The northern barbarian general led his warriors and fled back to their territory at breakneck speed.
They dared not linger for even a moment, fearing that the believers in the desolate mountains would catch up with them.
Upon returning to the depths of the Northern Barbarian lands, the Northern Barbarian general led a group of bruised and battered warriors, wailing and crying, towards a mysterious valley.
The valley is filled with jagged rocks and is perpetually shrouded in a strange mist.
"Lord Witch God!"
"You must stand up for us!"
The Northern Barbarian general knelt down at the valley entrance with a thud, his forehead hitting the rough sand and stones heavily.
The warriors behind him also knelt down, crying out for their parents in a pitiful voice.
"We, the northern barbarians, have utterly disgraced ourselves!"
"The mountain goddess of Liang Kingdom, she, and her followers are terrifying!"
The valley was silent, except for the echoes of their cries.
After a long while, a wisp of gray smoke slowly drifted out of the valley.
The smoke gathered and transformed into a tall, thin figure.
The man was dressed in an old gray sacrificial robe, which was covered with stones of various strange colors that made a slight sound when they collided.
He wore a huge, colorful mask that concealed all his expressions, revealing only a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.
This is the shaman god of the northern barbarians.
What's all this commotion about?
The sorcerer's voice was hoarse and low, tinged with impatience.
Upon hearing this, the Northern Barbarian general cried even harder: "Lord Witch God! We went to the desolate mountains of Liang Kingdom, intending to make them submit to you..."
He choked up as he recounted in detail how he provoked her in the desolate mountains, how he competed with Lin Anniang and her daughter, how he suffered a crushing defeat, and that damned bet.
"We lost, we lost terribly! That bet meant that we, the Northern Barbarians, would be eternally subservient to the Liang Kingdom and worship that mountain god..."
The sorcerer listened quietly, his eyes behind the mask showing no emotion.
However, upon hearing the words "Mountain God of Liang," and especially upon hearing that these fools had actually provoked him and made such a stupid bet, the face beneath the witch god's mask twitched violently.
He almost fainted from anger on the spot!
These reckless idiots! What they feared most has come to pass!
Are the mountain gods of Liang Kingdom something they can afford to offend?
Those are two ruthless characters who could crush a divine kingdom with their bare hands if they disagreed with each other!
He's just a minor shaman god barely surviving on the faith of the northern barbarians; he's nothing in front of Him!
These muscle-bound bastards are pushing the entire Northern Barbarian lands into a fire pit!
The witch god's heart was in turmoil, and he wished he could slap the weeping general in front of him to death.
But he knew that getting angry now would be pointless.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said in a calm voice, "Understood."
"I, the God, have my own plans for this matter."
"You may all step back now and calm down."
When the Northern Barbarian general and his warriors heard the shaman say that the problem would be solved, they were overjoyed, as if they had found a lifeline.
"Thank you, Lord Witch God!"
"The Witch God is all-powerful; he will surely be able to get justice for us!"
They thanked him profusely and scrambled away from the valley, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from their hearts.
Only the sorcerer remained in the valley.
He slowly walked to the largest black rock in the valley and sat down on it.
"hiss!"
The witch god couldn't help but grin.
This damn rock is really painful to the touch!
Damn, the old Simmons mattress was so much more comfortable!
He shifted his position on the rock in frustration, but couldn't find a comfortable one.
Apologize? Or stand your ground?
He knew perfectly well what would happen if he stubbornly resisted: he would be utterly annihilated, leaving not even a trace.
The mountain goddess's fearsome reputation is no joke.
He thought about it over and over, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
These damned believers have really given him a huge problem!
Finally, the witch god slapped his thigh and stood up from the rock.
"It's just an apology, right? We've already time-traveled; a wise person knows when to yield!"
"It's not shameful to back down now!"
"Survival is the priority! Saving face is nothing!"
He made up his mind that rather than waiting for the other party to come knocking on his door to settle scores, he should take the initiative to apologize and perhaps he could get a lenient treatment.
Having made his decision, the sorcerer did not delay any longer. A wisp of gray smoke enveloped him, and his figure vanished into the valley.
The witch god is, after all, a kind of evil spirit. Although its strength is not enough in front of the true gods, its speed is not slow.
He transformed into a gray shadow and sped towards the border of Liang Kingdom.
Yu Luo had barely stepped into the border territory of Liang Kingdom when he noticed something was amiss, even from the mountain god temple in the desolate mountains.
"Huh?"
Beside Yu Luo, the system, which resembled a little elf, flickered.
"Host, a not-so-weak demonic aura is rapidly approaching the desolate mountain."
"This guy's in such a hurry, could he be here to cause trouble?"
The system's voice carried a hint of wariness.
Yu Luo sat upright on the divine throne, her eyelids slightly lowered.
She carefully sensed the fluctuations of that demonic aura, and after a moment, her red lips parted slightly: "It doesn't seem like it."
"Although this aura is demonic, it doesn't have much malevolence or malice; instead, it carries a hint of anxiety."
Yu Luo found it somewhat interesting.
Soon, the gray figure had arrived outside the desolate mountain area.
He seemed hesitant, lingering at the border for a moment before finally steeling himself and stepping into the desolate mountain area.
The moment he stepped in, Yu Luo's figure appeared silently not far in front of him.
She wore a pale yellow, retro-style long dress with wide sleeves, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, like a newly sprouting bud.
She wore a veiled hat with crystal beads hanging down her head, which covered her eyebrows and eyes, but added to her mystery and majesty.
When the witch god saw the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, he was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body.
He hadn't even seen the other person's face clearly; the unfathomable aura alone made his legs go weak.
Yu Luo looked at him quietly, without saying a word.
"Thump!"
Before the opposing sorcerer could even utter a polite word, his knees buckled and he knelt down!
He prostrated himself, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, his voice extremely obsequious.
"This little god, Beiman Wufeng, is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and has failed to properly discipline his believers, thus offending the Mountain Goddess!"
"Please forgive me, Mountain Goddess! Please forgive me!"
Seeing his appearance, even the useless silver-white little system next to him fell silent.
This guy is really flexible and adaptable!
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