were merely passing through.

He exuded no pressure, yet he made all the demonic experts present, including the trapped True Lord Xuanyang.

Feel an indescribable tremor originating from the deepest part of their souls.

Blood Sky Grief used all his strength to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "You... Who are you?!"

The young man, who was Gu Jianghan's clone.

Didn't even glance at him, merely remarking indifferently: "Noisy."

The moment the words fell.

Blood Sky Grief, and all the demonic elders he brought with him.

Their bodies did not explode, nor did they turn to ashes.

Instead... they simply "vanished" into thin air.

They were like smudges on a painting, gently erased by an eraser.

Their existence, their karma, all traces they left in this world.

Were, at this moment, completely and cleanly obliterated!

The trapped True Lord Xuanyang regained his freedom.

He stared blankly at everything, drenched in cold sweat.

Not a spell... not a divine ability... not even a law!

This was... Words becoming reality!

No, it was even more terrifying than that!

This was directly modifying 'reality' based on the world's rules!

He had erased the fact of 'Blood Sky Grief's existence'!

After completing all this, Gu Jianghan's clone finally turned his gaze to the stunned Su Qingyuan on the jade bed.

He extended a finger and lightly tapped his brow.

The "Dao Injury" that even True Lord Xuanyang was helpless against instantly vanished into thin air.

Subsequently.

Under the gaze of Su Qingyuan and True Lord Xuanyang, a gaze filled with fear, even mixed with fanaticism.

Gu Jianghan's clone also slowly dissipated like an illusion, leaving only a light, floating remark.

"Mission complete."

Terrifying to such an extent!

Shock, dumbfoundedness, trepidation.

Such words were no longer sufficient to describe the feelings of Su Qingyuan and True Lord Xuanyang at this moment.

Su Qingyuan had long understood Gu Jianghan's power.

Even so.

Even with his lifelong imagination, he couldn't grasp even the tip of the iceberg of Gu Jianghan's strength.

From the relief of surviving a catastrophe, he worshipped Gu Jianghan, who had granted him a new life, to the extreme!