Journey to Sacrifice to Heaven

Lin Daiyu's gaze was still trembling.

Even though she had tried her best to tell herself that the things before her were not human, that they were merely demons, beasts, or something else wearing human skin...

Still, when lives faded away like ash—not one or two, but swathes upon swathes of lives—she did not grow numb from killing too many. Instead, she became faintly afraid and lost.

The chieftains and nobles of the Tubo tribes, their thugs, and all the religious figures they believed in had been completely slaughtered. If their slaves were not counted, that civilization could practically be declared extinct.

The Yuezhi people in the south were much the same. They too were essentially a slave-owning civilization. Apart from the tribal chiefs and nobles, there were their lackeys, followed by religious figures and the like. These people enslaved and oppressed serfs a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand times more numerous than themselves. Their methods of oppression might not have been as bizarre as those of the Tubo tribes, but those slaves were still not treated as human beings. Their lives were worse than those of beasts.

Under Wu Pifu's supervision, Lin Daiyu likewise slaughtered every inhuman thing that enslaved others.

And now, she had arrived in Japan.

Japan was not a slave-owning civilization. It appeared to possess the foundations of Chinese civilization, but because it was a small country with a sparse population, the common people at the bottom still lived miserably. Especially now, with Japan itself mired in a chaotic age, inhuman monsters naturally became more numerous. Then, under Wu Pifu's supervision, Lin Daiyu once more began slaughtering with wild abandon.

She killed from north to south, from east to west. It was only an island nation, after all. Before long, the so-called warrior clans and