Chapter 663: The Beast God Causes Chaos

On the border of the Southern Border, Qilidong.

A full moon hangs high, and the stars are like chess pieces.

Tonight also seems as peaceful and serene as all nights in the past.

"Awoo!

"

A huge roar, like the barking of a dog, suddenly erupts over Qilidong. The sound stirs the wilderness, seemingly shaking the entire mountain range and causing a buzzing in people's ears.

Countless Miao rush out of their houses, looking far toward the altar, their faces filled with terror.

This is because the massive barking sound from before is the alarm issued by the dog God stone carving worshipped by the Miao.

If it were not a moment of life-or-death crisis for the tribe, the dog God would never make such a sound. In the past thousand years, the dog God has only issued a warning once.

In the night sky that was originally twinkling with starlight, thick dark clouds suddenly begin to gather. Arriving from all directions, the wind and clouds shift in an extremely eerie manner, covering the stars in the sky one by one.

The Miao standing on the ground become increasingly terrified, at a loss like headless flies.

Some begin to kowtow toward the mountain peak where the Miao altar is located, and more and more people follow suit.

Under the heavy black clouds, the land that was originally full of joy is now filled with panic and fear.

Boom!

Within the black clouds in the sky, a strange sound explodes with a crash.

Like a thunderbolt shattering the sky, like a wild beast roaring, the black clouds are instantly ignited as if by torches, burning and shining brightly; everywhere inside and outside the clouds is scorching Jinguang.

A moment later, amidst the rumbling deep within the cloud layer, a huge fireball descends from the sky, carrying raging flames, smashing toward the ground and toward the countless Miao.

Boom!

Boom-boom-boom!

Amidst the loud noises, Miao buildings collapse, and flames fill the sky.

This falling heavenly fire is simply not something mortals can withstand; countless severed limbs fly out with the burning flames, a sight too horrible to endure, and wails rise all around.

A moment later, in the night, countless cold glints of blades light up in an instant, slicing through the air and splashing fresh red blood.

Flames are burning, and in the reflection of the fire, a group of strong and burly warriors rushes out from the Darkness. They have ferocious bear head tattoos on their chests, and their eyes are full of bloodlust and fanaticism. The leader, bare-chested and holding a huge axe, charges and kills, forcibly carving out a bloody path.

"It's the Li tribe, people of the Li tribe!"

"The Li tribe has come for revenge."

The Miao warriors are naturally brave, but firstly, tonight's events were sudden; secondly, the Li tribe had been lying in ambush for a long time to avenge their blood feud; and thirdly, the fireball in the black clouds stunned the Miao in the first wave. Therefore, the Miao are currently being slaughtered at will, blood flowing like a river, with almost no power to fight back. This can be considered an eye for an eye; back then, the Miao tribe snatched the Li tribe's sacred artifact and killed countless Li people.

As the Great Wizard, the Sea-Calming Treasure of the Miao, he is currently unfolding a red light screen to resist the red fireballs constantly smashing down.

The Great Wizard looks toward the dark clouds. There is a figure in the clouds, covered in flames, looking down from high above like an arrogant God. It is this figure who is constantly summoning countless fireballs, carrying raging flames, to charge down into the human world.

The Great Wizard's heart is shrouded in a huge haze; this strange magic does not belong to the Central Plains or the Southern Border, but appears in that terrifying legend that has circulated in the Southern Border for a thousand years.

Could it be that the legend is about to be fulfilled?

Boom, boom, boom!

The battle continues, and the Great Wizard is defeated after all.

The red light screen he opened is smashed to pieces by the fireballs one by one.

And without the Great Wizard's obstruction, the entire Qilidong is completely plunged into a sea of fire, with countless houses and buildings turning into a mass of raging flames in the night.

After letting out a hiss, the Great Wizard collapses to the ground.

"No, is Heaven going to destroy my Miao tribe?"

Seeing this scene, the Miao chieftain Tumagu almost faints, and a feeling of despair spreads in his heart.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration strikes Tumagu's mind.

He hurriedly returns to his house, takes out a scroll, and the last hope ignites in his eyes.

A year and a half ago, during a trading journey, Tumagu and his party encountered a snake demon and were fortunately saved by a pair of man and woman from the Central Plains who were like Gods. After arriving at Qilidong, he offered fine wine and delicacies to treat the two guests with honorable hospitality. The two guests did not stay long and left the day after arriving at Qilidong.

Upon leaving, the honorable guest who called himself Yu Liancheng had left behind a scroll, telling him that he could only open it in a situation of extreme danger.

Although Tumagu also knew in his heart that this scroll might not be of much use, he still took it out with a "just in case" mentality.

With trembling arms, he suddenly spreads the scroll open.

Inside the scroll are four large characters.

——Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Boom!

……

That figure in the dark clouds has already rushed down from mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, he arrives at the platform where the Great Wizard is located; it is none other than the Li tribe chieftain Ahetai.

The Great Wizard struggles to get up and hisses, "This is the power of the beast demon, you are crazy, you actually went to beg the beast demon..."

Before the Great Wizard can finish speaking, Ahetai kicks the extremely weak old man down, while simultaneously snatching the Great Wizard's black staff and looking carefully at the top of the staff; it is precisely the Bone Jade Sacred Artifact that was snatched away by the Miao tribe two hundred years ago.

"Hahaha, the black staff has both the Miao and Li tribe sacred artifacts. From now on, this Southern Border will be my, Ahetai's, world. Boys, kill all these Miao dogs, do not leave any trouble behind."

Ahetai holds the black staff, laughing wildly. He looks down at the Great Wizard, intending to deliver one more blow to blast this old fellow to death.

Boom-boom-boom!

Just at this moment, Ahetai hears a magnificent sound like a torrent rushing, giving one the feeling of destroying everything and being impossible to resist. His whole body feels as if it has been cast into a boundless torrent.

Endless pressure, overwhelming and crushing, almost makes him stop breathing. But this is clearly the border of the Southern Border, not the East Sea, so how could there be the sound of a river rushing?

He turns his head with difficulty and indeed sees a river coming majestically from the void.

This is shockingly a Sword Qi Long River.

A buzzing sound emits from the air, as if it too cannot withstand this terrifying Sword Qi Long River.

The next moment, Ahetai feels the pain of a thousand cuts. His entire body is already turned into a basin of blood rain within the Sword Qi Long River, dead as can be.

The Sword Qi Long River continues to sweep across; wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows, mountain rocks shatter, and the ground is gouged with a long sword path. Anyone who stands in front of this Sword Qi Long River has no power to resist at all and is blasted into a mass of blood rain. The Sword River itself is unconscious, but now, under the reluctant control of the Miao chieftain Tumagu, the direction of the Sword Qi Long River is aimed at the Li tribe warriors.

This Sword Qi Long River was far more terrifying than the magical artifacts of cultivators; even though the Li tribe warriors who came to ambush were all elites, they fell like wheat being harvested.

And when the strongest Miao tribe warrior turned into a rain of blood without any resistance, the remaining warriors finally collapsed in a roar, fleeing in all directions, leaving behind only a vast expanse of corpses.

Tumagu did not pursue the Li tribe warriors, because the entire Sword Qi Long River collapsed with a boom and vanished into nothingness after the Li tribe warriors fled.

As for Tumagu, he clutched his head in agony, cold sweat pouring like rain, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his face pale to the extreme; his mind felt as if it were being pricked by ten million needles, almost causing him to faint from the pain, yet his consciousness remained incomparably clear.

This extreme pain made him want to commit suicide, yet he could not do so.

With a mere mortal body, how could one wield the Sword Qi Long River without paying a price?

The scroll fell to the ground, but the four characters "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin" on the scroll had already become very faint, as pale as water stains.

"Damn it, what kind of spell is this?"

On a hill not far from Qilidong stood a figure shrouded in a black robe. This figure also saw the Sword Qi Long River and was so frightened that their legs went weak.

"Forget it, Ahetai is dead, but this black staff must be obtained for the sake of Lord Beast God."

Seeing the Sword Qi Long River collapse, the Miao tribe suffering countless casualties, and the Great Wizard severely wounded, he finally mustered his courage, transformed into a streak of black smoke, and with lightning speed, snatched up the black staff and vanished without a trace.

The Great Wizard watched helplessly as the black staff was snatched away, unable to stop it at all; he spat out another mouthful of blood and whispered in near despair: "The Beast Demon is born, the Beast Demon is born, a great catastrophe for the world, a great catastrophe for the world..."

This was destined to be a year that would be recorded in history.

It would also be a year that would leave a deep impression on countless people.

In the first half of the year, Changsheng Tower swept across the world, and the three major righteous sects were defeated one by one and incorporated into Changsheng Tower.

From then on, the cultivation world was unified, and there was no longer any distinction between forces or sects in the world.

Changsheng Tower not only unified the cultivation world but also reached into the mortal realm. Mortal dynasties, facing this unprecedented behemoth, were replaced without much resistance.

Decree after decree was issued from Liubo Mountain in the East Sea, and each decree changed the Central Plains and the cultivation world.

Just as the world was gradually entering a period of stability, a catastrophe suddenly erupted in the second half of the year.

From the deepest parts of the Southern Border, within the Ten Thousand Mountains, countless monsters and strange races swarmed out; they were countless in number, each bloodthirsty by nature, killing everyone they saw—men, women, old, and young—and many evil beasts even ate human flesh and drank human blood, leaving scenes too horrible to look at wherever they passed.

