This is the power of the Ghost Slayer Path; if you are weaker than me, you don't stand a chance.
Clang, that was the sound of the blade being blocked.
Gu Jianlin held the blood-red ghost knife in reverse grip, expressionless. The crimson blood Qi flowed along the blade as he easily parried the horizontal slash from the tachi, causing invisible ripples in the Void.
"I know what you're thinking; why hasn't my blade broken? If everyone thought about problems as you do, only using common sense, then this world would be absurd and laughable. You are trapped in the cocoon of thought you set up for yourself, finding a ridiculous belief to worship, trying to cover up your fear."
Gu Jianlin glanced at the ancient and imposing awakening bell, including the believers kneeling before the ancient bell: "Unfortunately, are such people really useful? They cannot help you solve problems, nor can they save you in critical moments."
