The gravitational pressure beneath the Morey Earldom grew increasingly viscous, thick enough to be felt as a physical weight upon the soul.

  Del sat upon the ink-jade throne in the center of the Grand Hall. Deep within his sea of consciousness, the bio-chip that had remained silent for so long was now pulsing with a frantic, crimson light. Griffin, as the Deputy Master of the Inquisitorial Temple, had accumulated decades of "Divine Decree" energy and fragments of universal laws within his body. To the chip, this was an unprecedented gargantuan feast. As the percentages of the analysis flickered upward, Del felt his spirit being pulled into a frigid, inorganic simulation space.

  【Core computing power has overflowed. Conducting deep logical restructuring.】 【Detected high-value emotional negative entropy. Generating evolution branches...】

  Del’s vision pierced through the void. Three phantasmal images, each radiating a sinister aura, slowly unfurled before him like ancient, tattered scrolls.

  The first phantom was a madman, bare-chested and wild. He held a blood-colored longblade, laughing maniacally before a sect gate wreathed in roaring flames. The saber-qi surrounding him possessed a demonic magic capable of hooking into the darkest, most carnal desires of the human heart. The scene flickered—it showed him in the forbidden grounds of his sect, shredding his elder brother’s robes, lost in a trance of ultimate madness amidst the wails of his sister-in-law and the roars of his kin. Then followed forty-nine days of siege, and the man dancing his chaotic, mind-shattering blade dance even at the moment of his exhaustion and death.

  The second phantom was a moonlit forest where an elf danced a final, fatal dance amidst the iron hooves and chains of dwarves.

  The third phantom was a catastrophe of cosmic proportions on a cerulean planet, where thousands of miles of corpses mutated and were ultimately obliterated by the Gaia consciousness.

  Del’s gaze lingered on the third option—the planet-shattering power—for a moment, but then a self-deprecating smirk touched his lips.

  "Destroy a planet? I haven't even finished dealing with the illegal construction on my own territory yet. Let’s skip the 'pie-in-the-sky' drama. Chip, have you become a bit too ambitious lately?"

  He ultimately turned his eyes toward the first phantom. That state of madness—tearing through ethics and social order in a desperate situation, that insanity of "what if the whole world is my enemy"—actually caused a long-lost resonance within his cold, hardened heart.

  "Select the first path. Since I’ve chosen to be a Black Buddha, I won't expect to cultivate some merciful fruit of enlightenment."

  【Instruction confirmed. Importing "Sin-Breaking Demonic Blade: Mind-Chaos Chapter."】 【Since the host is not a blade-user, the chip will automatically extract the "Mind-Chaos Intent" to reshape the Black Buddha Fist Intent and the Black Wind Sword Domain.】

  Boom!

  A violent surge of energy, so fierce it nearly burst his meridians, exploded from Del’s heart. Upon Del’s originally fair, almost scholarly skin, dense rows of dark-gold Sanskrit runes instantly crawled. His bones let out thunderous cracks under the immense pressure, every inch of muscle being forcibly compressed and reorganized.

  This agony far surpassed any previous evolution. In a daze, Del once again saw the vision he had witnessed when he first acquired the Black Sand Fist. Back then, it was a lonely man on an endless wasteland of black sand, punching frantically until his fists were ground down to bone, until the black sand was tempered into steel.

  But this time, the vision had changed.

  Above that black wasteland, dark red brambles began to grow. Each thorn was like a demon whispering in his ear, speaking of greed, slaughter, and forbidden desires. The man throwing punches was no longer merely a practitioner of asceticism; every time he struck, the surrounding space produced countless overlapping phantoms—postures of him sinking into different desires and then fighting his way out.

  "The so-called Black Buddha is a demon unbound by the world's rules."

  Del snapped his eyes open. His pupils had completely transformed into pitch-black vortices, devoid of any other color.

  【Evolution complete: Black Buddha Physique ascending to—"Great Dark Heaven: Indestructible Body."】 【New Passive Intent acquired: Mind-Chaos.】

  Del slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. In the void, the originally stable gravity field produced a "distorted" fluctuation. This fluctuation was no longer simple physical suppression, but a strange distortion that allowed space to generate "emotions."

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  He could feel every cell in his body acting like a miniature black hole, not just swallowing mass, but consuming the surrounding sanity.

  "Master..."

  Allen and Eagle were standing outside the Grand Hall. They found, to their horror, that the shred of reverence they held for Del was instantly converted into a morbid intent to kill and a primal, sickening lust. Allen looked at Eagle’s neck, and a sudden impulse to decapitate him surged in his mind; meanwhile, Eagle stared at a distant maid, his breath becoming as heavy as an old ox's.

  "Wake up."

  Del’s voice boomed in the hall, carrying a gravitational oscillation like a great bronze bell. Allen and the other man shuddered violently and collapsed to their knees, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs. In that moment, they had felt as though they had fallen into an endless hell, their sanity crushed by that strange wave.

