The Word of Heaven

Chapter 353 This is the vision of all humanity.

This was a bloody and boring war.

The earth, no longer completely black under the leaden clouds, was illuminated intermittently by flashes of blazing white lightning, which intensified the chilling atmosphere of the desolate wasteland.

Like a dark, surging tide, the Qin Xuanjia heavy cavalry broke through the heavy rain curtain. With the help of the gale, their speed increased, and the sound of their hooves became more and more in sync with the thunder in the clouds, until at one moment they completely merged into one.

The death of General Xu failed to break the soldiers' will.

Having been tempered and refined by the relentless wind and snow of the wilderness for decades, the cavalrymen participating in tonight's charge all possess their own pride.

This pride is so intense.

This pride comes from the absolute fact that the Qin Dynasty dominated the world for nearly a thousand years, and from the greatest glory of rising up again more than a hundred years ago when it was at its lowest point and defeating the arrogant Taoist sect head-on!
Even the Qin Dynasty, as dilapidated as it was a hundred years ago, could still defeat you. How could the Qin Dynasty of today not be able to kill you!

Regardless of rank, whether they were high-ranking generals or ordinary cavalrymen, they were not afraid of that sword strike; instead, they felt even more courage.

This courage, amidst the raging storm, coalesced into a magnificent song, and then... the black tide finally surged up the hill.

The long, almost all-night rush did not diminish the power contained within the waves, which surged toward the man standing atop the hill in the most resolute manner.

Gu Zhuo did not choose to retreat, nor did he hold his sword in front of him.

Even cultivators who have reached the Ascension Realm will feel immense pressure when facing the charge of the Zhenbei Army and even the most elite Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry, composed of tens of thousands of cultivators from the entire Great Qin Empire.

Moreover, at this moment, he...

The clear light from the stars and moon did not truly heal his wounds; rather, it seemed to allow a part of his body to re-transform, thus alleviating the severe injuries caused by the shattered Dawn and Dusk Bell.

Any cultivator in the human world would experience a rejection reaction at such a moment because their body cannot adapt to the transformation of Tao, ultimately leading to a decline in their combat power, or even damage or deterioration of their realm.

Even Gu Zhuo, a hundred years ago, was no exception.

Although he no longer has such concerns, his injuries still remain, making it impossible for him to be at ease.

When the first cavalryman appeared before him, raised his lance and thrust it forward with explosive force, slashing a straight line through the rain... a blade flashed, arriving before him.

The blade flashed without any apparent mystery; it was simply fast and powerful, penetrating the armor precisely, grazing the cavalryman's throat and drawing a few drops of blood.

Knowing that death was imminent, the cavalryman's eyes grew even more fanatical, and all his true energy surged into his spear, attempting to leave a scar on the Demon Lord's body.

However, at this moment, the true energy that should have been moving forward was suddenly cut off. As if falling into a bottomless abyss, the momentum of the spearhead instantly became rootless water and quickly dissipated into nothingness.

In the moments before his death, a hint of bewilderment appeared in the cavalryman's eyes. With that bewilderment, he strained to open his eyes wide, only to see the long sword land on the spear like a dragonfly skimming the water, effortlessly and without breaking a sweat.

The scene did not evoke any despair or fear in him, but rather mockery.

Yes, such a method is indeed extremely mysterious and unparalleled.

But this is a war, not a matter of life and death between two cultivators.

With this thought in mind, the first Qin heavy cavalryman to approach Gu Zhuo died.

Death is never the end.

The warhorse, still alive, carried its master's corpse and the powerful impact of its desperate charge to deliver its final blow.

Gu Zhuo did not draw his sword again.

He reached out, snatched the iron spear that was rushing towards him, and pressed it down directly.

When the gun was in the hands of the dead man, and the barrel was pressed down, it naturally encountered the warhorse first.

The moment they met, the immense impact surged into Gu Zhuo's body through the gun. Far from causing him any real harm, it transformed into his power in an indescribable and wondrous way.

This unsustainable force was channeled entirely into the longsword, which Gu Zhuo used to slash at the second Qin cavalryman who arrived.

With a muffled thud that sent chills down one's spine, the cavalryman's body and armor were smashed into hundreds of pieces, spraying blood and bones in all directions.

Then it repeats.

Knife and gun.

In the surging, endless black tide, I became a small boat, carrying that black-clad figure as it rose and fell in the storm.

More cavalrymen charged toward the hill, the ground sinking into the increasingly monotonous clatter of hooves. The lightning lurking in the night sky had not yet struck, indifferently watching the human carnage.

But rather than a bloodbath, it was more like the elite soldiers of the Zhenbei Army were using their own blood to try to break through that black reef.

The death of General Xu did not shatter the spirit, but it inevitably made it difficult for the generals to make decisions, preventing them from issuing orders immediately.

