Destroying You Has Nothing to Do with You!
Icicles continued to fall intermittently, each one carrying death as it crashed into the blood and remaining snow.
The valley at the foot of Changbai Mountain has been transformed into a veritable mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The hundreds of thousands of Hezhen troops had already suffered more than half casualties. The remaining troops were crammed into the invisible cage of the Clear Sky Sword Domain, crying, running away, and struggling, but they could not find a way to survive.
Some people knelt in pools of blood, kowtowing repeatedly to the blue- Immortal in the sky, their foreheads bruised and bloodied, sobbing and begging for forgiveness.
Some people held the bodies of their loved ones, weeping uncontrollably.
Someone frantically swung their knife, hacking at the invisible sword wall, until their tiger's mouth cracked and their curved blade shattered, yet they still wouldn't stop.
The scene was horrific.
But Gao Yunyi stood with his hands behind his back on the dragon's head, looking down at everything with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at a snowflake falling on the ground.
There was no pity, no sympathy, not the slightest ripple.
He had no intention of stopping, nor did he ever hesitate for a moment.
His idea was simple.
The goal was to eradicate and completely eliminate these foreign tribes living between the White Mountains and Black Waters.
This is not the world he originally came from.
The trajectory of his life in this world does not completely overlap with the blood-stained history book in his memories of his past life.
These Hezhen True Person before us haven't truly invaded Liaodong yet, nor have they breached any prefectural city.
They have not yet committed arson, murder, and looting on Han people lands, nor have they signed any treaties that humiliate or cede national sovereignty.
And no one can guarantee that the future will definitely happen.
Perhaps at this crossroads of destiny in this world, this tribe that rose up between the White Mountains and Black Waters will embark on a completely different path.
But so what?
Destroying you is none of your business.
Gao Yunyi has never been a person who follows the rules.
After embarking on the path of cultivation, he was no longer bound by rules, cause and effect, right and wrong.
He always acted solely based on his own likes and dislikes.
Those deemed worthy of rescue were rescued.
If you think something should be destroyed, then destroy it with a wave of your hand.
There's no need to explain to anyone, no need to give yourself a high-sounding reason.
He harbored murderous intent towards the He True Person, and this tribe, born in the White Mountains and Black Waters and Heilongjiang River region and whose nature was to slaughter and plunder, was destined to be wiped out by his hand.
Powerful and ruthless.
If one has to weigh the pros and cons and calculate right and wrong in everything, then wouldn't his cultivation as an immortal be in vain?
Since he has this power, he has the right to decide the life or death of a group of ants according to his own likes and dislikes.
This isn't being willful; this is arrogance.
So he stood above this blood-stained valley, his expression indifferent, ignoring the earth-shattering cries below and the hundreds of thousands of alien races struggling in despair.
All he had to do was wipe these beasts, along with their nascent ambitions, from this world.
He wasn't in a hurry. He had plenty of time to watch the people in this cage fall silent one by one.
The foreign tribes living between the White Mountains and Black Waters believe in the law of the jungle, thinking that as long as they are ruthless and strong enough, they can struggle to survive in this harsh land.
But they forgot that there were beings in this world a thousand times more powerful than their swords and bows.
The Clear Sky Sword Domain is not just a simple cage.
Those invisible Sword Intents and Sword Qi flowed Jingjing in the snow mist, permeating into the flesh and bones of every He True Person.
They could only watch helplessly as their bodies grew weaker and weaker.
Watching the icy rain fall intermittently from the sky,
Watching the people around me fall one after another,
Then wait for your moment to arrive.
Despair is more suffocating than death.
Several of the most arrogant Hezhen leaders, now kneeling in the blood, had long lost their former arrogance.
They clung to the sword wall, pounding on it frantically, their fingernails digging until they bled, screaming hoarsely:
"Let us out! I'm willing to serve the Immortal Venerable by holding his horse and putting it in the stirrups! I'm willing to hand over all my hunting grounds, cattle, sheep, and women!"
They'd give anything, just to save their lives.
But the invisible sword wall remained unmoved, while the Sword Intent grew stronger and stronger, shredding their internal organs.
In the distance, the shamans who had been shaking their divine drums and praying for divine protection were now slumped on the ground.
The divine drum in his hand rolled away, and the bronze mirror scattered all over the ground.
Their lips were bluish-purple, and they kept chanting the names of their He True Person Heavenly God.
But the gods he prayed to never granted his request.
This being, perched high in the clouds, seemed far more powerful and noble than any deity atop the White Mountain.
The gods they had worshipped their whole lives could not save them now, and they dared not even look at them.
Gao Yunyi took in everything, but his expression remained completely unchanged.
An elderly Hezhen knelt tremblingly in a pool of blood, his cloudy eyes gazing at the White Dragon in the sky, and he hoarsely shouted in broken Chinese:
"Immortal... Immortal Venerable! We are just poor hunters! It was Tie Lehun who forced us here! Immortal Venerable, spare our lives!"
Behind him, a woman holding a young child slumped to the ground; the child in her arms was already frozen stiff, and she was crying so hard she was almost speechless.
"My child... my child knows nothing, he's so young, please, Immortal, spare him..."
Another group of Hezhen soldiers dropped their scimitars, knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and shouted incoherently for mercy.
Gao Yunyi listened to the cries and wails without changing his expression in the slightest.
He had seen the same scene not long ago.
In that Han people village where the He True Person were slaughtered, when those innocent people knelt in the snow begging for mercy, did these beasts ever stop?
When the woman held her child and wailed, did Hezhen feel even a little bit of pity?
They begged for mercy simply because the executioner's knife was now in someone else's hands.
If it were the Hezhen army that breached the cities of Liaodong today, these people kneeling and begging for mercy would be a hundred times more ruthless, brandishing their butcher knives.
A wild beast is a wild beast; when hungry, it kneels to beg for food, but when full, it bites. He wouldn't let a pack of wolves, whose fangs were already bared, go free just because of a few cries.
Gao Yunyi's eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.
Until, out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of that small figure on the dragon's back.
Zhang Qishan was shivering from the cold.
He had been forcing himself to stay upright, gritting his teeth and staring wide-eyed at everything before him.
But the cold wind at high altitude was too intense. His thin, coarse cloth clothes were already soaked through by the wind and snow, his lips were purplish-black, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably. He could barely hold the swaddled baby he was tightly protecting in his arms.
Even so, he remained silent, forcing his eyes wide open, refusing to show the slightest fear, as if he wanted to witness the murderers who slaughtered his family receive their just deserts.
Gao Yunyi's gaze paused slightly.
He didn't turn around, didn't speak, but simply lifted his foot slightly and stepped out of the dragon's head.
The hem of his blue robe fluttered gently in the strong winds high in the sky.
He slowly descended from the clouds, step by step, as if stepping on invisible stairs, from the Nine Heavens above, to the log Viewing Platform soaked in blood.
The wind seemed to freeze at that moment.
The entire blood-stained valley, filled with mournful cries, suddenly fell silent in that instant.
The surviving Hezhen True Person, the wounded lying limp on the ground, and the man wildly wielding his knife—all seemed to have an invisible hand gripping their throats.
They all looked up at the figure descending from the sky, forgetting even to breathe.