Chapter 296: The Beginning of Slaughter

"In the process of transmission……"

Mu Yi discovered that this transmission was somewhat different; he appeared above the firmament, similar to when he previously used Plane vision in the main world, looking down from high altitude.

The field of vision kept shrinking, finally focusing on a statue whose face could not be seen clearly.

Mu Yi discovered that he had turned into a statue, or more accurately, he was entering this world through such a statue.

At this moment, inside the statue where he resided, a large group of farmers in coarse cloth short garments knelt completely before the statue and prayed.

However, Mu Yi could only see, but could not hear.

With a thought, the incense golden body stored in the god's seat flew out; the incense accumulated on the statue was instantly absorbed by the golden body, and correspondingly Mu Yi also heard the farmers' prayers.

"Please, deities, bless us, bless Liu Family Village so that we may be safe and free from the calamity of war!"

"Please, deities, bless us!"

"Oh merciful and compassionate deities, please save us!"

Numerous prayer voices entered Mu Yi's mind; he furrowed his brows. Although they were ordinary prayers, for some reason they contained a strong sense of fear, as if they had encountered some great terror.

At that moment, a dull horse-hoof sound came from afar, followed by a group of cavalry galloping from the distance.

"Woo~"

A horn sounded in the village, and the crowd that had been praying instantly fell into chaos.

"Don't panic, able-bodied youths, take your weapons and follow me; everyone else, hide in your homes and do not come out!"

The leading elder shouted loudly, then urged the old, weak, sick, and disabled to return home and hide.

He himself then led the village's young able-bodied men, holding various sticks, as they walked outward from the village.

Mu Yi could sense panic from them, but at this moment, in order to surround their homeland, they could only grit their teeth and press forward.

"Who is the village chief!" the cavalry captain riding a tall horse reined in outside the village and demanded.

"That's me, the old one!"

The elderly village chief straightened his body and replied; perhaps because he had also studied some Daoist arts in his youth, he sensed more than others, and at this moment he felt no trace of warmth from the opposing cavalry, as if they were not human at all.

"Call out everyone in your village! Don't waste my time; let me search house by house!"

"If you obey orders honestly, you can, like the previous villages, spare half the people; otherwise, not a chicken or dog will be left!"

The cavalry captain's tone was icy, as if he were not talking about hundreds of lives but about an ant that could be crushed at will.

"You'll never succeed! You Mongol Tatars will surely face retribution one day!" the elderly village chief shouted angrily.

If they had not received news beforehand from refugees fleeing other villages, they might really have chosen to sacrifice half the people to save the other half.

However, refugees who had fled other villages told them, these beasts are not human at all; they are fiends who eat people without spitting out bones, they not only refuse to follow rules, but also set villages on fire.

Only those hidden in cellars and caves could escape disaster, probably because these Mongol Tatars have gone mad and will not conduct any fine-grained search.

"Kill! Leave none!"

Hearing the angry curses, the cavalry captain's face remained unchanged.

The cavalry unit brandished their sabers and charged over.

How could the youths wielding sticks match these elite cavalry dubbed Mongol Iron Cavalry? In just one encounter, most of the youths were already disemboweled.

It was a completely one-sided slaughter.

Thereafter, the brutal Mongol Iron Cavalry began a house-to-house search, killing every living person they found; even after the slaughter, they dragged all the corpses together and drew on the ground something resembling ghostly talismans, as if to begin a sacrificial rite.

Mu Yi was furious beyond restraint; from the moment the Mongol Iron Cavalry began slaughtering the village, he had already been desperately struggling to manifest himself more quickly from within the statue.

But he was ultimately still a step slow; only after the entire village had been completely slaughtered did he barely finish manifesting.

Accompanying Mu Yi's descent, the statue suddenly burst forth with ten thousand zhang of radiant light.

The Mongol soldiers busy with the sacrificial ritual turned their gaze toward the direction of the statue; without any emotional fluctuation, instinctively they seized their weapons and launched an attack toward the statue.

At this moment, flames burst in Mu Yi's eyes; looking over, these Mongol Iron Cavalry soldiers were no longer soldiers at all—they had completely become ghouls, utterly divorced from humanity.

These ghouls, with their aberrant qi intertwining and mixing above their heads, drifted into midair, instantly causing the entire village to become shrouded in dark, miasmic vapors.