Some recognized that the Demon Lord was able to withstand the cavalry charge using the methods that the Princess was most skilled at, and thus they couldn't help but feel worried. Then another general believed that this situation wouldn't last long, because the Demon Lord wasn't the Princess, and he clearly hadn't yet returned to the Ascension Realm. At this moment, someone else pointed to the sky and judged that a turning point was coming soon...

Gu Zhuo was unaware of all these judgments, words, and schemes.

He is experiencing a bloody battle unlike anything he has ever encountered in his past or present life.

It's all the enemy's blood.

Covered in blood.

The relentless wind howled and surged in, staining his hair red, making his clothes increasingly heavy, and causing his palms to feel greasy from the blood.

One after another, iron spears crumbled under the infusion of power. Gu Zhuo remained silent, becoming increasingly proficient in the spear techniques he had learned from Bai Nanming in a way he had never imagined before.

Time loses its meaning in this carnage.

People died, then more people died, and warhorses followed suit... In this dark world, death could no longer be described as one after another; it was more like wild grass being burned across the plains, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of horses' hooves gradually subsided, leaving the world to be returned to the sounds of wind, rain, and thunder.

This was not a ceasefire, nor was it the Qin heavy cavalry facing death and fear; rather, it was a forced and helpless temporary halt.

Countless corpses piled up on the former hill, making the charge impossible to continue.

The blood made a gurgling sound as it seeped between the armor pieces.

These two characters were originally meant to describe a stream.

This shows just how many people died in this charge.

After a quick and simple count, the leading generals learned that approximately two thousand men had died in the first charge.

Then they looked at the hill that had once stood there, their expressions becoming more serious and calm, and together they made a decision.

The hill is considered "former" because it was flattened by the relentless charges of the Xuanjia heavy cavalry, leaving a visible depression in the wasteland. If not for the silent blessing of the will that the barbarians call "Heaven," the landscape would never have maintained its current state.

That black-clad figure was no longer in the sight of the survivors.

However, everyone knows that he is still alive, albeit surrounded by corpses.

The torrential rain continues, but the rocks remain unbroken.

The soldiers of Qin stared at the horrific scene, and their burning passion subsided slightly.

After a moment of silence, the soldiers obeyed orders, took out their crossbows, and nocked their iron arrows.

As the order was given, arrows mingled with the rain and shot towards the pile of two thousand corpses.

The next moment, the arrows, imbued with the military's special techniques, collided with the armor, causing a dramatic change.

This change is an explosion.

boom!
In an instant, darkness returned to daylight.

The raindrops were illuminated to an extreme degree.

then.

Amidst the sizzling sound, the rainwater was burned into an extremely hot white mist, which, along with the shattered iron pieces, was swept up by the air currents and flowed towards the very center of the pile of corpses without the slightest deviation!

This was undoubtedly an arrangement made by the Qin military, or rather, by Wang Jingshuo, to kill Gu Zhuo tonight.

Even Pei Jingge, a cultivator below the Feather Transformation Realm, could not escape unscathed from such an attack and would inevitably pay a heavy price.

What should Gu Zhuo do then?

……

The continuous explosions finally stopped, and the mist, rain, and flames mingled together.

If it weren't for the presence of those scattered pieces of flesh and blood, the scene at this moment could even be described as magnificent.

No one made a sound; their gazes remained fixed on the very center of the corpse, as they waited for the truth to emerge amidst their increasingly rapid heartbeats.

The next moment, the truth slowly emerged.

As the armor and corpses forged from black iron melted in the high temperature, the mist was blown away by the wind, and the scene gradually became clear.

Gu Zhuo held the knife in one hand.

For example, standing still at the beginning.

It's still that same reef.

The difference is that there are many more gaps in the stone.

That wasn't flesh and blood, but his black shirt.

The black shirt was torn, and the large sleeves were tattered.

The long sword was reduced to half.

His body was covered in blood, and his face was as pale as snow.

The soldiers of Qin, watching this scene and seeing the enemy who had not died, finally felt fear and overwhelming exhaustion at this moment after the start of the war.

If this can't kill you, who isn't even a fully ascended being, how can I possibly kill you?
There was dead silence between heaven and earth.

……

The answer to this question didn't last long.

The wasteland was shaken once again.

A general looked up and saw countless barbarians crossing the river.

He had an inexplicable intuition that the savages shared the same goal as him.

So he looked at Gu Zhuo with pity in his eyes, thinking, "You are indeed extremely powerful, but... so what?"
Your death has now become a shared aspiration for all humanity.

"This is divine retribution."

The general spoke to Gu Zhuo, his voice breaking through the heavy rain.

……

Gu Zhuo did not respond.

Before anyone knew it, the night had quietly faded away.

The morning light began to rise from the horizon, hazy and indistinct.

The long night is finally over.

Gu Zhuo reached out and smoothed his blood-stained, disheveled hair behind his shoulder, gazing at the distant mountains.

After a moment, he said something weary but calm.

That was a very simple sentence.

"But I want to live for another ten thousand years."

This is not a plea.