Chapter 124: Yuzaoqian

Heaven shook, earth trembled!

This place erupted in turmoil; the dead earth cracked open, jagged fissures splitting from the ground all the way to the heavens, forming a terrifying abyss, a horrifying chasm.

Above and below, the world faced apocalypse—sky collapsed, earth shattered.

Boom—

People, terrified, gazed toward the distant ancient capital of Heian-kyō.

The tremors of heaven and earth spread from Heian-kyō; the endless mountain ranges shuddered violently, lakes and seas churned, sun and moon were thrown into turmoil, stars scattered.

One could feel it—a furious rage that burned the stars, exploding from the distant Heian-kyō, surging wildly, trembling all living things.

Professor Beishan trembled violently, his eyes locked fixedly on the distant horizon where heaven and earth blurred.

"Yes, it's the direction of Heian-kyō—the Emperor will surely not let this go."

At this moment, everyone understood: in this glorious age of the transcendent past, the death of one hundred thousand soldiers was not an end, but only a beginning!

A far more terrifying war was about to erupt.

Clang!

Iron hooves trampled Shanhe, sword tips pointed at the sun and moon.

Far across heaven and earth, a dark sea stretched endlessly; the army spread like stars across the sky and land, filling every inch, brimming with overwhelming battle intent, majestic aura, surging from the distant horizon—black as iron, bloodline roaring in an unbroken tide of crimson, forming a blood ocean, with killing intent piercing the heavens.

Thirty thousand elite soldiers!

More formidable and powerful than the previous hundred thousand, each shimmered with divine radiance, dazzling and brilliant, shrouded in starlight, truly like immortal divine warriors descending from the Nine Heavens—their aura forced all beasts to kneel; even those whose bodies shattered in death did not flee, for the fear these soldiers inspired dwarfed even the fear of death.

"This alone could slay a god."

Feeling the might imprinted upon this world by these elite soldiers, people went mad with terror.

Such grandeur and might left no doubt—if a god dared to stand in their way, these thirty thousand would charge without hesitation, engage in battle, and forge the feat of slaying a god; none could block their path, not even gods or demons.

Tokyo, Japan, maid café.

Li Gui and her maid colleagues huddled before a computer, watching the livestream, gasping in shock, even though not present at the scene—just viewing the images, they felt as if they were there, experiencing the terror of thirty thousand elite soldiers.

They did not notice that Li Gui's pupils had shrunk far more than theirs.

"Is this what transcendence in this world truly means…?"

Unlike others, she was a Xumu, possessing transcendent power, and thus understood better than anyone how terrifying these thirty thousand soldiers were—each one was immensely powerful, capable of becoming a minor commander in the Xumu Realm.

Yet in this world, they were merely soldiers.

She believed that whoever commanded these thirty thousand soldiers could dominate the Xumu Realm, rising instantly to the top-tier power; in terms of manpower, no one could match them, and if formed into a killing array, even the strongest High Priest of the Xumu Realm could not withstand them.

If even these soldiers possessed such divine might, what manner of being could possibly command them?

Li Gui could not help but ponder.

The next instant.

Divine radiance burst from the distant horizon, as if a god had awakened—a pillar of light shot skyward, illuminating infinite distances, bathing grass, trees, soil, and stone in divine luminescence, brimming with divinity.

"The blood of one hundred thousand soldiers cannot be spilled in vain!!"

It was a war god, clad in armor forged from immortal meteorite iron, wielding a spear capable of shattering stars, walking forward on foot—the pillar of light emanated from his body.

His roar shattered Shanhe, cracked the clouds.

Behind him, the elite soldiers instantly roared in unison, battle intent soaring, thunderous echoes filling every corner of heaven and earth; they followed closely behind this war god, carrying the souls and blood of the one hundred thousand fallen, charging toward the hazy figure.

The war god led the army, his momentum fearless, unwavering, advancing without retreat!

Divine radiance blazed across heaven and earth, blood qi surged through the nine heavens; sun, moon, and stars retreated behind them, avoiding their sharp edge.

This was an army so fearless it struck dread even into the gods of heaven and the demons of the Nine Heavens—where Jin Ge pointed, all was cut down; where hooves trod, all was crushed forward.

Yet the hazy figure remained unmoved, raising a hand as white as jade from afar, flipping it—between palm's motion, distance vanished; when it descended, it was right before him.

"Kill!!"

The war god roared, thrusting his spear upward—its radiance surged like Lei Ting, blazing with the pinnacle brilliance of his life; behind him, thirty thousand elite soldiers formed a killing array capable of slaying gods and demons, striking directly at the jade-white hand.

At this moment.

Heaven and earth blazed with blinding radiance—grass, stone, trees, even sun and moon—all light was swallowed, as if every gleam had been stolen.

At this moment.

The hazy heavens and earth were no longer blurred—they became truly without boundary, as if heaven and earth merged into one eternal radiance.

Then came a thunderous roar that echoed through all six directions and eight wastes.

The eternal divine radiance shattered.

The jade-white hand—pale as jade, clean, unadorned, devoid of any brilliance, lacking even a single glimmer, plain and unremarkable—smashed apart this eternal divine radiance.

In an instant.

Half of the thirty thousand elite soldiers lay dead or wounded; the war god's body disintegrated, dissolving into light amid his furious roar, leaving not a drop of blood or soul—utterly annihilated.

With him, heaven and earth also perished.

Heaven collapsed like a rolling river, surging in monstrous waves; the earth cracked into fragments, utterly dead.

Many netizens trembled—body, mind, spirit, will—all shook endlessly; those present knelt, unable to rise before the jade-white hand, simple and unadorned, embodying the ultimate Dao.

"So it's gone again."

Miyagi Nao's legs went weak, her knees buckling to the ground; she stared at the corpses of elite soldiers falling from the sky around her, her vision drenched in blood, her sight stained crimson—from face to lips, pale as withered wood, eyes vacant with terror.

This was a reenactment of the past scene.

A true depiction, vividly manifesting in this heaven and earth—more real than any 3D movie or holographic projection, as if one truly stood within it, as if the jade-white hand's strike targeted not only the thirty thousand soldiers, but them as well.

Direct, visceral experience—the jade-white hand annihilating them.

Intense sensory impact—even knowing the scene was illusory, it felt real, as if facing death itself, feeling the helplessness and despair of that final moment.

Know this: the one hundred thousand and thirty thousand armies were both powerful, yet vastly unequal—the latter far surpassed the former, capable perhaps of slaying even kings among gods—yet before the jade-white hand.

There was no difference between them.

Instantly, people felt a sense of relief.

"Living in a world where everyone is extraordinary isn't necessarily a good thing," someone said, swallowing hard.

Hearing this, the people around them nodded vigorously.

"I think our era is pretty good."

Modern society has heavy work pressure, with all kinds of pressures bearing down from every direction, but after seeing the scenes unfolding in Tochigi Prefecture, many suddenly realized that the social pressures that once made it hard to breathe now seemed like nothing—compared to the horror of Tochigi Prefecture, they were just a trivial trifle.

Even those chuunibyou youngsters felt their longing for an extraordinary era diminish somewhat.

It was far too cruel.

In that fantastical extraordinary era, things were nothing like the beautiful picture imagined—far more cruel than the present age.

Because in such a world, no law exists, no checks and balances exist; even if the powerful lay down laws, those can only bind the weak, and before even more powerful experts, they are as good as empty words—they will not obey laws that, in their eyes, belong to the weak.

A world where human lives truly are as cheap as grass, the weak are prey to the strong, the strong are honored, and reason is established solely by the size of one's fist.

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