This catastrophe erupted from the Southern Border near the Ten Thousand Mountains and spread to the entire Southern Border. The five tribes of the Southern Border rose up to resist, but under the surging tide of monsters and strange races, it was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot; in the blink of an eye, they collapsed, and corpses littered the fields.

This matter immediately shocked the world and spread to all the great families. The people of the Central Plains were terrified day and night, and some of those living near the Southern Border fled to the north, hoping only to stay far away from this catastrophe.

Fenxiang Valley, a major righteous sect located in the south, was situated on the main route between the Southern Border and the Central Plains.

After being incorporated into Changsheng Tower, Fenxiang Valley existed as a branch hall. Although many disciples were sent to the Central Plains, many experts still remained to guard Fenxiang Valley. When the Beast Demon attacked, Fenxiang Valley fought an extremely tragic battle against it; the original Valley Master Yun Yilan and many other experts died in battle, and it eventually fell, but this bought time for the people to flee to the righteous sects in the Central Plains.

After a short rest, these countless demon beasts intended to continue invading the Central Plains, but the righteous experts of the Central Plains gathered and forcibly held back wave after wave of the beast tide.

The reason they were able to resist had much to do with Changsheng Tower spreading the Great Dao of cultivation over the past six months, which caused the number of cultivators to multiply. At the same time, it was also related to top experts like the Ghost King exploring the stone walls in 'Baiyujing', which greatly increased their cultivation. If not for this, the countless Beast Demons would have long since invaded the Central Plains, causing heavy casualties.

But even so, it caused countless cultivators to die or be injured, and the defensive line became increasingly precarious.

And what was even more worrying was that the legendary God of Ten Thousand Beasts, who could command all beasts and was also the Beast God of this catastrophe, had not yet appeared.

He seemed to be waiting, waiting for the arrival of someone.

Until this day, someone came from Liubo Mountain in the East Sea.

The former site of Fenxiang Valley.

As a massive power that had entrenched itself in the Southern Border for eight hundred years, there were halls and pavilions arranged in an orderly fashion, magnificent and exquisite. Its architectural style was quite similar to that of the Central Plains, but in the subtle details, one could occasionally see carvings of fierce beasts, clearly also deeply influenced by the rugged local customs of the Southern Border frontier.

Only, in the battle with the Beast God, much of it was destroyed, and it was now overgrown with weeds and filled with broken walls and ruins.

The bloodstains on the ground were mottled; even though some time had passed, they were still shocking to the eye, which showed the tragedy of the battle that day.

At this moment, on the outskirts of these buildings, countless Beast Demons were entrenched, gathering into a black tide, dense and numerous, numbering in the tens or hundreds of thousands. Even the sky was covered by shadows—countless winged Beast Demons circling in the air. These Beast Demons were orderly, as if they were guarding this area of buildings.

Mountain and River Hall.

This was the place where Fenxiang Valley once entertained guests and held discussions; it was not destroyed in the battle that day and remained intact.

In the Mountain and River Hall, a youth dressed in bright red silk clothing was closing his eyes and resting. His face was extremely handsome, even carrying an enchanting feeling.

In the great hall, there was also a ferocious demon beast. This demon beast had four eyes, staring like copper bells, and a mouth full of fangs that was particularly terrifying, almost as wide as its face; its skin was black, it had a long neck and four legs, and its whole body exuded an aura of the primordial age, yet it was very docile toward the youth—it was the legendary fierce beast Taotie.

The youth stroked Taotie's head and smiled: "Coming out of the mountains early this time caused some damage, but after this period of recuperation, I have finally fully recovered. If that guy still doesn't come, then I will just have to go find him."

Taotie lay on the ground, lazy, like a cat or dog raised at home, very tame.

Its stomach suddenly rumbled like a drum, and it seemed to be hungry.

Taotie stood up, let out a cry at the youth, and then ran out of the Mountain and River Hall to find food on its own.

The youth did not care and continued to close his eyes and rest.

Just like that, half an hour passed, and the youth suddenly opened his eyes; those eyes were, at some point, as deep as the Nine Netherworlds of hell, capable of swallowing all things within them.

"Haha, finally here."

The youth in red laughed loudly, stood up tall, standing like a God or Demon between heaven and earth, his black hair flying, and he looked up toward the sky.

Boom—!

The entire Mountain and River Hall shook violently, and the roof of the hall seemed to be struck by ten million bolts of lightning, collapsing in large chunks, coming down as fiercely as a falling comet.

And amidst the flying dust and smoke, one could vaguely see a black figure and a touch of a wanton, arrogant smile. The lips parted and closed, as if saying something silently.

"I am here."