Xingtian slowly raised the battle axe and giant shield in his hands.

Silently, an oppressive force so strong that it stopped one's heart from beating surged forth.

This was the last God of War on this ancient land, the most powerful general under the Yan Emperor, and the strongest divine being in martial prowess after Chi You. Even though he had been beheaded and had been asleep for too long, his past experiences were still real.

He was still the divine being who brandished the unyielding blade at Xuanyuan when the world submitted.

Xingtian stared at Wei Yuan.

He slowly took a step forward.

Kua'e Yueyin groaned, and the faces of the men opposite her also changed drastically, turning pale. Then, they staggered and knelt on the ground, their blood almost squeezed to its limit. They could only try their best to support themselves, otherwise, they would probably be crushed into a pool of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.

Their hearts trembled, as if they were about to witness an unprecedented, magnificent battle.

One of the men, shrouded in a cloak, could not withstand such enormous pressure. A fierce aura of a savage beast erupted from his body. He roared and suddenly stood up, but instead, he was affected and countered by Xingtian's aura. He immediately spat out blood, and the land beneath him was directly turned into powder.

Xingtian frowned, seemingly disliking this kind of aura.

Then, he casually waved the battle axe in his hand.

The leader of that group of people looked extremely ugly. At this moment, he even wished he could personally deal with his subordinate. Then, he was directly crushed into minced meat by the essence of the battle axe, and his blood exploded. Xingtian, even though he had once been an enemy of Xuanyuan, was still a war general of the Yan Emperor's tribe.

He was an ancestor of the Yanhuang lineage.

Just as Xingtian raised the shield in his hand, about to smash it down on Wei Yuan,

he suddenly heard a voice—

"What happened six hundred years ago?"

Kua'e Yueyin thought for a while and replied, "Six hundred years ago, specifically more than six hundred years ago, it seems that someone cut off several more connections between the Shanhai and the human world. The specifics... you'd probably have to go to the human world to see..."

Someone beside her laughed, "The human world? Isn't this the human world?"

"Ah, I'm talking about *that* human world."

"Yueyin, do you still believe in the legendary country ruled by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? Everyone knows that's just a myth, right?"

"Just a fictional Central Plains country in the *Shanhai Jing*. Even if it existed, it's gone now."

The women of the Women's Kingdom were chattering noisily.

Wei Yuan seemed thoughtful.

More than six hundred years ago, converted, was the era of Emperor Hongwu and Zhu Biao of the Ming Dynasty.

Did anything special happen in that era?

He said, "By the way, what about the god Zhurong? He wouldn't be asleep too, would he?"

Kua'e Yueyin said, "The god Zhurong?"

"He fell asleep a long time ago. It seems that many things have happened in the Yumin Kingdom. Now the Yumin Kingdom seems to be completely rejecting the worship of Zhurong. Even the priests who originally sacrificed to Zhurong have been expelled."

Zhurong asleep?

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

...

Changyang Mountain.

The God of War Xingtian slowly returned to his original position and sat down.

The Mountain God of Changyang Mountain appeared and trembled as he saluted.

Xingtian slowly said:

"It's rare to wake up... I thought I would sleep until my soul dissipated."

He glanced at the Mountain God and said:

"You are guarding me at Xuanyuan's behest. I will not do anything to you."

The Mountain God did not dare to respond.

"But I need you to do one thing for me."

The Mountain God respectfully replied, "Please tell me. This little god will do everything in his power to complete it for you."

Once a civil official who praised a life of peace, and also the God of War of the Yan Emperor's clan who dared to draw his blade against Xuanyuan, Xingtian pointed to the pottery pot next to him and said, "Do you see that?"

"Find me an object five thousand times larger than this, and fill it with the original coarse salt of the Age of Gods."

"Five thousand times?"

The Mountain God was shocked, and then hesitated, "Five thousand times... Isn't that a bit too big?"

"Not big."

Xingtian touched the jade book, sensed the aura on it, and said calmly, "I can sense that his eyes are very big, very big, worth five thousand times."

"Grind teeth and suck blood, an eye for an eye."

"Originally, I planned to end the past directly, but after careful consideration, it would be too cheap for him to just do that."

"I want him to feel what it's like to get salt in his eyes too."