Hundreds of Thousands of Living Souls Enter the Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner

After the Light of the Three Realms extinguished the snowstorm, Gao Yunyi did not stop there.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the Viewing Platform, and slowly raised one hand.

With a flick of his fingertips through the air, countless sharp Sword Qi burst forth from his body.

Transforming into an overwhelming, impenetrable Sword Shadows, like countless meteors falling to earth, they poured towards the remaining He True Person within the Sword Domain.

With all skill points maxed out, the power and number of Sword Qi in [Thousand Illusory Sword Shadow] are many times stronger than before.

Each sword beam was solid and lifelike, incomparably sharp, reaping a life as it swept across.

The leather armor, shield, and longbow that He True Person was so proud of were as fragile as paper in the face of this overwhelming Sword Shadow of sword shadows.

Sword Shadows surged like a tide, one wave subsiding only for another to rise.

Some were cut in half at the waist by the Sword Shadows, some were pierced through the chest, and some were torn to pieces by more than ten Sword Shadows before they could even react.

The remaining He True Person fled and hid frantically, but the Clear Sky Sword Domain had already sealed off the entire valley, and no matter how they struggled, they could not escape this small area.

Gao Yunyi stood on the Viewing Platform, his fingertips lightly tapping, and thousands of sword lights behind him flowed with his will, neither fast nor slow, yet endless.

He was like a shrewd butcher, or a merciless god, using the purest power to harvest the Hezhen True Person beneath his feet, who were already in dire straits, piece by piece.

Screams, wails, pleas for mercy, curses.

They were all annihilated amidst the Sword Shadows and the wind and snow.

After an unknown amount of time, there was no longer a single cry of a living person in the valley.

Hundreds of thousands of He True Person were wiped out, not a single one survived; they all perished at the foot of this White Mountain.

Corpses lay strewn across the field, blood flowed like rivers, and the entire snowfield was stained a glaring dark red.

On the Viewing Platform, Tie Lehun stood frozen from beginning to end, watching helplessly as one by one his tribesmen died tragically at the hands of that Han people.

He watched as the white-haired old man was pierced by the Sword Shadow.

Seeing the woman holding her infant child lying in a pool of blood,

Watching his bravest warriors being torn to pieces,

He watched as countless men who had once knelt at his feet, swearing to serve him to the death, were all turned into souls by his sword.

That despair and devastation completely shattered his pride and will as the White Mountain Wolf King.

His gaze gradually became unfocused, his pupils lost focus, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth, making strange hoarse sounds from his throat, but could no longer utter a complete sentence.

He clutched his head, spinning around erratically, muttering incoherent babbling as if trying to banish everything from his mind.

This once ambitious foreign overlord, who aspired to conquer Liaodong and seize the Central Plains,

Under this relentless onslaught of despair, he was driven to madness.

Gao Yunyi merely glanced at him coldly.

There was no pity, no sympathy, not even the slightest extra emotion in his eyes.

It was as if the mad foreign leader before him, like the corpses on the ground, was nothing more than a speck of dust he casually wiped away.

He casually waved his hand, and a Sword Shadow flashed past.

Tie Lehun's laughter stopped abruptly, and he fell straight down on the Viewing Platform, never to be heard again.

The White Mountain Wolf King Tie Lehun, along with his grand ambition to conquer the Central Plains, all turned to dust.

However, Gao Yunyi did not stop after slaughtering this group of foreigners.

He slowly raised his hand and conjured a jet-black banner.

[Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner].

The banner swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed from the size of a palm into a giant banner that blotted out the sky, hanging high above the valley and fluttering in the wind.

On the banner, black mist billowed and malevolent energy permeated the air, with countless hideous ghost faces vaguely surging and rising within it.

In an instant, a chilling wind swept through the entire valley, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

The mournful wails and piercing howls of the souls echoed between the snowfield and the sea of corpses, even more chilling than the earlier screams and wails.

The valley, which was originally bright and sunny, now seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable haze, with no sunlight able to penetrate, leaving only a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

From within the black mist, a hideous, vengeful ghost face slowly emerged.

It's Zhao Bufan.

He entered the Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner, transforming into the main soul, and now appears on the banner in his true form as a vengeful ghost.

Its crimson eyes surveyed the corpses scattered across the field below, and it grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs.

"Master, I entrust the souls of these He True Person to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless pitch-black chains, formed from Yin energy, stretched wildly out of the Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner, like thousands of tentacles, and wrapped around the corpses scattered throughout the valley.

The chains pierced through the corpses, hooking out the souls of the recently deceased True Person one by one, dragging them all into the Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner.

Hundreds of thousands of lives were lost, none spared.

What Gao Yunyi wanted was never just to kill them.

He decreed that these He True Person would not find peace even in death, their souls forever imprisoned within the Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner, unable to reincarnate or be reborn.

For all eternity, trapped in this dark and malevolent hell, adding a wisp of resentment to this banner, and accumulating a bit of power for the myriad souls.

He wanted this entire tribe from the White Mountains and Black Waters, along with their souls, to be completely wiped out of this world.

On that small hill in the distance,

Ximen Changhai stared blankly at the scene in the valley.

His fingers tightened slightly around the scabbard, his face filled with a mixture of complexity and horror.

He had spent half his life cultivating swordsmanship and considered himself accustomed to life and death, but this scene before him... completely overturned his understanding of the word "Immortal".

He had just been filled with awe, believing he could beg the Azure Profound Immortal Venerable to bestow Immortal Elixir to save his daughter's life.

But at this moment, gazing at the Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner that had swallowed hundreds of thousands of souls, an indescribable chill gradually crept into Ximen Changhai's heart amidst his awe.

This is hardly a compassionate and merciful celestial True Immortal; it is clearly a cold and ruthless Demon God of hell who holds the reins of life and death.

Zhang Qishan, standing to the side, held the swaddled baby tightly in his arms.

Looking at the black banners that blotted out the sky, the surging ghostly aura, and the soul-snatching chains in the valley, he trembled uncontrollably.

This chilling scene truly frightened him; his mouth was agape, his throat was tight, and he even held his breath slightly.

But as he stared intently at the figure in blue on the Viewing Platform, the burning sensation in his chest was not extinguished by fear.

He had witnessed the Immortal Venerable's resolute and awe-inspiring determination when he slaughtered the Hezhen soldiers to avenge him.

I also remember the kindness of the Immortal Venerable who, fearing he would get cold, ordered the Divine Dragon to gently transport him to this sheltered mountain.

So no matter how sinister and terrifying the scene before you may be

In his heart, the Immortal was always the benefactor who saved his life and avenged him, not some cold and ruthless demon Demon God.

When he looked up again at the figure in blue,

His gaze remained burning and unwavering.