Outside the mountain village stands a black stone tablet inscribed with the two characters "Ming Village," written in a vigorous and powerful style with sharp strokes, exuding a fierce and intimidating aura.
Xu Xiwang's gaze was drawn to the stone tablet, on which was engraved a scroll painting.
The painting depicts a man dressed in black, holding a long sword, exuding a chilling killing intent.
Below the scroll are a few lines of small characters that read:
"All things under heaven may be killed, but gods, Buddhas, and deities are not to be profaned."
Xu Xiwang was completely bewildered. Who wrote this stone tablet?
Why does it feel so incredibly powerful?
Xu Xiwang carefully examined the painting in front of him, feeling as if he had been transported into a wonderful space.
The painting is so lifelike, it seems to have been copied from a real person. The man in the painting is dressed in...
He wore a black robe, his back was straight, his face was resolute and cold, and his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, revealing endless coldness and murderous intent.
A long sword flew in and stabbed straight at the man.
The man raised his hand and gripped the longsword.
The sword gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and its blade was engraved with various complex and ancient runes, clearly indicating that it was a weapon from ancient times.
"Pfft"
With a slight twist of the man's wrist, the entire sky instantly darkened, thick clouds gathered, and a fierce wind arose.
A giant face materialized in the sky.
The man gripped the sword hilt, his face calm. "With the sword in my hand, I vanquish evil and demons; I am the only one worthy of respect."
"I am the Heavenly Emperor, the master of the fate of the six realms!"
The giant face trembled, then roared to the sky, "You mortals, how dare you compare yourself to me!"
The man raised his longsword and slashed it fiercely into the void.
A silver streak swept across the surroundings, and all living beings perished in its wake.
One sword destroyed the sky, another annihilated the earth, leaving only devastation between heaven and earth, with piles of corpses and blood staining the sky.
Xu Xiwang stared blankly at the scene, a sharp pain shooting through his mind.
Xu Xiwang covered his head with his hand and squatted down.
"Brother? Brother?" The little girl quickly helped him up. "Brother, are you alright? Are you okay?"
Xu Xiwang shook his head, his face blank.
"Brother, what's wrong?" the little girl asked worriedly. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Xu Xiwang closed his eyes, the events that had just occurred replaying in his mind over and over again; it seemed as if he had a dream from a long time ago.
The dream was so real that he couldn't bear to wake up. He even felt that he didn't exist in this world at all, but came from another era.
But when he tried to continue thinking, a tearing pain shot through his brain, causing him to furrow his brow, sweat to roll down his forehead, and a look of agony on his face.
"What's wrong with you? Your face is so hot! Are you sick?"
"Don't worry about it!"
Xu Xiwang's voice was hoarse and dry; his voice had completely lost its original crispness and sound, like an old man's throat, hoarse and rough.
"Brother, your voice sounds strange! Are you feeling unwell?"
"Grandpa, Grandpa."
The little girl stood at the village entrance and shouted loudly
Calling out, soon an old man with a white beard, leaning on a cane, slowly walked out of the house.
The old man was frail, but still very energetic. His hair was gray, his face was covered with wrinkles, but his cloudy eyes remained bright and piercing.
The little girl saw the old man come out and immediately rushed over happily, "Grandpa, you're finally out! I've been looking for you for ages!"
"Little girl, you've been naughty again, causing trouble again?" The old man smiled and patted the little girl's head.
The little girl pouted, "Grandpa, how could I have caused trouble? You're wronging me."
"Grandpa didn't wrong you." The old man smiled indulgently. "You just love to cause trouble. Every time you get into trouble, Grandpa has to clean up the mess. How can my old bones handle that?"
"Hmph! Grandpa is the worst!" the little girl pouted.
The old man chuckled and ruffled the little girl's hair, then looked at Xu Xiwang and asked, "Who is this young man?"
"Grandpa! He's a god!"
"What!"
The old man was extremely surprised. His cloudy eyes widened as he stared at Xu Xiwang in disbelief: "You...you said he's a god?"
"Yes!" the little girl nodded. "He fell from the sky! Isn't that a god?"
"It fell from the sky?"
Upon hearing this, the old man frowned and looked up at the sky, his cloudy eyes seeming to see through all illusions.
After a long silence, the old man sighed and said to Xu Xiwang.
"Little one, did you come from heaven?"
At this moment, Xu Xiwang seemed possessed, clutching her head and screaming in agony, "Ah..."
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