  "Master... is this the power of a 'God'?" Allen asked, his voice hoarse.

  "No, this is the power of 'Man'. It is the filthiest and most real part of the human heart." Del rose from his throne, stretching his somewhat stiff neck. "Griffin’s hypocritical holy light can illuminate the shell, but it cannot shine into here. This 'Mind-Chaos' force... from now on, it shall be called the hidden energy of the Black Buddha Fist."

  The dark-gold runes on his body faded, but the "suction" that seemed ready to swallow everything nearby grew more restrained. Del walked onto the plaza before the Grand Hall. The three hundred disciples were currently at the limits of their physical endurance. Del didn't speak; he simply waved his hand.

  The gesture was incredibly light, carrying not even a whisper of wind. But the moment the gravity wave passed, the air of the entire plaza seemed to be ignited by some hidden desire. The eyes of the once-steadfast disciples began to lose focus. What they saw was no longer a harsh instructor, but the treasure they most craved, the enemy they most hated, the most private lusts of their hearts.

  "Kill!" one disciple suddenly screamed, lunging at his companion.

  Del snorted coldly. The gravity field intensified tenfold, forcibly flattening all chaos.

  "Griffin’s energy didn't just repair the chip; it allowed me to see the true end-point of the 'Black Wind Sword'."

  Del unsheathed the Black Wind Sword. Now, the blade shimmered with a viscous, blood-red light like a deep abyss—a mutation caused by the demonic blade intent.

  "This sword style is no longer just for killing the body. It is for destroying the heart."

  Del looked at Allen, his tone icy and detached.

  "Your Black Sand Anchor is too clean. If you continue like this, at most you will become a strong piece of wood. Go to that trench stained by Griffin’s blood and sit there for seven days without sleep or rest. I will have the chip plant the seed of 'Mind-Chaos' into your consciousness. If you can be like that bladesman—keeping a final sliver of demonic intent while being besieged by the world—only then will your Black Wind Sword truly be considered to have entered the gate."

  "Yes, Master." Allen didn't hesitate. He turned and walked into the darkness.

  Late at night, Del sat alone atop the dome of the Grand Hall. The chip inside him was still humming; the reinforcement of the 【Great Dark Heaven: Indestructible Body】 made him feel powerful beyond measure. His body was now like a dense stellar core in the process of collapsing.

  "Analysis resolution... 10% remaining..."

  Del closed his eyes, sensing the "Mind-Chaos" intent within him. That loneliness of being the enemy of the world actually reminded him of certain past events. On that distant blue planet, he had also brandished a blade named "Survival" within the narrow confines of an office cubicle, under countless indifferent gazes.

  "Heh. It seems that no matter which world it is, 'Mind-Chaos' is the norm."

  Del let out a self-deprecating laugh and unsheathed his sword. His sword danced so quickly that even gravity began to warp. Above Black Wind City, countless blood-colored sword shadows layered upon each other, each one carrying the madness of that dying bladesman.

  In the moors outside the manor, the observers lurking in the shadows let out muffled groans in unison. They felt as if their brains were being stirred by a red-hot iron. Even though Del was miles away, that mind-shattering intent traveled along the gravitational ripples, drilling precisely into their seas of consciousness.

  "He’s mad... the Master of the Morey Earldom has gone mad!"

  A supervisor fled in terror. Del stood on the heights, watching the fleeing shadows with indifference.

  "Master," Eagle stepped forward, his voice tinged with unease. "The depth of Black Wind City has reached three thousand meters. But we’ve discovered some strange stone carvings at the lowest level. The aura on them... feels very similar to that sword strike you just made."

  Del’s eyes shifted. He leaped, falling straight into the thousand-meter abyss.

  Three thousand meters underground, a massive stone wall stood tall. The art was grotesque, depicting a madman with a blade—but beneath his blade, he was decapitating false gods.

  Del’s chip issued a piercing alarm.

  【Detected kindred law fragment!】 【Target identity confirmed: The previous 'Punisher' of this planet.】

  Del stared at the carving, looking at the arrogant back of the bladesman who remained defiant even in death. Suddenly, he let out a low laugh.

  "It seems the 'Gaia consciousness' of this planet really hates disobedient people like us."

  He reached out and pressed his hand against the stone carving. In that instant, the entirety of Black Wind City shook violently. The originally dark-gold gravitational ripples turned into a bottomless, bloody red.

  The analysis resolution finally shattered the 95% barrier. Del looked at the carving of the shattered false god and suddenly turned to Eagle with a remark:

  "Eagle, do you think these gods like to paint themselves in this golden, shiny way just because they are actually too ugly to look at?"

  Eagle froze, not knowing how to respond.

  Del ignored him and looked at his own hands. That power over matter and desire gave him an unprecedented sense of reality.

  "Chip, do you think if I press this planet into a single brick, the Gaia consciousness will come out to settle the score?"

  The chip didn't answer; only the cold countdown continued to flicker. Del knew the true storm had only just begun.