Especially above the aberrant qi, a vague, indistinct demonic silhouette faintly coalesced, emanating an aura that Mu Yi inwardly loathed.

"Human Dao!"

"Spearmen, formation assault!"

Mu Yi's face was icy; his anger had transformed into pure killing intent, and he coldly unfurled a barrier.

A large group of soldiers clad in Asura armor, holding spears, launched a charge and thrust toward the cavalry unit.

Above their heads, Cloud Energy condensed and rose, forming in midair the likeness of a three-headed, six-armed Asura, whose appearance was nearly identical to Mu Yi's.

As the two forces clashed, each sharp spear burned with blood-red flame; piercing the warhorses, it directly reversed the cavalry's charge momentum entirely.

"Kill them all!"

Accompanying Mu Yi's order, the soldiers' head-borne Cloud Energy surged again, transforming into a white tiger roaring toward the sky, emitting a white-gold light that clung to their blades and spears.

After relying on formation charge to forcibly halt the cavalry's charge, these spearmen directly discarded their spears, drew their personal sidearms, and, in the Yuan Yang Formation configuration, slaughtered toward the Mongol cavalry.

A close-quarters blade bloodbath thus erupted; the great battle lasted only a moment before ending.

At zero casualty cost, these soldiers completely annihilated the Mongol side.

Mu Yi kicked over the Mongol soldier corpses at his feet; each bore tattoos of ghostly talismans identical to the ground, and from the sliced wounds one could see that the soldiers' bodies were stuffed with various strange things.

Even before the slaughter and sacrifice, they had already ceased to be human.

Perhaps they simply never realized this.

After a moment of silence, Mu Yi merged into the legion's Cloud Energy, guiding the soldiers in performing the sacrifice ritual.

"Fivefold Sacrifice!"

Mu Yi directly repaid others with their own methods; if they wanted a blood sacrifice, then let them first become the offering.

The Mongol soldiers' bodies vanished in the sacrificial flames; abundant power fed back into the fighting soldiers, instantly bolstering their vigor somewhat.

With a wave of his hand, Mu Yi recalled all the soldiers into the barrier, then enveloped the entire village within a barrier.

"Thus have I heard: at one time the Buddha was in Trāyastriṃsha Heaven… now the inconceivable power of great wisdom divine ability subdues the strong sentient beings, knowing the law of suffering and joy…"

Mu Yi gathered the tragically dead souls in the village, recited sutras to begin their transmutation, and then guided them toward the cycle of reincarnation.

With Mu Yi personally guiding them, these souls will have a decent birth after reincarnation; even if they cannot be born into high officials or aristocracy, they will at least belong to a wealthy and noble family.

This is also Mu Yi's small compensation for being unable to save the people of this village.

After dealing with the village's souls, Mu Yi used Hell Path to incinerate the village, completely dispersing the evil anomalies brought by the Mongol soldiers.

For the cycle of reincarnation, death is not the focus; on the contrary, death is the beginning of new life.

Having personally witnessed the current state of this world, what must be done has become crystal clear.

"Only killing can stop killing!"

Mu Yi dismissed the barrier and summoned Chu Yi.

Chu Yi sensed Mu Yi's unsettled Inner Qi, turned his head toward the ground, and after a long moment, roared angrily while pointing to the northwest!

"Go!" Mu Yi raised a killing wind and raced toward the direction indicated by Chu Yi.

Before they even landed, a wailing cry was heard.

"Ah!"

The painful wail and the full‑force roar echoed continuously across the battlefield.

The surging crowd collided with each other; raised weapons fell, blood sprayed, and life faded in the war like a dying candle.

Crimson blood seeped from the corpses, flowing over the parched earth and gradually staining the entire battlefield, like strange red liquid splashed on yellow rice paper, the viscous hue linking bloodied totems and twisted shapes that made one gag.

Every second people die, losing life on the chaotic battlefield like extinguished candles, vanishing completely.

This is a war; those who wish to survive will not sit idle, and the air is filled with a frenzy of madness.

Compared with the earlier Mongol soldiers, the ones on the battlefield are more terrifying and more Transcendent; even when pierced through, they can still fight, stopping only when their heads are cut off.

