Dadan walked through the ruins with her hands behind her back. Dried bloodstains from broken stone pillars on the ground and walls automatically peeled off and flew into Dadan's body.
Fragments of memories of the killings surfaced, clearly displayed in Dadan's mind.
These are the memories of the slain clansmen before their deaths.
He could clearly see a young man wielding a large iron hammer, frantically slaughtering his people.
The screams and wails of the tribesmen echoed in my ears.
Blood splattered everywhere as the ancient William Castle was brutally destroyed.
Dadan licked his lips, raised his head, his gloomy gaze fixed on the east, and muttered to himself expressionlessly.
"Da Xia, Ye Feng!"
"I'll make you pay."
He took a step forward with his hands behind his back, and his figure vanished in an instant like a bullet...
at this time.
Takamagahara, Japan.
This is the place where the gods of Japan reside.
Hidden somewhere in the folded space above Japan, there is a massive sacred mountain.
The mountainside is obscured by white clouds, towering countless feet high, majestic and imposing, forming its own world.
A mountain peak has been flattened, and on the mottled mountainside, there is a large, dark altar, covered with cracks and engraved with countless strange runes.
Because they have existed for so long, many of them are now blurred and difficult to identify.
In the center of the altar, a withered old woman with white hair and a white dress sat cross-legged, radiating auspicious light.
This is the ancestor of the evil spirit Yuki-onna from Japan. She was killed when the Yuki-onna invaded Great Xia last time.
At that time, the Snow Maiden Ancestor was in seclusion, so she was unable to go there.
The Snow Maiden's withered lips twitched, her gaze piercing through layers of white clouds as she looked down upon the human world, murmuring to herself.
“My dear granddaughter, your ancestor will definitely avenge you.”
"They've ruined my Japanese Empire like this; they're practically courting death."
The Snow Maiden Ancestor's voice was sinister, and with a flicker of her figure, she vanished into thin air.
Below.
Many Japanese martial artists were excited to see golden light suddenly burst forth from the depths of the clouds high in the sky.
"Look! It's the spirit of Takamagahara manifesting!"
“Great! I knew the gods wouldn’t abandon us.”
"Damn Ye Feng, he's doomed this time."
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