I'm a magnetic field madman

Buddhism is no good, Taoism is no good, so is the demonic sect one too?

The fact that these guys, who claim to be descendants of the Hundred Schools of Thought, have managed to form a demonic sect speaks volumes about their behavior.

"And... even if his power is limited, we still believe that Master is invincible!"

Shi Zhixuan gazed at Xu Ziling's confident and resolute face, sighed, and then stood up with a flick of his sleeve...

"I will try my best to make sure that the Holy Gate doesn't cause you any trouble, and the Holy Gate won't help you either. You'd better take care of yourselves. Also, take good care of Qingxuan."

Xu Ziling nodded slightly, and in the blink of an eye, Shi Zhixuan had vanished. Looking at the scattered fallen leaves, Xu Ziling sighed softly…

Who knows how long this war and chaos in the world will continue?

31. The massacre of Goguryeo

While the world's attention was focused on the confrontation between the Heavenly Kingdom Army and the Li Clan, there was a figure that had been forgotten by many.

Emperor Yang Guang of Sui

No, he can no longer be called emperor, because after he burned down Luoyang and slaughtered most of the powerful clans, he had essentially relinquished his claim to all legitimacy in the Central Plains.

Moreover, he no longer wants to call himself some kind of damn emperor.

The dynasty had fallen, and Yang Guang had by then laid down all his burdens and baggage.

All that remained for him was burning resentment, an undying madness, and a gleeful desire to drag the whole world down with him.

He originally intended to go to Jiangdu, to begin his massacre in the Jiangnan region that displeased him. However, his encounter with Bai Wujie along the way caused Yang Guang to change his mind.

Since there's another madman stirring things up for him in the Central Plains and Jiangnan, he naturally wants to save time to do things he should be doing more.

Yang Guang was a person who cherished time. Moreover, since everyone was a madman who would turn the world upside down, it was only right to "love each other" properly before the final moment arrived.

Moreover, compared to slaughtering those ignorant people, Yang Guang had many more important things he didn't do!

For example... the massacre of Goguryeo.

There is no doubt that Yang Guang harbored hatred for Goguryeo. His three campaigns against Goguryeo were not only to recover lost territory and avenge his defeat, but also for the sake of the country.

The Goguryeo people who had seized control of Liaodong had always been a major threat to the Central Plains... If they were not eliminated, the tragedy of the Five Barbarian Invasions would one day be repeated.

Although Yang Guang hated the powerful clans that held him back the most, he also hated the Goguryeo people.

If he had the ability, Yang Guang would naturally want to fulfill the promises he had made.

But now, the main factors of national and personal grievances are no longer important. For Yang Guang, what is most important now is undoubtedly—

That's fucking awesome!

He wanted to make Goguryeo barren, and he wanted to ensure that not a single living person existed in Liaodong.

He said it, and he did it.

After leading his Tianjing Sword slaves through Youzhou, which was already in chaos due to Dou Jiande and Gao Kaidao, they headed directly to the Liao River.

Almost at the same time that the Heavenly Kingdom army ordered its southern expedition, Yang Guang led a group of Tianjing Sword Slaves across the Changbai Mountains and the Heilongjiang River and arrived at the city of Jian'an.

With a single sword strike, Yang Guang tore through the city wall of the city that had once blocked his army and his grand ambitions, and then ordered his sword slaves to rush in, leaving not a single blade of grass behind.

The slaughter lasted for a day and a night, and by dawn, both civilians and soldiers in the city had died a gruesome death.

Yang Guang ordered the confiscation of the mounds of corpses erected by the Goguryeo people, which were piled up by the Sui army...

Then they used the heads of all the garrison soldiers and civilians to build a mound of heads that was even more terrifying than the one built by the Goguryeo people.

Then, Yang Guang continued forward without hesitation.

King Goguryeo, Go Geonmu, was furious and astonished. He was also incredulous that the supposedly doomed Sui Dynasty had such military strength to capture Geonan City.

Especially those who were lucky enough to escape returned and told them that it was Yang Guang who led a group of monsters to massacre Jian'an City.

And regardless of age, weakness, illness, or disability, they were all slaughtered and devoured.

Murder and mutilation of a corpse are already extreme insults, let alone swallowing a living corpse. How could the King of Goguryeo tolerate such an insult?

Yang Guang is doomed!!

Enraged King Yeongnyu, Go Geonmu, ordered 80,000 Goguryeo troops, led by the chieftain Yeon Gaesomun, to march towards Anseong City, determined to stop the enemy at all costs.

However, by the time Yeon Gaesomun arrived at Anseong with 80,000 Goguryeo troops, the city, with its walls nearly a hundred feet high, had already been breached.

