Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han suddenly stood up from the ground.

All that could be seen was a vast expanse of sky with swirling clouds, a boundless earth with an endless wind, flying sand and stones swirling like ink, and the roar of tigers and the cries of eagles as powerful as mountains.

"Where am I?!"

He felt as if he had suddenly found himself in a desolate wilderness, and everything around him was so unfamiliar.

The sky was overcast and the earth dark, and the time of year was unknown; the sun was hidden in the clouds, and the time of day was unknown.

He stood atop a hill and looked out over a vast expanse of birds, beasts, demons, and monsters, their eyes gleaming with ferocity and their fangs menacing, staring menacingly down at the hill below.

Yao Han looked closely and saw that there was a small village at the foot of the hill. It seemed that only this place was still inhabited within a hundred miles.

In this village lived a group of ordinary people, dressed in tattered, ragged clothes.

Faced with this surging tide of beasts, not one of these mortals retreated. They gathered at the village entrance, holding sticks and carrying spears, with the strong and young leading the way and protecting the women, children, and the elderly behind them.

The beast tide was approaching, gradually surrounding the small village. The dozen or so households had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

Yao Han's heart tightened. He was about to summon the Impermanent Boat from his storage bag when he suddenly realized that he could not use his divine sense and magic power. Looking closely at himself, he found that he was just a phantom.

He suddenly remembered the story he had heard from Chu Ge, and a flash of inspiration struck him. Could it be that he had accidentally merged with the energy of the stone wall while lost in thought, and his consciousness had entered the remaining ancient memories?

I just don't know when or where this scene is happening, or why I'm standing here.

"Since there's nothing we can do, we can only wait and see."

He turned his gaze toward the group of ordinary people below the mountain.

In his view, these people were almost certainly doomed to die.

Although he had a sharp blade in his hand, he was not facing ordinary wild beasts, but a large group of magical beasts, including powerful spirit birds and giant demons. Their terrifying aura made even Yao Han, a cultivator, feel a chill down his spine.

He could recognize some of the lower-level ones, but he had never even heard of most of them and couldn't even name them.

This is why he guessed that this place was an ancient battlefield.

As he was pondering, the monsters moved.

The monsters' attack was extremely orderly, with low-level beasts in front and high-level demons bringing up the rear. Despite their massive numbers, there was no chaos, leading him to wonder if someone was directing them from behind the scenes.

Soon, the villagers clashed with the leading group of wolves.

These jackals, with their grey fur, large tails, and fierce eyes, were almost all larger than a human. They were attracted to blood and would bite anyone they saw. In the instant the weapons clashed, blood was drawn among the crowd, and two people were caught off guard and tackled to the ground.

Someone shouted loudly, urging the rest of their companions to gather together, stand in a row, advance and retreat together, and fight side by side.

Initially, this method had some effect; at least no one would fall down so easily anymore.

But that's all; after all, they have to face more than just a wave of wolves.

Under the frenzied onslaught of these wild beasts, some were wounded, some broke their spears, and wolf carcasses piled up all over the village entrance, but more and more people lay down in pools of blood alongside them.

The first, the second, the third...

As the number of casualties increased, gaps appeared in the human wall, and those who were being protected at the back also suffered deaths and injuries.

Standing atop the peak, Yao Han witnessed the entire bloody and cruel scene and shook his head.

Human strength is ultimately no match for demons; in this barbaric era, human life is truly less valuable than grass.

The blood on the ground accumulated more and more, and the pervasive stench stained the wind red. The dilapidated village was littered with corpses and broken bones. Gradually, only two people remained alive at the foot of the mountain.

Two men, one tall and one short, appeared to be father and son. The father shielded the young child behind him, the iron axe in his hand trembling slightly. He was covered in wounds and blood, panting heavily with exhaustion, but his gaze remained unwavering.

Yao Han sighed. It's pitiful how people protect their children, but what good is it to have persevered this far? He's just a mortal, without any powers, and he simply can't survive among these thousands of demons.

He could already guess what would happen next, so he turned his back, unable to bear watching any longer.

Just as he turned around, he seemed to suddenly hear the distant sound of drums.

Yao Han was taken aback, stopped in his tracks, and looked up into the distance.

The monsters surrounding the village seemed stunned, looking around in confusion, temporarily forgetting about the father and son in the village.

The drumbeats grew closer, denser, and louder until they resounded throughout the wilderness and shook the earth.

Accompanied by the booming sound of drums, the scene before Yao Han's eyes deeply moved him.

But then, the heavy clouds in the east parted, and banners appeared all over the fields and mountains. The blue horses and iron cavalry were as powerful as rainbows, the horns and drums roared in unison, shaking the heavens and the golden spears exuded a fierce aura that shook the sky!

Then I heard that the mountains and rivers to the west had opened up, and arrows flew like rain to the ground. People in brocade robes and plain clothes crossed the river together in boats, and people stood before their horses with bows drawn and swords held. All living beings were of one mind and cried out like cranes in the wind!

These villagers are not putting up a last-ditch resistance.

Instead, they were waiting, waiting for reinforcements to arrive!

A furious roar rose from the east, heroes drew their swords and took the lead, the sound of horses' hooves startling the beasts; three mournful songs echoed from the west, the blood of the common people was offered as a sacrifice to the banner of righteousness, and the clanging of weapons was used to avenge injustice.

In the blink of an eye, reinforcements attacked from both sides, like two swords piercing the sky, tearing a hole in the demon horde and rushing towards the small village at the foot of the mountain!

Yao Han hurriedly looked down and saw that the father who was protecting his son had sacrificed himself, but his son was still alive!

The child was less than two feet from the wolf's bloody jaws when, at the critical moment, an armored soldier on a black horse scooped him up and held him in his arms. With a thrust of his iron spear, the wolf howled and died under the horse's hooves.

With tears in his eyes, the soldier, still on horseback, lifted the child high above his head:

"Alive! There's still one person alive!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, one shout evokes ten thousand responses. A cheer erupted from the reinforcements as they protected the soldiers and the child, fighting their way through the surging tide of monsters. On the desolate plain, swords gleamed and blood gushed into the sky.

Yao Han was deeply shaken.

What I had been thinking about before naturally came to mind.

What is benevolence?

A person of noble character and integrity would not seek to live at the expense of others, but would rather sacrifice their life to achieve righteousness.

In times of crisis, one should sacrifice oneself to save others; even if only one person survives, one should still go to their aid.

To save one person is to uphold the benevolence of heaven and earth;

To die for oneself is to establish the ultimate principle of human relations.

Benevolence is the way of humanity!

Yao Han's eyes were clear. Looking down again, the surging tide of people charging through the demon horde was like a mighty torrent, unstoppable and invincible wherever it went.

He was so engrossed in watching that he felt the crowd was like a winding river or a mighty dragon, constantly flying and swirling, drawing patterns in his eyes and stirring his own energy, causing his inner energy to surge and boil.

Unconsciously, following the guidance of the patterns and the route taken by the giant dragon, he manipulated his magic power to circulate through his meridians, endlessly and continuously.

A moment later, the clouds dispersed, the blue sky reappeared, and a ray of sunlight shone down, making his disheveled hair shine brilliantly.

In the dim light, Yao Han's lips curled into a faint smile.

He knew that he had finally broken free from the shadows of the past and embarked on a new path.

After hardship comes happiness, like a new life.