The human world is like a purgatory.
Demons and monsters have emerged in droves throughout the world.
Because there are no gods in the world, yet there are gods in the world.
The path to heaven has been severed, and the last god has fallen into slumber.
Several more large races have been added to the world.
Several powerful sects have also emerged.
There were also more tribes taking advantage of the chaos.
She traveled to many places, bringing disaster to many places, and even caused several sects to be devoured by her occasional stays.
Across the land, countless people starved to death, and millions lay floating corpses. One day, she saw a moss-covered tomb and stopped in her tracks, staring at the earthen stones before it.
Her hand touched the stone, and the blurry image of a monkey appeared in her mind.
"If I die, I will bury myself properly."
"Is he going to die?"
"...Yes, if I die, I'll never see you again."
"Oh." She nodded, not quite understanding.
"I'll bury myself properly, so it won't stink up to you. You can't collect my body anyway."
"Collecting corpses? What's that?" she asked, looking at the monkey's back with a puzzled expression.
She saw the monkey's shoulders trembling, its eyes redder than usual, and a tear falling down its cheek. "Don't ask anymore. You're a freak, you wouldn't understand."
"And what is that?"
"I told you, you wouldn't understand." The monkey threw stones at her, but seeing that she didn't dodge, it was startled by its own actions. "How can you be so stupid? Don't you know how to dodge?"
"If it didn't hurt, why wouldn't you dodge?" she replied matter-of-factly. The monkey was furious and ignored her for several days.
Later, she learned to apologize to the monkey in the way humans do, saying, "In your next life, you won't feel pain anymore, so whether you hide or not won't make much difference."
In the following days, the monkey rarely visited her, as if he was sulking. By then, the monkey was already an old monkey.
Although a thousand years have passed, she is still certain that the stone retains the aura of a monkey.
Her memory was short, but since waking up, the few impressions she had in her mind were of a monkey with a red bottom and a phoenix that had already left her.
"Monkey, I think I understand now what life is and what death is."
She dug up the small grave.
The grave was made of piled stones, with the largest stone on top. A broken rope was wrapped around that large stone, and the other end of the rope was on the skeletal fingers of a curled-up corpse.
"You're a clever monkey, how can you die?" She seemed not to understand. "That's right, I guess I can die too."
Beside the remains lay a small cloth bag, its color faded and worn away by time.
But she knew that it was the monkey who had pestered her to embroider it.
"You really are something." She smiled, dug up the soil with her hands, and buried him back in. "I don't have much time left to be conscious. I hope you will be reborn... Ha, aren't you afraid of the pain? Because you said I was stupid."
One day, when she awoke from the blood-stained river, a three-legged golden crow was kicked into the river by its companion, and by sheer coincidence, she caught it in her hands.
"Gagaga..."
She looked at the golden crow, her steps unwavering, placed it on her shoulder, and continued walking along the river.
In the days that followed, whenever she was conscious, the golden crow would appear and land on her shoulder.
Over time, if a kind tribe invited her to visit, she would tell them that her name was Xiao Ge.
Those decades were filled with vicissitudes on earth, and the last god living in heaven remained indifferent to worldly affairs, sleeping year-round.
After the severing of the connection between heaven and earth, there was no longer a path to heaven for mortals, and the Xuanmen (mysterious sect) became the greatest hope for approaching immortals.
She merely coldly observes the movements of the world; this world needs her. She is a killer, born for war.
He was also the only god who was not in the heavens but on the ground when the War of the Gods began.
She knew the one lying in the sky; its name was Qi Yun.
Her birth was a contingency plan left by this world for Qi Yun, and so were the gods in the heavens.
Therefore, Qi Yun devised a plan to kill all the original gods in the sky, cut off the connection with the outside world, and also destroyed a group of gods who had just begun to emerge.
This world doesn't need so many gods; two, enemies, fighting against each other, are enough.
Things finally took a turn for the better one day when she glimpsed an opportunity to coexist with Qi Yun from underground. What she didn't know was that Qi Yun was thinking about how to use her identity to achieve his own goals.
Slaughter looked at the child who should have died on the battlefield. The child was underdeveloped, but had great strength and was too thin.
She had just woken up from the river and was planning to leave; she had seen too many similar scenes over the decades.
She is the one who kills, who brings war, and the cost of cleaning it up should be borne by the sleeping deity in the heavens; she has no right to overstep her bounds.
However, she thought of the skinny monkey, and looking at this person who was still breathing, her mind was filled with the words she had said to that monkey.
The words that Qi Yun speaks to someone will become a blessing and stay with that person for a lifetime.
Her words become a curse, and the curse follows the soul.
She took that step, breaking a taboo; from the moment she saved the young child, her existence would be noticed by fate.
Because of her blood, the child grew up very quickly. He was not afraid of pain and did not know what it felt like to be beaten. He thrived in the White Deer tribe.
Gradually, people began to call him the God of War.
When the white deer's shaman approached her and asked her to be his bride, she readily agreed. She recognized the boy; he was the reincarnation of the monkey who had been with her the first time, her old friend. Even if it meant marriage, she would agree.
However, the boy misunderstood and thought they were really getting married.
Unlike other couples who have to deal with household chores like childbirth, boys are born without parents, and only such people are qualified to become gods in folk religion.
His name is Lu Wei, which she gave him, because he is the only person on land.
Slaughter cannot linger in one place for too long; her existence brings calamity to the world, sweeping away the dust and the old.
During her time away, she visited the Soul Clan. She could foresee that this race would face annihilation within a thousand years.
The Soul Clan inherited the power from her: curses.
She should have been saved.
After that, an elite member of the Soul Clan migrated to the depths of the snowfield, while the golden crow that loved to perch on her shoulder cultivated into human form and stayed in the Soul Clan in her place.
They await the day their clan is wiped out, when darkness will shroud this snowfield, and they also await the day when, after ten thousand years, the tide will turn and the tide will be turned.
Because he was also a descendant of God, and his parents died because of prayer.
She counted the days, forged a sword, and sent it to the demon realm—a situation she didn't want to see.
Because of that sword, the demon race almost faced annihilation. However, the demon lord did not care about the deaths and injuries of the demon race, and even the final seal was done willingly.
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