As those who managed to escape said, looking around, not a single corpse, whether male, female, or child, was intact.

Blood flowed like rivers, a scene resembling a feast of beasts. Yang Guang's massacre left no survivors, and every civilian who died was devoured alive in extreme agony.

Enraged, Yeon Gaesomun swore a blood oath, vowing that he would not be human unless he killed Yang Guang.

However, Yeon Gaesomun was well aware that with the enemy having captured Anseong so quickly, their next target would likely be Pyongyang. Therefore, he absolutely could not afford to delay any longer.

Yeon Gaesomun divided his 80,000-strong army into two: 40,000 men carrying baggage and other supplies who were unable to march were sent to the rear to provide support, while he led 40,000 light cavalry and infantry back to defend Pyongyang.

This time, he wasn't late.

However, what awaits him may be the deepest nightmare.

At the foot of Pyongyang Mountain, fifty miles outside the city, Yeon Gaesomun, leading an army of 40,000 men on a hasty return to defend the city, was filled with resentment and anger... and all of this was directed at the figure at the foot of the mountain.

"Yang Guang!! I'll skin you alive and tear you apart!!"

Yeon Gaesomun, wielding two swords, roared angrily, for all he had seen on his way back to Pyongyang was the utterly tragic scene he had witnessed.

Wherever Yang Guang's army went, nothing grew; civilians were slaughtered, soldiers were tortured to death, and numerous humiliating symbols were erected. It was even more horrific than the Jingguan (a mound of corpses).

Skulls piled up like mountains, bones formed a forest. Human hair was matted into felt, human flesh rotted into mud and dust. Human tendons were entangled in trees, dry and gleaming like silver.

The tragic scene was as if it had brought hell to this world, how could Yeon Gaesomun not hate it? How could he not be furious!

Compared to the 40,000 enraged soldiers, Yang Guang's army looked so small.

The few thousand troops, draped in black canopies, lay silent like corpses under the midday sun.

Only on the enormous dragon throne in the center, Yang Guang, with Xiao Meiniang in his arms, smiled as he watched Yeon Gaesomun and his army charge forward.

At this point, whether or not there is hatred between us and the Goguryeo people is no longer important.

Does it really matter whose fault it is, whose problem it is? For Yang Guang, all the reasons combined boil down to just one very simple truth.

I am the strong one, and I can do whatever I want.

Yeon Gaesomun's army was approaching, and Yang Guang's Heavenly Crystal Sword Slaves had already shed their disguises.

Beneath the black canopy were all monstrous creatures resembling aliens, yet they exuded an aura of holiness.

They were all immersed in the deepest dreams, and as sword slaves, they were controlled and acted not out of any anger or murderous intent.

Instead, it is a distorted, self-perceived sense of justice.

"Be happy, Tianjing, now you have another 40,000 people to use for your blood sacrifice."

Yang Guang stroked the Tianjing Sword in his hand, feeling the slightly trembling azure blade.

That force still firmly sealed the essence of the Heavenly Crystal, allowing him to still wield this sword of benevolence.

Maintaining this power seems to require killing. The more deaths and bloodshed, the more stable the power that seals the Heavenly Crystal becomes, and the magnetic field of more dead people can bring Yang Guang even greater power.

"Then go and kill them," Yang Guang said softly.

Faced with an army of 40,000, could the thousands of Heavenly Crystal Sword Slaves really wipe them out? The answer is yes, they could do it easily.

On the battlefield, numbers are never the limit, because humans are a fragile and cowardly species.

An army is never defeated because it is completely annihilated, but often because it loses a quarter or even less of its troops.

Such was the battlefield: those monsters, as if emerging from a nightmare, charged into the army led by Yeon Gaesomun. The army, which had been swaggering and proclaiming victory by stepping on the corpses of the Han people, collapsed as quickly as a tower of building blocks.

Yeon Gaesomun stared blankly at the routed army, muttering to himself... looking at the monster that seemed to have stepped out of a nightmare, a monster that overturned his common sense and understanding.

How could such a thing exist in the world?

In less than half an hour, the entire army had already scattered and fled in extreme fear.

They screamed in terror, roared in madness, threw down their weapons, and trampled over the corpses of their comrades as they fled this hell.

Yeon Gaesomun persisted, wielding his golden twin swords and fighting desperately. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he killed, he couldn't change the outcome.

He was surrounded, attacked, knocked off his horse, and then torn apart amidst his extremely unwilling roars.

Having killed such an opponent, Yang Guang felt no pleasure whatsoever. He merely took a sip of the wine offered by the beauty in his arms, pointed to the towering city of Pyongyang, and murmured...

"Go, break through it."

