Wang Yao felt as if his head had truly vanished in that instant! Brain matter, skull fragments, and blood splattered everywhere, but strangely enough, he gained a sense of blissful ease from it, as if his entire being had been completely elevated.
His consciousness did not disappear; on the contrary, it seemed clearer than before. He could clearly feel a small figure holding a red thread, standing in the center of his shattered head, with a lazy smile on its face.
Then the little figure began to dance with the red threads, and the brain tissue that had been splattered out returned one by one. Before long, Wang Yao's head was completely healed, and his sea of consciousness seemed to have had a good long sleep, with an unprecedented sense of ease and clarity.
This was an experience he had never had before in his forging journey. After forging, his body underwent extremely noticeable changes compared to before.
"Congratulations on advancing to the Nascent Soul stage. The Trial of Gods and Demons begins."
"The Trial of Gods and Demons in the Nascent Soul Stage: Go against the flow and help the gods occupy any city in the Demon Realm. If you occupy it, the trial is completed and your Nascent Soul stage is fixed; otherwise, you fail."
Wang Yao surveyed his surroundings and felt a slight sense of relief. He had finally returned to the God Realm. This was Thirty Miles of the Sun-Shooting Divine Domain. He had been here before, so he recognized it at a glance.
However, he did not rush to contact the Sun-Shooting God. Instead, he frowned and suddenly a red thread that looked like it was studded with tiny diamonds appeared in his hand.
He had already realized something during the forging process, feeling that he should be able to use the red thread. Sure enough, after leaving the forging space, he had a slight thought, and the red thread, which seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, appeared lightly and easily in his hand.
Meanwhile, the skills of "pulling and tugging" and "pulling and tugging" also came to mind.
"Forced or dragged"? Wang Yao looked around again. It was early morning, and a large number of people from the gods were walking along the road in the outskirts of Thirty Miles, as if they were migrating away from the city. A few divine soldiers were scattered on both sides of the road, maintaining order.
Those who left and those who stayed all hurried and looked worried. No one noticed that Wang Yao had suddenly appeared under a big tree by the roadside.
"Get lost! Even if I were to give alms, it would be to those military men who can fight those demon cubs. You weak, frail old scholar, shut up!" Suddenly, a rough female voice howled loudly, attracting a few indifferent glances from those on the road.
Wang Yao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a porridge stall set up by the roadside. A fat woman was selling porridge, fried dough sticks and other food. A few customers sat in the porridge stall, swallowing their food listlessly.
An elderly man in a long gown, with a white beard and a hunched back, was dragging a child who looked about five or six years old. He stood by the porridge stall, his face full of helplessness and embarrassment.
"Boss, please have mercy! It's not that I want to eat, it's just... my grandson is really starving. Please give him a bite to eat, or he'll starve!" The old man was scolded by the female boss until his face turned red, but he still stammered and begged.
"It's good that they starve to death, so they won't become snacks for those demon cubs! If you can't raise them, why even give birth to them? Get out of here, I'm busy with my business, and I hate seeing you gods like this, so afraid of death. What are you doing studying? You've made yourselves unable to lift a finger!"
“If everyone studies and becomes a scholar, who will fight the demon cubs? It’s better to starve to death; they’re useless even if they live!” The female boss continued to curse and swear, reaching out a greasy, fat hand to push the old man away.
"What's all the fuss about? It's all my fault. I've fed the old folks and kids to their hearts' content, and they're still being harmed by those little devils. They're all pitiful people, so let's not hold grudges against each other." A soldier by the porridge stall tossed a few copper coins at the female owner's feet and said lazily.
"Thank you, sir!" The female shopkeeper beamed with joy upon seeing the copper coin at her feet, hurriedly bending down to pick it up while repeatedly expressing her gratitude.
"Thank you, sir, for saving my life!" The old man knelt down before the soldier with tears streaming down his face.
"Oh dear! Sir, please don't... I can't accept this..." The divine soldier seemed startled when he saw the old man kneeling and hurriedly stepped aside.
"Yes, yes, I am a wanderer who has been through many hardships. I dare not call myself 'sir' anymore. I will never forget the kindness of the soldier who saved my life..." But the old man was still determined to kowtow to the divine soldier.
"Sir, you mustn't dare! You should know the rules of our divine realm. If an official sees you like this, I can't afford to be offended." Seeing this, the divine soldier had no choice but to quickly step forward, pick up the old man, and change the subject. "I don't think you're from around here, sir. Where are you from?"
"Alas!" The old man sighed heavily. "I was originally an academic official in Sanshui City."
“Sanshui City? That’s quite a distance from here! You… you fled here when Sanshui City fell?” The soldier stared at the old man with wide eyes in surprise.
"My lord, you may not know this, but when Sanshui City fell, I abandoned my official post and my whole family fled to Jingnan. My son deeply resented the uselessness of studying, so he threw down his pen and joined the Jingnan garrison. He settled down in Jingnan and even gave me this grandson."
"I had lived a peaceful life in Jingnan for several years, but when the demon army passed through last time, Jingnan fell and my son and daughter-in-law died in battle. My wife and I finally managed to escape to this Thirty Miles with our grandson, but unexpectedly, the demons attacked us right after we arrived."
“My wife was so shocked and frightened that she fell ill and died on the way to escape. I took my grandson and barely managed to hide in the Sun-Shooting Divine City. We survived only thanks to the protection of the Divine Lord. After the war ended, the Divine City cleared out the refugees, and my grandson and I planned to go back to Jingnan.”
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