Holding Rain

Standing before you is the Quicklime Martial Saint, the founder of the Taiyang Fist, the Flower Folding Master of Dinghu, Half-step Master Invincible Under Heaven, the First Sword of Xuanmen, the Judicial God, and Taiyi.
...
After the end of the Dharma, a time of grand corruption descends, the world devoid of spiritual essence, and the system of Dao fruits takes precedence.
Embracing Dao fruits, ascending step by step, thereby possessing the power of gods and saints, transcending the ordinary to achieve holiness.
'Just like this,' Jiang Li said while summoning a dog, 'Heavenly Dog, bite him.'

Taiyi Dao Fruit

The Nuo mask had a slightly yellowed luster, appearing to be of someone in their thirties. Except for the absence of eyebrows and eyes, it looked no different from the face of a doctor.


And as the face was removed, the Taiping Sect doctor completely lost his vitality, evidently deceased.


"This..." Jiang Li hesitated, "Isn't this a bit too cruel?"


It wasn't that he disdained such acts. Jiang, although he had a bottom line, wasn't particularly saintly; he was the same man who had shackled his own tribespeople. It's just that generally, anything cruel tends to have side effects, and Jiang Li certainly didn't want to test things on himself.


"There's no choice. Witchcraft is too ancient. Back then, survival was the priority, and there wasn't much talk about benevolence, righteousness, or morality."


Chapter 168: The Taiping Sect's Unworldly Affairs