Backed-by-the-Mountain Village gradually returned to peace.
Yu Yong and Zhou Xiaocui, along with the demons and monsters, had caused tremendous destruction. Many villagers had died; every household wore mourning, and the entire village was steeped in grief.
Yet life had to go on.
No matter what, farmers still had to till the fields to survive, leaving early and returning late, sweating like rain as they labored upon the land to obtain grain for worshipping the gods and filling their bellies. Thus they lived on.
Day after day passed, and Backed-by-the-Mountain Village gradually became utterly ordinary.
There was nothing special about it.
This remote village had always been this way. Even the rise and fall of dynasties had nothing to do with this little village. No matter how storms raged in the outside world, no matter how many heroes and great figures emerged, none of it concerned the people farming here.
In truth,
many stirring events had indeed taken place beyond its borders.
Jiang Ding's gaze pierced through vast stretches of space. Through the Great Sun Mortal-Immortal Sword Intent rooted in Yu Yong's soul, he saw certain things.
It was a battlefield.
On one side was a horde of demons and monsters: tyrannosaurs, starving wolves, bloodthirsty lizards, flying eagles, demonic bears with rows of savage teeth, and more. Amid these demons and monsters, military banners rose one after another, bearing tigers, leopards, wolves, and other designs. Their common feature was the character "Yu"—the Yu of the Dayu Dynasty.
As these demons and monsters gathered together, an inexplicable aura of "fate" actually rose around them!
This fate banned all laws. The fate of the Human Path truly displayed its divine wonder, even suppressing the power of incense offerings. The outlines of a human fate dynasty appeared here.
It was precisely this