Gao Wu: Traveling through the heavens in dreams, a professional rebel!

Chapter 197: Turn your hand and clouds appear; turn it again and it rains; the world is a chessboard and all living beings are chess pieces.

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

Time is like silent flowing water, quietly changing the world.

During this period of time, the cultivation of star power and related techniques spread throughout the Wu Dynasty at an incredible speed like a swift storm.

In the streets and alleys, people were talking about it, their eyes full of longing and desire for the new power.

In every corner of the Wu Dynasty, whether it is a bustling city or a quiet countryside, one can feel the surge of the star power cultivation craze.

In the pavilions and towers, young warriors gathered together to exchange their training experiences and insights.

In the ancient academy, scholars are also discussing the impact of star power cultivation on the future.

In addition, this trend was not limited to the Wu Dynasty.

Unknowingly, the star power cultivation technique also spread to foreign ethnic groups, causing a great sensation.

However, since Lin Yaozu had specifically set restrictions, those with alien blood could not succeed in their cultivation no matter how hard they tried.

However, they were unable to track down the cause in a short period of time.

In other words, even in the future, we can only vaguely guess but cannot really confirm it.

at the same time.

In this turbulent situation, those people from the martial arts sects, driven by the desire for power, all turned their attention to the outside of the Great Wall.

The vast land of Sai occupied by foreign races became their new battlefield.

In order to speed up their cultivation, countless disciples of the sects resolutely set foot on the land outside the Wu Dynasty.

They were dressed in tight clothes, holding sharp blades, and their eyes flashed with determination and greed.

In the eyes of these people, hunting aliens may really be a shortcut to quickly improve strength.

A few days later.

On the grassland, wave after wave of foreign tribes were slaughtered, shrouded in blood and fear.

Wave after wave of disciples from martial arts sects pounced on the alien tribes like hungry wolves.

The corners of the black tights rustled in the wind, and the sharp blade flashed with a cold light.

The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, shaking the earth slightly. They rushed into the alien tribe at a very fast speed, like a group of demons from hell.

The moment they rushed into the tribe, the flashes of swords and shadows of sabers intertwined into a terrifying web of death.

Those sharp swords ruthlessly slashed at the foreigners, and blood splashed like fountains.

A certain young man from a certain race opened his eyes wide in horror, but before he could react, a sharp knife slashed across his neck.

In an instant, blood gushed out and the body fell down weakly.

His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness.

Tents were blown over in the chaos, like fragile flowers tossed by a strong wind.

The items inside were scattered all over the floor, and the pots and pans were smashed to pieces, making crisp sounds.

The cattle and sheep were frightened and fled in all directions, their hooves trampling on the grass in panic, making dull sounds.

Even these beasts seemed to sense the disaster coming, and their eyes were filled with fear.

The foreign women and children cried in fear, like sharp knives piercing their hearts.

They hugged each other tightly, trying to avoid this terrible massacre.

The young foreign mother held her child tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

She looked at those devil-like disciples of the martial arts sect, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

At the moment of death, he seemed to vaguely remember the people of the Wu Dynasty who had been slaughtered by foreign races.

Perhaps, once upon a time, when foreign races invaded and massacred, the women and children of Wu Dynasty also experienced the same situation. All this is just karma.

In fact, crying and begging did not stop the brutal massacre.

The disciples of the martial arts sect seemed to be blinded by blood and desire, and turned a blind eye to the suffering of these foreign women and children.

With a wave of his sword, he cut off the roots of the enemy.

On the other side, strong alien warriors took up weapons and rose up to resist.

Each of them, holding a spear or other weapon, rushed towards the sect disciples.

His eyes were filled with anger and determination.

However, in the face of such a huge power gap, resistance seems so powerless.

The sect disciple dodged the attack easily, then chopped the man down to the ground with his backhand.

A moment later, the alien warrior fell to the ground in pain, spitting blood from his mouth.

Soon, it turned into a corpse and fell to the ground, looking at the sky with empty eyes, as if accusing God of this unfair war.

The wind howled on the grassland, making a shrill sound, as if wailing for the tragic fate of the various alien tribes.

The trampled grass was a mess, the green grass leaves were crushed, and the soil was turned up, revealing the black land.

The burning tents, billowing thick smoke, and the flames swaying in the wind, told of endless pain.

Corpses were scattered all over the grassland, and blood dyed the ground red.

There were young foreign warriors, women, and children, but no old people.

After all, according to the barbaric customs of the foreign tribes on the grassland, elderly people would be driven out of the tribe and left to fend for themselves.

The massacre lasted for a long time until the entire alien tribe was almost destroyed.

Many disciples looked at the tragic scene before them, and for no reason they felt a trace of pity in their hearts.

But then, the improved qualifications and speed of cultivation made these people completely forget all this.

Once upon a time, many so-called disciples of the famous and upright sects of the Wu Dynasty claimed that they were righteous and were unwilling to take action against ordinary soldiers of other races.

But now, Lin Yaozu casually threw out some benefits, and those people forgot their previous high-sounding words and scrambled to create killings.

However, even so, after returning, these people still maintained their hypocrisy, claiming that in order to fight against Lin Yaozu and kill the tyrant, some bloodshed and sacrifice were worth it.

A year later, the situation around the Wu Dynasty underwent earth-shaking changes.

Those once foreign nations have now either been massacred or forced to embark on a difficult journey of migration.

In those massacred countries, the once prosperous cities have now become ruins.

The tall city walls collapsed, leaving only ruins, telling of their past glory in the wind.

The streets were filled with the smell of death, and corpses were lying all over the place with no one to bury them.

The once bustling market was now silent, with only crows circling overhead, making shrill cries.

The palace also lost its former majesty and was burned down to only a black skeleton.

All those exquisite carvings and gorgeous decorations were destroyed in the massacre.

As for those foreigners who chose to relocate their entire country, they embarked on a long journey with heavy hearts and confusion about the future.

They pushed simple vehicles loaded with their remaining belongings and their love for their hometown, walking tiredly, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

The women hugged their children tightly and cried silently. They didn't know what was waiting for them ahead.

But I know that only by leaving here can I have a chance of survival.

Walking through grasslands, across deserts, over mountains, and moving forward with difficulty towards farther places.

(End of this chapter)