Chapter 115: and translation of title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities

On a desolate Gobi.

In a tribe built from giant stones and beast bones, millions of human survivors huddled together, shivering.

Outside their tribe, a terrifying demon wolf the size of a mountain, with three wolf heads, stared at them hungrily, drooling foul saliva from its mouth.

This demon wolf is the ruler of this Gobi, a half‑evil god whose strength rivals that of a 17th‑stage cultivator.

Every so often it descends upon the tribe, randomly picking a few lucky ones to serve as its snack.

Here, "a period of time" means each two‑hour interval.

Now, it is time for it to feed again.

But this time.

It wants to play a game.

"Gu, I know you can hear me."

"One hundred years."

"If you hand Gu over to me to eat, I swear by the name of the Wolf God that I will not set foot in the Wind Tribe for a hundred years."

Boom—

A thunderous, enormous sound echoed into the Wind Tribe.

In the tribe, the desperate weeping and praying fell silent at that moment.

"It's over… we're doomed…"

"Who will come save us…"

In the tribe, the desperate weeping and praying came to an abrupt halt.

What did they hear?

The demon god actually agreed to stop eating for a hundred years?

All it takes is sacrificing the guardian?

Gu is the guardian deity who has protected the Wind Tribe for a thousand years.

A ninth‑stage human expert.

If it weren't for his sudden emergence.

The Wind Tribe would likely have been destroyed long ago.

At that moment, millions of eyes, after a brief stupor, began to move uncontrollably.

Those gazes first showed fear, then began to flicker.

Finally, they all converged on the towering, blood‑soaked figure at the front of the tribe, wielding a broken blade.

That was Gu.

The Wind Tribe's sole guardian deity, and the strongest human warrior on this Gobi.

Gu did not turn around.

His back, as hard as rock, remained ramrod straight.

His grip on the broken blade was steady; the tiger's mouth had already split, blood dripping down the hilt to pockmark the dry sand with dark‑red pits.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the clansmen to refuse, waiting for everyone to pick up weapons and die with him for honor.

Even if it meant death, he wanted to bite a chunk of flesh from that beast.

Yet what came from behind was not a battle cry, but a suffocating silence.

The wind howled, but it could not dispel this thick silence.

"Gu…"

An aged, trembling voice broke the silence.

The crowd parted automatically, and a white‑haired elder leaning on a cane shuffled out, trembling.

Gu's body tensed slightly.

That was his great‑uncle.

When Gu's parents were devoured by the evil god, his great‑uncle gave him half a sweet potato.

Later he rose to prominence, seizing fortuitous treasures in several life‑and‑death battles, raising his great‑uncle's cultivation to the fourth stage and granting him a lifespan of two thousand years.

"Great‑uncle, step back; this place is dangerous."

Gu's voice was hoarse, and he did not turn around.

"Gu…"

The great‑uncle did not retreat; instead he took two steps forward, his cloudy old eyes brimming with tears he dared not meet Gu's gaze, saying, "You also heard the Wolf God say… a hundred years, our Wind Tribe will have a full hundred years."

Gu snapped his gaze toward him.

On that scar‑covered face, surprise outweighed anger.

"A hundred years!"

The great‑uncle's voice suddenly rose, choked with sobs and a hint of hysterical madness,

"How many years has our tribe gone without a peaceful day? People die every day, we live in constant fear! Gu, you're a hero; you know our suffering best, right?"

Gu looked at this once‑kindly old man.

At that moment his face, twisted by extreme desperation, became distorted and unfamiliar.

"So you want me to die?"

Gu asked softly.

"It's not to have you die; it's to have you save everyone!"

In the crowd, someone shouted out, though no one knew who.

These words were like a spark igniting dry tinder.

"Yes, Lord Gu, you always say that for the tribe we can sacrifice anything, don't you?"

"You only have one life, but we have several million people here!"

"I want to live on; I don't want to be eaten..."

"Gu, just do a good deed and see us through!"

Accusations, pleas, moral blackmail—like a black rainstorm, they poured down on the man who had countless times shielded them from behind.

Gu gazed at those familiar faces.

There were neighbors he had saved, children who called him brother, and warriors who had sworn to follow him.

Now they were all pushing him to die.

The three-headed demon wolf lay on the clouds, watching this scene; its three wolf mouths split open simultaneously, revealing an eerily human-like mocking smile.

"It seems your clansmen are more sensible than you."

The demon wolf extended its scarlet long tongue, licking its lips,

"I'm in a good mood, so let's add another hundred years, two hundred! As long as you die, I, in the name of the evil god, guarantee two hundred years of peace for the Wind Tribe!"

Boom!

The tribe erupted completely.

Two hundred years!

That's lasting peace for several whole generations!

Those who had felt a little guilt now saw that guilt vanish in an instant, replaced by ecstasy and greed.

"Gu! Agree to it! Hurry and agree!"

"Two hundred years! How far could our tribe grow and prosper?"

"What are you hesitating for? Do you want to watch everyone die?"

Gu stood in place; the broken blade in his hand suddenly became incredibly heavy, so heavy he could barely grip it.

Even facing tens of thousands of troops, even facing the descent of an evil god, he had never felt as powerless as he does now.

This blade can sever a demon's head, but it cannot sever the ghost in this person's heart.

"Lord Guardian, don't you always say that for the tribe we can sacrifice anything?"

"Now is the time to sacrifice!"

"Two hundred years of peace—this deal… is worthwhile."

"Two hundred years of stability would be enough for us to cultivate several outstanding human prodigies like you, Gu!"