Supported by these bizarre bodies, the resisting side falls back layer by layer, on the brink of complete collapse.

Without any hesitation, Mu Yi descended from the sky.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

These completely demonic Mongol Tartars exude sin and blood; only death can settle their crimes.

"Boom!"

Mu Yi falling from the sky caused a massive boom.

His rapidly falling body slammed heavily into the ground, the earth responding with a muffled thud; Mu Yi drew a sword from his backpack and charged into the noisy, chaotic battlefield.

Mu Yi's pupils narrowed, and the Thousand-Mile Eye Divine Ability pierced all obstructions in his sight, locating the Mongol officer amid the melee.

These officers are now more Frenzy than ordinary soldiers, their bodies already sprouting limbs not belonging to humans.

"Kill! For the blood sacrifice! Slay them all!"

"Hahaha, kill you, and I become stronger!"

They ravage the battlefield like monsters, mercilessly trampling the resisting soldiers, emitting bursts of strange, raucous laughter.

The Human Path army began to pour out in force.

Mu Yi took the vanguard, wielding a heavy wave‑cleaving great sword, carving an empty gap amid the Evil Cult.

Like cutting wheat, his reckless swings cleared a path on the killing field, completely erasing all enemies within the area.

No one could block Mu Yi's long blade; it tore a gap with unstoppable force, and behind him, the morale‑soaring Human Path army followed tightly, widening the breach even more.

Mu Yi's body twisted, his arms like taut bowstrings; as his body spun rapidly, the blade sliced the air, emitting a low, sharp whistling.

He leapt over layer upon layer of obstacles, chopping toward the slaughtering Mongol officer.

"Clang!"

The collision sounded like a massive bell, deafening all.

The Mongol officer did not collapse as Mu Yi had expected; instead, his feet sank deep into the ground, stubbornly withstanding Mu Yi's slash.

"I blood‑sacrificed you, I can become stronger!"

Greed swelled in the Mongol officer's eyes, his muscles bulged, his appearance grew uglier; at this moment, he was less a man than a hominid monster.

In the chaotic battlefield, blade met blade head‑on.

Fine, spider‑web‑like cracks spread from where they stood, the ground within four or five zhang nearly fissured, and a sudden explosive roar, wrapped in raging wind, swept outward.

"Kill me?" Mu Yi sneered.

His gaze revealed extreme disgust; these monsters exuded a nauseating, rotting stench.

This stems from the feedback of a divine position; the opponent's existence is a complete error to heaven and earth.

"It's merely using you to test the current strength of my body!"

Mu Yi's both arms suddenly exerted force.

"Break!"

A roar, Inner Qi like an angry dragon, bearing the military master divine ability and twisted will, slammed onto the Mongol officer.

"Poof!"

A snarling skull rolled out onto the ground.

The Mongol officer's massive body collapsed with a thud; the headless corpse oozed dark purple blood onto the ground, emitting bursts of Evil Cult stench.

The malformed monster's body seemed to strive for rebirth, but after a brief struggle it lay limp and powerless on the ground.

Mu Yi, as the Lord of Reincarnation who commands yin and yang life and death, cannot defy the decree of death even for a mere Evil Cult that has turned to Evil Demons and Heretics.

That slash just now killed not only the Mongol officer's body but also his soul and vitality; hoping for resurrection is better left to praying that Mu Yi shows mercy.

"Huh~"

Mu Yi exhaled a puff of foul breath; his body tingled slightly, yet recovered at an extremely rapid pace.

Fully exploiting the burst of bodily qi and blood for combat indeed saves Inner Qi, but the bodily damage becomes more evident.

「Kill! 」

Without hesitation, Mu Yi grabbed his swords and charged toward another target.

The situation on the battlefield, because of Mu Yi's arrival, was reversed in an instant.

The morale of the rebel forces, originally at a disadvantage, soared like a rainbow; they actively followed behind the Human Path army and began to expand their gains.

But they quickly realized they could not keep up with the Human Path's speed.

Without realizing it, they had gone from being the main characters on the battlefield to becoming expendable extras.

Under Mu Yi's command, the army was like a tiger among sheep; in no time they broke through the Mongol formation, utterly scattering it.

Having lost the support of their formation, the Mongol side was reduced to meat on a chopping block, instantly pulverized.