The phantom of Yue Fei in the sky gradually disappeared and then turned into a white light, returning to the sword.

"Whoosh..."

The steel sword flew back into the scabbard in Guo Jing's hand.

Guo Jing swallowed hard and looked at Huang Rong beside him. Huang Rong was also deathly pale. The scene just now had terrified not only the Mongols, but also him and his wife.

"Splash..."

Suddenly, nearly ten thousand Mongols around them knelt down and bowed to Guo Jing, chanting "May the Eternal Heaven calm its anger."

For a moment, apart from Guo Jing and Huang Rong, only Yelü Chucai was still standing.

"It is beyond human capability, beyond human capability," Yelü Chucai murmured. Then he sighed softly and knelt down.

After standing there for a moment, Guo Jing finally snapped out of his daze after being reminded by Huang Rong.

"Great Khan, and all of you, please rise."

As he spoke, he went over and helped his Anda Tore up.

"Guo Jing'an replied, 'This is the Eternal Heaven. It's him, it's him who's angry.'" Tolui exclaimed excitedly. He was also terrified.

For a moment, Guo Jing didn't know how to explain what had just happened. He was familiar with the Mongols. To the Mongols, anything beyond their comprehension was the work of the Eternal Heaven. At this moment, if Li Daoyi were here, probably every Mongol would regard him as the Eternal Heaven.

“This is the might of Heaven, Great Khan. Under the might of Heaven, we Mongols cannot be its enemy. I suggest we abandon the plan to march south.” At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk helped Ögedei up and said softly beside him.

“Heavenly might, yes, so what if there are thousands of troops? Who can stop us?” Ögedei nodded numbly.

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing and Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. They had just wasted one opportunity, and the sword could still be used twice more. If Ögedei insisted, they would have to let the remaining two swords attack the Mongols, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. However, this would go against their original intention.

"Great Khan, it's good that you can see the truth. The Mongols yearn for freedom, and the grasslands are your true home. I don't know if you've ever considered how long you could last if you truly conquered the Central Plains? Would you rely on brutal force to rule? Even so, I believe the Mongols will inevitably follow the same path as the Jurchens. Before things escalate into a major disaster, seeking another path is the most sensible thing to do." Huang Rong stepped forward and said to Ögedei. She was very intelligent and understood that simply intimidating them with force was not enough; they also needed to psychologically make the Mongols understand that they were not suited for the Central Plains.

"The Han people farm, and the Mongols herd livestock. In fact, we can coexist. The Mongol cattle and sheep can meet the consumption needs of the Central Plains, and the Mongols also need the products of the Central Plains. We can exchange goods and resources without having to start a war. Life is only once. The lives of the Han people are lives, and the lives of the Mongols are also lives. You should not have forgotten how hard the Mongols lived under the oppression of the Jurchens more than 30 years ago. Why do you want to follow the Jurchens' path now and become the people you once hated?" Huang Rong continued.

Guo Jing stared blankly at his wife. He hadn't expected Huang Rong to see things so clearly. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "It was truly a wise move for the immortal to agree to Huang Rong's visit."

Ögedei and his two companions were even more impressed with Huang Rong.

“Ah, Guo Jing’an, I really envy you for having such a good wife,” Tolui sighed from the side.

“That’s right. Our Great Yuan cannot follow in the footsteps of the Jurchens. Guo Jing, I agree.” After saying this, Ögedei walked towards Guo Jing and extended his hand to him.

Guo Jing then extended his hand, and the two hands clasped tightly together.

"Hahahaha..." The two sides looked at each other and laughed. Everyone was happy that the crisis could be resolved.

"Chirp..."

"Chirp..."

Just then, the cry of a white eagle came from the sky.

Then two white eagles flew towards them from the distant sky.

"Don't move! That's Guo Jing's white eagle!" Tolui quickly reprimanded some of the soldiers who were about to draw their bows.

"Chirp...chirp..."

The two white eagles let out a mournful cry and then flew down to the high platform.

"Wow, the little guy from before has grown so big." Ögedei was shocked; the white eagle was truly enormous.

"Truly a sacred beast!" Yelü Chucai couldn't help but exclaim.

However, the two white eagles then lay on the ground trembling, which surprised the group. Given their size, they had virtually no natural enemies, but now they looked terrified.

“Strange, Brother Jing, look, don’t they look like they did on Zhongnan Mountain?” Huang Rong said.

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing looked around. With his excellent eyesight, he could see that apart from the surrounding Mongol army, the area was just open grassland, without even a single wolf.

Guo Jing bent down and gently stroked the two white eagles.

"Eagle, what's wrong? What are you afraid of?"

"Chirp...chirp..."

The white eagle cried out, but unfortunately, no one present understood.

"Rumble..."

Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone was startled and quickly looked up.

Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared out of nowhere above everyone's heads. The formation of the cloud was very strange, as it appeared suddenly.

"How could this be? How did these clouds suddenly appear?" Torre exclaimed in shock.

Dark clouds and lightning are not unfamiliar to the Mongols, but the formation of thunderclouds usually takes time, so this sudden appearance is very strange.

Just as everyone was looking at the sky with puzzled expressions, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

"Da da da..."

