Your God Is Useless
Just when these surviving Hezhen True Person were completely plunged into despair, their hearts filled with ashes, and their very strength to struggle for survival was about to be exhausted,
The sky,
Things changed suddenly.
Along the distant, continuous mountain ridgeline of Changbai Mountain,
A thick, leaden cloud rose up without warning and swept towards the blood-stained valley at a visible speed.
Amidst the clouds, a vast and turbulent aura faintly emanated.
Almost at the same moment, a strong wind suddenly arose.
That wind was no ordinary northerly wind.
It roared and howled, carrying with it a deluge of snow and ice, like millions of trapped beasts bellowing at the same time.
The snowflakes were instantly swirled into a snow curtain.
The sky was completely obscured, and the darkness deepened, as if the entire heavens were about to collapse.
A blizzard, an unprecedentedly massive blizzard, is sweeping towards this region.
However, none of the surviving He True Person trapped within the Sword Domain were afraid at this moment.
On the contrary,
When the raging wind and blizzard, carrying a biting chill, rushed closer...
Many He True Person knelt in the blood, having completely given up struggling.
Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes flashing with an unbelievable, burning light.
"It's a god! It's the god of White Mountain! It's the divine intervention of our He True Person!"
It's unclear who first uttered that hoarse cry.
Immediately afterwards, the entire valley seemed to be set ablaze like a powder keg.
Countless He True Person struggled to their feet, gazing up with wild joy at the churning leaden clouds in the sky.
Tears streaming down his face, he knelt in the snow, frantically kowtowing in the direction from which the blizzard was coming.
Our gods have not abandoned us!
"The gods sent down the snowstorm to save us!"
"No matter how powerful the Han people's gods are, they can't defeat the gods of Changbai Mountain! We are saved! We are saved!"
When people are driven to the brink of despair, they may unleash a near-manic frenzy once they grasp at a straw.
Just moments ago, True Person He was utterly despondent and powerless even to beg for mercy.
At this moment, they all knelt on the ground, raised their hands high, and shouted hoarsely.
They cried out and called upon the name of their own god.
They prostrated themselves in devout worship, their faces no longer showing the ashen color and despair of before.
Instead, there was a euphoric joy, like someone who had survived a catastrophe.
It was as if this blizzard was a divine intervention, sent to save them from the Han people gods.
They cried, they laughed, they shouted.
They were so fervent, as if they were placing all their hopes on those rolling dark clouds.
In their eyes, this blizzard was a miracle sent down by the god they worshipped.
It was the last glimmer of hope to save them from the brink of annihilation.
On the Viewing Platform, Gao Yunyi stood with his hands behind his back.
Looking down at the group of He True Person kneeling at his feet, tears streaming down their faces, filled with ecstatic joy,
He glanced again at the massive blizzard that was about to engulf him, and a mocking sneer slowly crept onto his lips.
In his view, it was just a blizzard that happened by chance.
These Hezhen True Person would rather place their hopes on a mindless snowstorm than admit that they were already at their wits' end.
They cried and shouted, thinking it was a divine intervention, but they had no idea that the only true God in the world was standing right in front of them.
Gao Yunyi slowly raised his hand, extending a single finger.
A tiny glimmer of light quietly gathers at your fingertips.
What a ray of light it was!
At first, it was just a tiny white glimmer, no bigger than a pinhead.
In the blink of an eye, that point of white light suddenly surged, transforming into a mighty pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth.
A beam of light shot upwards from Gao Yunyi's fingertips, piercing the Nine Heavens.
The dark, inky clouds that had almost crushed the sky were torn apart from the very center, creating a huge rift!
That was not the light of the mortal world.
The light was magnificent and boundless.
That light was domineering and brooked no disobedience.
It seemed to gather all the yang and purifying primordial power in the Three Realms. Once it was poured out, it could cleanse the filth, annihilate all things, and suppress all evil spirits and calamities.
[Light of the Three Realms]
Gao Yunyi lightly raised his fingertip, and the divine light that pierced through heaven and earth gently pressed down on the massive blizzard that was sweeping in from all directions.
In an instant, the world fell silent.
The blizzard was still howling wildly, sweeping in.
It crashed headlong into that vast divine light, like snowflakes meeting a furnace.
In an instant, it melted, disintegrated, and annihilated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The churning leaden clouds were cleansed by the divine light and shattered inch by inch.
The howling wind was suppressed by the divine light and came to an abrupt halt.
Even the overwhelming, sky-covering snow curtain vanished instantly under the divine light.
One moment it was a raging blizzard, a dark and chaotic hell on earth.
The next moment, it was a quiet valley with a clear blue sky and bright sunshine.
The raging blizzard was completely annihilated by this casually pointed divine light, leaving not a trace.
It was as if it had never existed.
The valley was deathly silent.
Those He True Person who were just kneeling on the ground, overjoyed, tears streaming down their faces, and loudly calling for the gods' protection...
The extremely fanatical expression on his face froze completely at that moment.
Their mouths were open, still in the posture of shouting and yelling.
But the ecstatic joy and hope in his eyes, as if he had survived a catastrophe, receded as quickly as the tide.
All that remained was a bottomless, ashen despair.
The god they worshipped did not appear.
What they thought was a miraculous blizzard was completely annihilated by the Han people immortal's casual flick of a finger.
It seemed that only now did they truly understand.
It turns out that the beings they had always believed in and revered as gods couldn't even withstand a single encounter with true Immortals and Gods.
Their last glimmer of hope was thus extinguished.
Someone slumped to the ground, motionless.
The weapon in someone's hand clattered to the ground, and they didn't pick it up again.
Someone opened their mouth silently, but couldn't even cry.
The entire valley was deathly silent.
All that remained were the frozen expressions on the faces of countless Hezhen True Person, and the deathly despair in their eyes.
Gao Yunyi slowly withdrew his finger, his expression remaining calm and composed.
It was as if the vast divine light that had just extinguished the wind and snow was nothing more than a snowflake he casually brushed away.
"Your gods are useless."
His voice was soft, yet it reached the ears of every Hezhen True Person clearly.
No one answered.
The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the sky cleared.
But there was no sound left in this valley.
Those hoarse shouts, fervent calls, and cries of joy just now...
They all seemed to have been annihilated by that divine light, vanishing without a trace.
In the sky, within the cracks in the clouds torn open by divine light,
The sunlight slowly spilled down, gentle and clear, illuminating this snowfield stained with blood.
But in the hearts of the surviving He True Person in this blood-stained valley,
But it sank completely into darkness, where not a single ray of light could penetrate.
"Your time is up. It's time to end this."
Gao Yunyi slowly opened his mouth,
The sound was devoid of any warmth.
And as the sound faded away,
There were also terrifying sword lights and dreadful Sword Shadows that blotted out the sky and were impenetrable.