Chapter 123: So This Is How the Hundred Thousand Corpses Came About

Countless people, beyond their shock, felt longing well up in their hearts.

Wasn't this the world they had been dreaming of? The supernatural was no longer mysterious, it could be seen everywhere, anyone could cultivate and attain the supernatural.

Every person's gaze grew hazy, unable to help but imagine what such an era would look like: the whole world supernatural, some drifting with the current and vanishing among the myriad transcendent beings, others refusing to fall behind, striving hard, standing out from the vast sea of the supernatural, becoming heaven's favorites and outstanding talents, blazing trails no one had walked before, composing the epic of heroes' legends.

Lost in thought, Miyagi Nao panted hot breaths, her chest heaving violently, her blood surging with fervor.

If she were in such a world, why would she need to show her face in public, acting cute and coquettish on livestreams just to earn a bit of living expenses? She could choose to live the life she wanted.

Whether man or woman, old or young, everyone has at some point held a magnificent dream in their heart.

A single long sword to roam the world, a pot of murky wine to drink down the throat, acting on gratitude and grudge as one pleased, laughing at the myriad affairs of the mortal world, walking at will, moving as one wished, caring nothing for the mortal world's trivialities, money, or power, caring only for a lifetime of洒脱, an unbridled freedom, living carefree and at ease.

In their rapt reverie, someone suddenly asked.

"Why did such an ancient era vanish?"

The words fell.

Director Takahashi and the others froze, their fervor cooling.

In that era where everyone was supernatural, where soldiers were all supernatural like divine troops, such an era was destined for glory—so why did such an era drown in the river of time? In today's age, let alone everyone being supernatural, even finding a single supernatural being is difficult.

【Perhaps it has to do with "those over there"】

A bullet comment scrolled past in the livestream.

People suddenly recalled the words of Master Konghai and Lord Cimu.

Before this, they had known that yokai and the supernatural had hidden and vanished from this world because of certain matters, and had guessed it was related to "those over there," predicting that "those over there" were very powerful—otherwise it would not have been enough to make yokai and the supernatural join hands to disappear and hide from this world.

Today they discovered the ancient era was a fantastical world.

They suddenly realized that, although they had repeatedly overestimated "those over there," they had still underestimated them.

The degree of "those over there"'s power far exceeded imagination, powerful beyond thought, beyond description.

Because it was highly likely that the yokai and supernatural vanishing and hiding was the same reason as the disappearance of the fantastical ancient era—after all, wasn't the era when yokai and the supernatural vanished the era after the Heian period?

Countless people felt their hair stand on end.

If the reason truly was related to "those over there," then "those over there" did not merely make the supernatural and yokai vanish, but made an extraordinary era itself pass away.

"Those over there" had changed the glorious, resplendent ancient era.

The next moment.

They all looked around at once.

The hundred thousand corpses had triggered a brand of heaven and earth, replaying scenes of the past—perhaps from this they could find the reason, find the truth that yokai, the supernatural, and the gods had joined hands to conceal, that the river of time had buried.

At this moment.

This place shook with killing cries that reached the heavens, stirring mountains and rivers and a hundred lakes.

An iron-blooded battle intent, solemn and desolate between heaven and earth.

War-soldiers like heavenly troops and divine generals formed a towering killing formation, charging toward a single place. The might of a hundred thousand troops was vast and soul-stealing, with the momentum to横扫 a hundred thousand li—mountains were effortlessly leveled by them. Clearly they were not drilling; they were waging a monstrous war against something, a terrifying great battle that had drawn out a hundred thousand war-soldiers each possessing the supernatural.

People looked toward the direction of the charge.

Suddenly.

In the distant place ahead, a hand appeared.

White as jade, slender as a scallion, of a beauty beyond words, impossible to describe, yet cold and indifferent.

Though it stretched out from a distant place, it was close at hand, spanning the vastness.

Whether Director Takahashi, Miyagi Nao present on site, or the viewers in the livestream, they strained to gaze in that direction, trying to make out the figure of the one who had struck—but no matter how they tried, they could not see clearly.

It was not that the distance was too far to see clearly; rather, this heaven and earth that so clearly imprinted the scenes of the past could show every fraction and every hair of the war-soldiers, even their pores, yet it had not imprinted that figure—only a hazy blur was shown.

Staring at that hazy blur, people froze. In the dim depths there came a sudden understanding: it was not that heaven and earth had failed to imprint that hazy figure, but that figure was too powerful.

So powerful that even heaven and earth could not brand it, could not reproduce its might, could not bear the weight of that power.

They even vaguely sensed that this heaven and earth was already straining greatly just to imprint the haziness of the figure; if the past scenes had not occurred here and borrowed the witness of the river of time, heaven and earth likely could not have imprinted it at all.

A being before whom even heaven and earth would bow in worship!

"A woman?"

"So beautiful."

The figure was hazy, but the outline remained—a graceful figure, beautiful enough to startle the heart, to make all beings lose their senses, to enchant ghosts and gods. Looking again, the graceful figure revealed an imperial majesty, mysterious, noble, august as a heavenly emperor in the world, standing above all living beings, towering above humans and gods alike.

The next moment.

Everyone felt as if the sky had suddenly darkened. Raising their heads, from body to soul they stiffened utterly, shocked to the point that their souls lost all sensation.

The jade-white hand, close at hand, right above their heads, covered this heaven and earth, and came slamming down.

Boom!

A sound that shocked through the universe.

In this place mountains collapsed, the great earth died, heaven crumbled and earth split. The vast force swept in all directions across the hundred thousand war-soldiers—blood flowed into rivers, a downpour of blood rained from the sky, all of them perished, not a single one remained, corpses piling into mountains spread everywhere.

Everyone's hair stood on end, their hearts and spirits cold as if plunged into a glacier.

All dead…

A hundred thousand of the supernatural, just like that, silently and without a trace, annihilated beneath a single palm.

"That was a hundred thousand of the supernatural." Director Takahashi's lips trembled as he spoke.

If not for the corpses spread across the ground, the gruesome scene of blood-rain and blood-rivers, many would find it hard to believe that a hundred thousand of the supernatural could be so easily wiped out.

"So this is how the hundred thousand corpses came about." A research-report staff member stood there dumbfounded.

An army of a hundred thousand war-soldiers who could have fought across the eight wildernesses—there was no so-called earth-shaking battle, no fighting until mountains and rivers collapsed; there was only a silent, traceless annihilation.

People's faces grew bleak, their hearts and spirits trembling.

Even if one cultivated the supernatural, so what? Before an even greater power, one was still no different than a blade of grass.

"Who is that?"

Someone spoke, their voice carrying awe and dread as they gazed toward that hazy figure.

A transcendent being? A yokai? Or perhaps a deity?

To be able to annihilate a hundred thousand transcendent soldiers, this person could not possibly be a nobody — if there were any records of them, who would they be?

Thinking it over, Professor Beishan suddenly realized something.

"A hundred thousand soldiers wiped out — then the Emperor…"

These were not simply a hundred thousand transcendent beings, but a hundred thousand soldiers, soldiers under the Emperor's command.

In such a fantastical transcendent era, Professor Beishan did not believe that, apart from the hundred thousand soldiers, there would be no transcendent beings within the imperial capital stronger than soldiers — even the Emperor himself should be a transcendent being.

And in the matter of a hundred thousand soldiers being wiped out, which would absolutely damage the Emperor's dignity — even a mortal Emperor would be furiously enraged at the loss of a hundred thousand soldiers, so what would a transcendent Emperor do? Would he let it go?

The next moment.

The scene this world then revealed answered Professor Beishan's doubts.

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