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached, and the figures on horseback could be vaguely seen. Huang Rong looked at the figures in the distance, and a strange sense of familiarity washed over her.

"Rong'er, Rong'er." Suddenly a loud voice came.

"Such profound internal strength!" the Golden Wheel Monk exclaimed in surprise.

“Father, it’s Father.” Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing.

"Dad, I'm here..."

Huang Rong regained her girlish smile, ran to the side of the platform, raised her hands, and waved excitedly.

The figure leaped high from the horse's back, glided through the air like a bird, and landed directly on the heads of the surrounding Mongol soldiers, then sped towards the high platform.

With a somersault in the air, the person landed gently on the high platform.

"Father-in-law," Guo Jing hurriedly greeted him.

The man who arrived was Huang Yaoshi. He had been traveling non-stop to reach Mongolia. On the way, he captured a few herdsmen and learned the location of the Mongol army from them, so he rushed over.

"Rong'er." Huang Yaoshi ignored Guo Jing and rushed straight to his daughter, leaving Guo Jing standing there awkwardly.

"Father!" Huang Rong rushed towards her father like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Father, what brings you here?"

"Rong'er, it's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright." Huang Yaoshi said with a sigh of relief.

"So it's Huang Yaoshi, one of the Five Greats. Meeting him today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved," said the Golden Wheel Monk with a smile.

Just then, Huang Rong released her father.

"Father, stop talking now. Look at the sky. What's going on?" Huang Rong said quickly.

Huang Yaoshi looked at the sky and saw that the dark clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the surroundings were gradually getting dark.

“I saw it from afar; the appearance of these clouds is rather abnormal,” Huang Yaoshi said in a deep voice.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds.

"Click..."

"boom…"

The lightning struck the ground hard, instantly producing a violent explosion.

Everyone felt a sudden tightness in their chest.

Huang Yaoshi quickly took out more than a dozen copper coins from his pocket and scattered them on the ground.

"The Eighteen Plum Blossom Divination Technique!" Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise.

"What do you mean?" everyone asked in unison.

"Shh..." Huang Rong gestured for everyone to be quiet.

Eighteen copper coins were scattered haphazardly on the ground, while Huang Yaoshi knelt on one knee, watching intently, his hands constantly calculating.

"Oh no, this is a terrible omen!" Huang Yaoshi suddenly looked up.

"What?"

“A terrible omen, Father, what does that mean?” Huang Rong asked hurriedly.

"Heaven is wrathful! Have you done something against the will of Heaven?" Huang Yaoshi hurriedly asked.

"No, no, we were just discussing whether the Yuan Dynasty would stop its southward expansion. We didn't do anything else," Ögedei hurriedly replied.

"Yes, father-in-law," Guo Jing quickly replied.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes, glancing at Guo Jing and then at Ögedei Khan.

"Oh, you wicked Li Shenxian, your actions are defying the heavens! You've got us all in deep trouble!" Huang Yaoshi suddenly sighed.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. What did this have to do with that deity?

"Father, what do you mean? Stop beating around the bush at a time like this," Huang Rong said anxiously. They had all witnessed the terrifying power of the lightning just now, and they had no idea where it would strike next.

"I don't know if he had foreseen this, but the Mongols stopping their southward advance seemed to go against the will of Heaven, which is why Heaven was angered," Huang Yaoshi said.

"What?" Everyone was stunned. They never imagined that stopping the war would offend the heavens.

"Damn it!" Guo Jing said angrily.

"The wrath of Heaven is unpredictable; there's nothing we can do." Huang Yaoshi gently stroked Huang Rong's hair, a hint of despair in his eyes.

"No..." Huang Rong suddenly said.

"We'll be fine," Huang Rong said confidently.

Everyone turned to look at Huang Rong.

"Brother Jing, have you forgotten the sword in your hand?" Huang Rong asked with a smile.

Guo Jing quickly raised the steel sword in his hand.

"You mean, it can stop the wrath of heaven?" Guo Jing asked uncertainly.

At this moment, Li Daoyi, who was far away in Kaifeng, suddenly received a system notification.

"Warning, warning! The host has altered the course of history, and the will of heaven and earth is about to unleash divine punishment."

Li Daoyi, who was instructing Yang Guo in the general's mansion, suddenly froze.

"Divine punishment? Where?"

"The Mongolian grasslands, the punished ones, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, the Mongolian Khan, etc."

"What?" Li Daoyi suddenly stood up.

"How could there be divine punishment? Isn't this just an ordinary world?" Li Daoyi hurriedly asked.

He had just received many reward notifications for points, including from Ögedei and his group. He thought everything had gone smoothly, but he never expected such divine punishment to occur.

"Reporting to the host, someone is manipulating the will of heaven and earth," the system replied after a moment of silence.

"Damn, what the hell? Manipulation?" Li Daoyi was completely dumbfounded.

"The will of heaven and earth in this world is extremely fragile, and even the host can easily control it," the system continued.

"No, I have to go save them." Li Daoyi said, and then flew up.

At this moment, he no longer cared who was manipulating the will of heaven and earth; he only wanted to fly to the grasslands immediately to save Guo Jing and the others.

"Huh? Master, where are you going?" Yang Guo looked up with a puzzled expression.