Exposing Morax's Walk South with the Migrating People, Slaying Evil in the Night Like Chopping Vegetables, Gu Yuena Roars: Dou

His wife, Tian'er, watched silently, but felt a pang of pain in her heart for the lonely emperor.

The killing ended in a very short time.

In the forest of Rock Spear, not a single survivor remained. Only the shattered Divine Spark uttered a silent lament in the air.

Morax slowly descended, landing on the blood-soaked earth. He reached out, as if trying to grasp the dust swirling in the air, the last trace left by Guizhong.

But dust, in the end, cannot be grasped.

He stood silently for a long, long time.

Then he turned and walked toward his people who had survived and were looking at him with a mixture of fear, sorrow and reverence.

He offered no words of comfort.

Because any language seems pale and powerless in the face of such a tragedy.

He gave his first command as their new and only Gods in a low, hoarse voice.

"Head south."

The surviving people were stunned.

southward?

Leaving this home where they had lived for countless years, filled with beautiful memories of Lord Guizhong?

But when they saw Morax's lonely and resolute back, everyone understood.

Gu Li Ji is dead.

With the passing of the Dust Demon God, that name, along with all the laughter and joy, has become history.

Staying here will only condemn everyone to a life filled with painful memories.

An old man knelt down, trembling, and kowtowed heavily to Morax's retreating figure.

Then, more and more people knelt down.

They didn't cry out, they didn't complain; they simply expressed their loyalty in the most silent and resolute way.

And so, a silent and sorrowful procession began its slow migration southward.

Leading the way was their new Gods. He did not fly, nor did he use Divine Power; he simply measured the land, which had just been ravaged, step by step with his own two feet.

Behind him followed all his people.

They left the ruins, left their homes, and headed towards an unknown future.

Outside the [Light Screen], there was utter silence.

Everyone was deeply pained by this tragic scene.

"To end one massacre with another... and then, bearing all the sins and punishments, lead the Survivor to a new life..." Chang Gongwei's voice trembled slightly, "Is this... his 'contract'?"

"It's a covenant of protection," Lei Xiang replied. "He made a covenant of protection with Guizhong, and also with his people. Now, Guizhong has died because of him, and his people are suffering because of him. Therefore, he will fulfill this covenant in his own way, until the very last moment."

A complex emotion flickered in the Dragon God's enormous eyes. He recalled the destruction of the Dragon Clan, the siege by the other gods. If... if back then, the Dragon Clan had faced a Gods like this, willing to fight to the death for his people, willing to bear everything, would the outcome have been different?

The Dragon Prince beside him also fell silent. He had always been proud of the glory of the Dragon Clan, but at this moment, he saw something heavier and greater than glory in a Gods in human form.

That's a responsibility.

Gu Yuena's hand was held tightly by Tang Wulin. Her body stopped trembling, and she just quietly watched the shadow that was stretched longer by the setting sun.

"On what grounds?"

She suddenly spoke, her voice not loud, but like a thunderclap, exploding deep within everyone's soul.

"Why are the gods of the Douluo God Realm allowed to be high above, enjoying faith while being isolated from suffering?"

Why should he have to bear the pain of losing his best friend, having his home destroyed, slaughtering his own kind with his own hands, and carrying the burden of all the suffering that a civilization must endure to move forward?

"Why should I?!"

Her last sentence was almost a shout, her beautiful purple eyes filled with resentment and questioning.

This question wasn't just directed at Tang Wulin, but at the heavens, the earth, and all those who considered themselves gods.

Gu Yuena's question was like a sharp sword, cutting through the hypocritical facade of all the Gods and piercing the heart of everyone present.

Yeah, why should we?

Why should God be high above, isolating Human Realm from suffering?

Why should he have to endure all of this?

No one can answer this question.

Tang Wulin held her hand, feeling the tremor and resentment that came from the depths of her soul. He couldn't answer, because he also felt it was unfair. He thought of his own life, of the tragic wish of the Dragon Clan, and then looked at the lonely figure walking forward in the Light Screen. An indescribable emotion choked in his chest.

He could only hold her tighter in his arms, using his body heat to convey silent comfort.

The migration within the [Light Screen] continues.

As the sun sank completely below the horizon, night fell. The group stopped and lit several campfires in the open field.

Silence remains the dominant theme for this team.

People silently distributed the meager amount of food, and children slept soundly in their families' arms, their faces still bearing traces of tears.

Morax didn't rest.

He stood alone at the outermost edge of the procession, like an Eternity stone statue, guarding his remaining people.

In the darkness, something was lurking.

Those were remnants of war, demons drawn by the Chaotic Aura emanating from the Demon God Remains. They let out low growls in the darkness, their scarlet eyes greedily fixed on the vulnerable humans by the campfire.

The Survivor huddled together, their faces etched with terror. They had just escaped one massacre; were they about to face another?

Just then, Morax made a move.

He didn't turn around, nor did he even glance at those demons. He simply raised his hand slowly.

Buzz--

Without warning, Rock Spear burst forth from the earth, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, precisely piercing through every demon that tried to approach. There were no earth-shattering roars, no dazzling brilliance, only the dull thud of rocks piercing flesh.

The demons didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were nailed to the spot, turning into black dust that dissipated with the wind.

The entire process was clean, efficient, and even carried a cold precision.

After doing all this, Morax remained standing in the same spot, as if nothing had happened.

A mother holding her child watched that figure's retreating figure, and her tense body finally relaxed. She lowered her head, kissed her child's forehead, and softly hummed an old lullaby.

That song was taught to them by Lord Guizhong.

The singing was soft, carrying a deep sadness, yet also a strange sense of peace.

Gradually, more and more people joined this silent chorus. The songs gathered together, echoing in the quiet night sky, dispelling the cold and comforting broken hearts.