Ye Wan stood up, and as soon as she stood still, a huge explosion came from the body of the golden toad beneath her feet.
The sound waves from the explosion reverberated for thousands of miles.
Wherever it swept, all buildings crumbled to dust; mountains collapsed into ruins; and the surging lake submerged everything around it.
The heat inside the golden toad's body didn't leak out at all, almost bursting its belly.
It's really hard to imagine what kind of devastating effect this heat would have if it were released.
The surroundings were noisy and chaotic, but the golden toad standing in the center remained completely still.
The belly, which had expanded to its limit, gradually shrank.
"Pfft~"
After a long fart, everything returned to normal.
The noise was so loud that Ye Wan's mouth opened and closed, but the Old Ancestor of Wushan couldn't hear what she was saying.
...
The sound wave had a wide reach and lasted for a full month.
The Immortal Venerable's Mansion suffered heavy losses, with less than 30% of its inhabitants surviving. All the buildings were razed to the ground, leaving it almost entirely in ruins.
All the major clans and families are helping to appease the surrounding people.
Wherever a devastating battle takes place, the most innocent and pitiful are the ordinary people who are powerless to even kill a chicken.
Be honest and hardworking throughout your life.
An unexpected disaster struck, destroying everything they had carefully built.
But these simple people were still grateful when they were saved.
Despite struggling in the depths of suffering, they still do not give up hope of living.
Zheng Nansheng rescued people from the ruins without stopping for a moment.
He was covered in blood, refused to be bandaged, and refused to rest.
It was as if if he stopped, he would lose his breath.
No amount of persuasion could change anything.
Li Bing'er's plain clothes were stained with various medicine stains and bloodstains.
After treating the injured person, there wasn't even time to wash their hands.
He walked up to Zheng Nansheng.
"Smack!"
A bloody handprint was slapped on his face.
Zheng Nansheng felt no pain whatsoever.
The sensation from that slap was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart.
So many people died because of him!
Li Bing'er forced Zheng Nansheng to look into her eyes:
What's the point of you wallowing in self-pity here?
You've exhausted yourself and feel good, but what about them?
Does that mean they don't feel pain?
Will their lost loved ones come back?
You've taken on the responsibility of being an Immortal Venerable, so you don't deserve to run away!
You have to find a way, a way to keep the living alive!
The dead are dead, but the living must continue to live with their pain.
Back then, Li Bing'er returned to Yueyun Manor alone.
The scene inside the village was like a living hell.
The two forces fought each other.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, almost driving people mad.
The beautiful mountain villa was stained with blood and turned into a living hell.
Li Bing'er dared not slack off in the slightest, took on the main responsibility, and wrested power from her uncle Li Ruorong.
She trembled all over when the sword pierced her uncle's throat.
For a moment, she doubted her decision.
As long as I die.
Then there is no need for a struggle between the two forces.
There wouldn't be so many innocent people sacrificing their lives.
But Li Bing'er eventually gave up on the idea.
Even if it weren't for Li Bing'er, it would be someone else.
The struggle for power never exists because of the existence of any one individual.
This person's existence is merely a pretext.
Even if this person is gone, another person will be pushed forward.
As long as a person is alive, they will inevitably be involved in endless struggles.
It's just that some people are the protagonists, some are the villains, some are cannon fodder, and some are innocent victims.
If you accidentally become the one who starts a fight.
Retreating won't help.
Resistance is the only truth.
...
Zheng Nansheng looked around.
Everyone has wounds.
Everyone was extremely weak.
An old man with a full head of white hair and a broken leg was tidying up the clothes of his deceased son and daughter-in-law with his grandson. His eyes were full of despair, but when someone handed him a bowl of porridge, he thanked them with tears in his eyes.
A mother knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, cradling her dying child in her arms. A woman beside her was trying to comfort her. But the woman comforting the mother was also a mother, heavily pregnant, and struggling to speak.
A three- or four-year-old child stood crying in an open field, unable to find his relatives.
A strange doctor in white picked up the child and comforted him, saying that she was the child's mother and that the explosion had changed his appearance. The child clung to her neck and cried even harder.
Those struggling here all want to survive.
Everyone wants to live a good life.
Tears of regret streamed down Zheng Nansheng's face as he lowered his head and leaned on Li Bing'er's shoulder.
Soft sobs.
It's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that he can't get over his own conscience.
Li Bing'er hugged him and said softly, "Brother Nansheng, you can do it. I will always believe in you."
...
Later, after all the surrounding residents were settled.
The Immortal Venerable's Palace summoned all medical practitioners to provide free medical treatment to the public at regular intervals and to provide meals at fixed times every day.
Only after order was restored did the reconstruction of the Immortal Venerable's Palace begin.
A group of Buddhist monks came from the farthest reaches of the Western Regions and performed rituals at the cemetery for forty-nine days to help the deceased find peace.
The one in the lead held a soul-summoning bell.
A gentle shake of the bell dispelled the gloom in people's hearts, and their physical pain was instantly healed.
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