He didn't need to hunt down the fleeing soldiers, because he knew they would only become a deeper nightmare for the surviving Goguryeo people.

He would feel pleasure from this, because the pain caused by things he hated other than killing was what made him exceptionally happy.

Now, let's conquer Pyongyang and end everything for Goguryeo.

Pyongyang is a large city, the capital of Goguryeo located in the southwest of the peninsula, and it is the only city in the country that can be considered good.

It imitated Luoyang, with inner and outer cities and a triple palace, but it was much smaller and weaker than Luoyang.

However, this city is much more fortified than Luoyang, simply because it has such a guardian deity.

Within the city of Pyongyang, there is a place covering nine miles that is considered a sacred site.

In the eyes of the people of Pyongyang, it is even more sacred than the royal palace.

Because this is the Yijian Pavilion, and because this is where the god of Goguryeo, Fu Cailin, one of the three grandmasters of Yijian, lives.

Among the three grandmasters, Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan are both guardian deities of their respective countries and races.

Fu Cailin, who defended Pyongyang for many years and single-handedly defeated the Sui emperor, was regarded as a saint. Meanwhile, Bi Xuan, the Martial Venerable, guarded the sacred land of the Turks and was considered the supreme saint in the eyes of the Eastern and Western Turks.

As for Ning Daoqi? This nonsensical thing was nothing more than a dog serving the Buddhist sect, and in reality, Yang Guang had always looked down on this so-called "recluse".

As an emperor, Yang Guang might be able to respect a formidable opponent... but he would never despise a dog that only attacks its own people.

Today, as he approaches Pyongyang, Yang Guang waits, waiting to meet this enemy he has never met before.

Inside the forbidden garden of Yijian Pavilion, a white-clad man with long, flowing hair was gazing into the distance, exuding an otherworldly and ethereal aura.

However, he had an unusually narrow face, a high forehead and a long chin, a large and prominent nose with a curved bridge, and a wide mouth, which made his already small eyes appear even smaller.

The fact that someone with such outstanding temperament has such an ugly face makes one sigh.

And he was Fu Cailin, the guardian deity of Goguryeo and the master swordsman of Yijian.

"Master, just as I said, Yang Guang has finally come..."

Fu Junzhuo looked at her master with a pale face. She had returned to Pyongyang not long ago, and at that time she told Gao Jianwu and Yeon Gaesomun about how terrible Yang Guang was, but no one believed her.

Perhaps her master was willing to believe it, but by now, it's all too late.

She murmured, as if repeating a nightmare she couldn't wake from, whispering...

"It's too late for us in Goguryeo. That mad and incompetent ruler won't spare any of us..."

"Senior sister! How can you boost the morale of others while diminishing your own?" Junior sister Fu Junyu retorted loudly. Even in such a desperate situation, she was still willing to believe in their god Fu Cailin, just like the other Goguryeo people.

"The world has changed." Fu Cailin suddenly spoke, his voice leisurely yet tinged with a sense of vicissitude...

"Just as Jun Zhuo said, thousands of years of history have been completely changed in this day. Several months ago, I also felt that special power. I thought it was because of my martial arts progress, but now..."

Fu Cailin's hand gently stroked the water's surface, and an invisible magnetic force caused the water to rise high, each drop crystal clear and reflecting light under the blazing sun...

Undoubtedly, while Bai Wujie brought magnetic field power, Fu Cailin, as the most outstanding martial arts master of this era, was fortunate enough to sense and understand the existence and mysteries of magnetic field power.

His progress was no slower than Shi Zhixuan's. In fact, after hearing about Yang Guang's massacre, he even broke through the electric current propulsion and truly mastered the rotation of the magnetic field.

But so what?

The shattered void of this world was originally the ultimate goal and reward that countless martial artists longed for, but now it has become the most terrifying death warrant.

Because Fu Cailin knew that even if he disregarded everything and pushed the power to try to reach the known end to save everything, he still couldn't save Goguryeo.

On the contrary, once his power reaches its limit, he will simply reach the end that martial artists crave and shatter the void to depart.

What should have been the ultimate reward for a martial artist has now become a constraint preventing Fu Cailin from fulfilling his duty to protect his country and people.

Is it ironic, or perhaps a kind of good fortune?

Fu Junzhuo's face was pale; perhaps she was filled with regret. If she had been kinder to Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, if she had been able to persuade Bai Wujie to help them, perhaps things wouldn't be so passive...

But what's the point of all this? Yang Guang's army is already at the city gates, Goguryeo is now in complete chaos and death, and that vengeful, incompetent ruler refuses any negotiations. He's only here to destroy, purely to destroy.

"So be it. If this is fate, then I have no choice but to accept it."