Free Web NovelThe Hundred Beast Hall's cultists and demons met a rather unpleasant end.
By the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late.
The gloomy sky had turned pitch black, and vast goose-feather snow began to fall between heaven and earth. Day had, at some unknown point, become night, and a cold moon illuminated all things.
Beneath the moon, there seemed to be a figure—serene, beautiful, and cold.
A pale white, indistinguishable from moonlight or frost and snow, spread, dyeing the land and the mountain-like Great Wall into a vast expanse.
The leading demons were instantly frozen into lifelike ice sculptures. A slight tremor caused them to shatter into a pile of ice shards.
The breached city gate was also repaired by the ice at this moment.
"She's just one person!"
"Don't panic! I refuse to believe she can kill us all before her strength runs out!"
"Behind us is the Otherworld, and in front is the fertile Human City. There's no turning back!"
The Hundred Beast Hall cultists shouted, activating secret arts to enhance the demons' power.
The evil Qi within the demons boiled, and even the low-level demons, whose bodies had been trembling, no longer shook.
Clearly, they intended to burn their bridges and fight to the death.
Extreme fear turns into rage!
The Jianghu individuals and Mortals outside the jiangshan sheji map watched with bated breath and mixed feelings.
Although they were demons, it seemed a bit... inspiring?
However... their anger seemed to be of no use.
The most powerful demons either spewed poisonous fire or unleashed booby trap.
The ice instantly became colorful, like a perfectly smooth ice mirror, reflecting their attacks without alteration.
Their methods useless, they were left with only brute force.
Their power was enough to shake the earth and mountains; the city gate had been blasted open by their combined efforts.
Yet, their immense strength only created a few cracks in the solid ice, which were then quickly repaired. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Even those who managed to slip through were washed by the moonlight falling with the wind and snow, their steps growing heavier and heavier.
Their proud techniques, once activated, paled in comparison. Their surging power continuously waned, and their teeth and scales became dull and ancient.
It was as if time passed exceptionally quickly on them; what stood before them was not just frost, but also time!
An hour later, even the strongest demon fell unwillingly, leaving only a silent ice prison at the South Gate.
The shattered city gate had also been sealed.
However, the gate had been replaced by a much thicker, sturdier, giant ice mirror.
Outside the city, in the hazy mist, a gaze deeply watched the figure under the moon.
"When my body is reunited, we shall meet again."
His voice was like a whisper echoing in the emptiness, like the wind, before fading into the depths of the Otherworld.
Inside and outside Dijin, there was a similar, incredulous silence:
"Even if placed outside, this is at the Seventh Realm level, isn't it?"
"She used more than one Dao just now, and she wielded both with ease, as if they were one. How many at the Seventh Realm can do that?"
"But she hasn't even reached the Fourth Realm; how can she manipulate the Dao so freely?"
"It's too tragic; it makes me even want to speak up for the demons..."
The first wave of natural disaster was almost ended by her alone.
Why 'almost'? Because although the South Gate was resealed, a considerable number of demons still poured into Human City.
Without the Hundred Beast Hall's command, they fought independently, scattering like dandelions everywhere.
It is likely that Human City will not recover from its growing pains for a long time.
In the same year, the Earth City people announced that all newly built cities would only allow people to exit, not enter, and a large number of panicked displaced people were ordered to return the way they came.
The Heavenly Race is powerful, but they do not care about the lives of Mortals.
Jiang Yu, however, issued an order for Earth City martial artists to organize people and gradually clear the remaining poison.
But Earth City martial artists would not risk their lives for no reason, and their internal structure was not monolithic; factions abounded. free𝑤ebnovel.com
After the Heavenly Race intervened in Earth City, the internal strife in Earth City intensified.
Now, the situation is still unclear, and they all stand by, unwilling to venture out of the city rashly. Moreover, without the advantage of terrain, martial artists are not strong when facing demons.
However, they also created an organization of Executioners, issuing various bounties, which was considered an explanation to the Heavenly Race.
For a time, civilian martial artists were actively enthusiastic, and many performed righteous deeds.
But their strength was, after all, a drop in the bucket.
At this time, the former Great King Village, now King Town, naturally became a beacon in the chaotic land, the only safe haven on the vast ocean.
The Heavenly Race's warning made Earth City martial artists afraid to meddle with this place.
After several probes, the demons also learned that there was a forbidden existence in the town.
Very terrifying! It could stop minor demons from crying at night!
So, on the contrary, King Town enjoyed a period of peace and prosperity.
Five years later.
King Town's area had expanded significantly, and in terms of being a city, it only lacked city walls.
Countless Mortals settled down here, and it also became a recognized stopping point for Executioners.
It was another ordinary day in King Town.
Under a sky full of layered clouds, the sun, countless distances away on the horizon, only showed half its face, dyeing the green mountains, clear waters, vast farmlands, and closely packed houses the color of tears.
If not for a rooster's crow, one truly couldn't distinguish between dawn and daybreak.
The old faces of Great King Village gathered in front of an ordinary small courtyard, waiting for the doctor to emerge.
"The village chief was fine last night; how could this be so sudden?"
"Could it be a final burst of energy...?"
"Everyone shut up! Little Brother Li will be fine!"
Dong Er Niu, who used to play with wooden sticks in his split pants, was now old, but he still called him Little Brother Li.
Just then.
The door opened, and the noisy crowd instantly fell silent.
Stared at by many anxious gazes, the doctor merely shook his head:
"He has something to say to you all. Go quickly."
"...Take care."
Dong Er Niu opened his mouth and eventually handed the doctor some Small change.
Including him, many people actually knew in their hearts, but a glimmer of unrealistic hope still remained.
Everyone walked through this ordinary small courtyard, facing a scene that hadn't changed for decades, feeling a moment of trance.
They still remembered when the village chief was young, swinging his hammer countless times in this courtyard, strong and cheerful. To this day, every farm tool in the village, including many people's weapons, was forged here, hammer blow by hammer blow.
When Dong Er Niu was in his early thirties, he got into an argument with a martial artist from an outer village.
As their weapons clashed, his unremarkable iron sword actually cut through the opponent's hundred-refined weapon, as if slicing through mud.
It was also here that he practiced martial arts with Little Brother Li.
Everyone felt as if a lifetime had passed, standing in this courtyard they had visited countless times, reluctant to push open the door to the room.
"You're all back... come in."
A tired and faint voice came from inside, barely audible if one wasn't listening carefully.
The villagers were pulled back to reality.
