Gold-Tier Keyword, Civil War Illusion God

[Year 69, Age 88.]

[Drawing trait...]

[Draw successful!]

["Civil War Phantom God" (Golden Legend):

When fighting against your own people, you can see through your opponent's weaknesses. Striking these weaknesses will amplify the impact of being targeted.

Definition of "own people": Same race as you (Human race), or of a different race but having a positive interpersonal relationship with you (such as friends, lovers, master and disciple, etc. Passersby and enemies do not count).

Rotten oranges are rotten oranges. If my teammates don't listen to me, I'll tell you two words: take off!]

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"This is great. When fighting foreign races, I'm a strict father; when fighting the human race, I'm the Civil War Phantom God. I lack nothing now!"

Chen Yi adjusted the traits with a beaming smile.

[You replaced "Formation Master" with "Civil War Phantom God".]

[Five Regions, Xiliang, Fanjia City.]

[On the dust-filled streets, people wrapped themselves completely in black dust-proof silk scarves, walking hurriedly.]

[You and Zhenpin were walking here.]

[Even with the heavy dust, it couldn't penetrate within a meter of your bodies.]

["Old monk, are you sure the Blood Moon headquarters is here?"]

[With the fast horse Black Wind, your round trips between the Five Regions and the Holy Land were extremely fast.]

[With your help, Zhenpin also went to the Holy Land to participate in the Holy Land's support program led by God Xiaoyao, which aimed to help highly talented peak Soul Condensation cultivators break through to the Martial King realm.]

[Zhenpin lived up to expectations. Without using the Light Charm Crystal, he successfully broke through on his first try under the Ten-Person Method.]

[Even someone as highly talented as Long Yang unluckily failed once. Fortunately, with the Light Charm Crystal, his cultivation realm didn't drop, and he broke through in his second attempt shortly after.]

["Holy Son, after years of visits, undercover work, spreading informants, and turning enemies, this poor monk can say with absolute certainty that the core headquarters of the infamous Blood Moon organization is definitely right here!"]

[You helped Zhenpin break through to the Martial King realm, and he was deeply grateful.]

[Hearing that you were investigating Blood Moon, he swore to do only this one thing for the rest of his life, determined to help you uncover them.]

[Of course, he wasn't investigating alone.]

[You used your authority and connections to provide him with plenty of manpower and resources.]

[Now, there were finally results.]

[You only hoped that this time the Blood Moon headquarters was truly found, allowing you to catch some core figures, reform them through the Myriad Soul Banner to obtain all intelligence, and thereby destroy the organization.]

[Rather than being like the previous times, where you thought you found Blood Moon personnel or strongholds, only to realize it was just one of their many hideouts. You hadn't caught any important figures, only grunts who were clueless about the organization's details.]

[Zhenpin pointed to a mansion by the road and said.]

["This is the place."]

[You looked up.]

["Tang Manor?"]

["On the surface, this is the residence of the Tang family, the local tyrants of the city. In reality, Master Tang and his family are all disguised high-level members of the Blood Moon organization.

The training of Blood Moon's assassins, intelligence gathering, assignment of assassination missions, management of the organizational structure, and personnel appointments are all conducted here."]

["Old monk, you investigated quite thoroughly. You must have put in a lot of effort."]

["It is all thanks to the Holy Son's full support. This poor monk couldn't have done it alone."]

["I told you, don't call me Holy Son. If you must, just call me handsome."]

["Lord Handsome, you have shown this poor monk heavenly grace; it is only right that I use a respectful title."]

["Alright, suit yourself."]

[With that said, you kicked open the tightly shut doors of the Tang Manor.]

["Open up! The Xiaoyao Holy Land is here to deliver warmth!!"]

[Your divine sense had already covered the entire city; no one's movements could escape your detection.]

[After you broke down the door and shouted the words "Xiaoyao Holy Land," five figures immediately soared into the air from the backyard of the Tang Manor.]

["Five Martial Kings? Good heavens, we really might have caught a big fish this time!"]

[You let out a loud shout. Executing the pinnacle realm of the "Star River Divine Art" with a Martial Saint realm cultivation base, the powerful gravity control caused the ground and buildings around you to completely deform.]

[As the targets of your martial arts, the five Martial Kings found themselves flying lower and lower.]

[With a single glance, the "Civil War Phantom God" marked out everyone's weaknesses for you.]

[For instance, the middle-aged bald man on the left had a text bubble hovering over his head that only you could see.]

[Weakness: Because of his ugly appearance, his wife had a long-term affair with the handsome neighbor. It wasn't until his son grew up to be exceptionally handsome and resembled the neighbor that he realized something was wrong.

Simply shouting loudly, "Why is your son more handsome than you?" will break his mental defenses and greatly affect his state of mind.]

["Oh? So that's his weakness?"]

[There were also more normal weaknesses.]

[For example, the half-white-haired woman on the right had a text bubble on her forehead that read:]

[Weakness: Consumed "Thousand-Year Black Ice" to break through to the Martial King realm, resulting in a cold and weak constitution. Fears fire-attribute damage.]

[You noticed that some people had several bubbles floating above their heads. This meant they had many weaknesses, and there was always one that would hit home.]

[Dealing with people whose cultivation realm was lower than yours, the "Civil War Phantom God" was completely unnecessary.]

[With a sweep of the Myriad Soul Banner, their souls were directly suppressed.]

[Taking advantage of their momentary daze, you stepped with the "Starry Sky Seven Divine Steps," using bizarre movement techniques and lightning-fast speed to suddenly deliver two solid punches to each of them.]

[Your fists were Qilin Arms, after all!]

[What flesh and blood body could withstand such a pounding from you?]

[Those who could reach the Martial King realm all had some tricks up their sleeves.]

[But the dying struggles of these five people only delayed their deaths for a brief moment.]

[After finishing them off, you controlled the Myriad Soul Banner to collect all their souls inside.]

["Reform!"]

[The Myriad Soul Banner clamored.]

["I can't reform them! There's something wrong with these people's souls!"]

["What? There are souls that even you can't handle?"]

["These souls were refined and forged; they are not genuine souls."]

["What? Souls can be refined?"]

[It was your first time hearing such a thing.]

[Among Old Shen's eighteen paths, you had seen the path of puppetry. Among the puppets that could be refined in this path, there was one called a human puppet.]

[Those with exquisite skills could make them indistinguishable from real humans.]

[But they were not true living beings; they were puppets controlled by their refiner.]

[However, human puppets only involved refining human-like bodies. Who had ever heard of refining souls?]

[How could the souls of these five Martial Kings also be refined? How was it done?]

[Even the Myriad Soul Banner, a soul specialist, hit a blind spot in its knowledge at this moment.]

[It could only reform genuine souls. For something that was artificially created by someone else, there was simply no such thing as "reforming" it.]

["Don't worry, buddy. Let me try and see if I can read their memories..."]

[The Myriad Soul Banner put in some more effort, even borrowing a bit of your Martial Saint-level power to assist.]

["It worked! But why are their memories so bizarre?"]