Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Under the scorching sun in the desert, the Barbarian King's massive body split into pieces. The king of the Barbarian Clan, the cultivator at the King realm who wanted to be resurrected, perished.

Although he was killed only because he was in a weakened state, Qin Yu could be regarded as someone who had slain a King.

In all the nine regions of the Desolate Area, who else could have done this? From this angle, Qin Yu was someone who stood at the peak of the world!

Yet, Qin Yu could not be bothered to think about this. He would not even allow his thoughts to stray.

Because the instant when the Barbarian King died, the bloodline of the Abyssal Titan in him went into an outburst. It tried to steal control of Qin Yu's body from him.

The Abyssal Titan stepped forward with its mouth wide open and sucked in a breath!

Kaboom!

In an instant, it felt as if the great rivers of the heavens had overflowed the river bank. A terrifying devouring force crushed the Barbarian King's body apart and the Abyssal Titan sucked everything in!

Qin Yu regained control of his body in the next moment. However, before he could do anything, a wave of consciousness exploded in his mind and drowned away his own consciousness.

……

There was a majestic mountain that rose from the ground. It was as sharp as a sword that pierced through the layers of clouds above it.

Wrapping around the mountain was a manmade stone stairway. It led the way from the bottom of the mountain to its peak, bypassing the dangers of the natural structure of the mountain.

Numerous tall and sturdy barbarians stood on both sides of the winding stone stairway. Their eyes were glued upwards towards the mountain peak that was cut off halfway.

There was a massive stone wall that stood at the peak of the mountain. There were many carvings on it that had faded away, but their meaning could still be made out. However, there was a stone tablet that was covered by an invisible force and it was impossible to make out what was carved on it.

One could only vaguely make out the words, 'Barbarian Nation', 'sacrifice for the heavens', 'build a nation' and 'heaven rites'…Each one of the numerous figures by the side of the stone tablet were a few feet tall and the figures nearer to the stone tablet were taller.

A Barbarian Clan member clad in gold armor stepped forward. He kneeled towards the stone tablet and chanted some words.

Kaboom!

The sky above him fell into turmoil in an instant as wild winds howled and a downpour followed. Lightning and thunder struck from the heavens.

All of this felt something was being stopped. Either that or this was a method to prove their resistance to something.

The barbarian in gold armor frowned and there was a tiny change in his expression. It felt like he was sustaining the pressure of a mountain on him and his breathing had stopped.

The man stood up and looked at the sky. All of a sudden, he raised a sword and pierced it towards the sky.

A horrifyingly large wound was carved through the sky. Starting from the horizon, it stretched all the way up.

This sword was going to split the sky open!

Shoosh -

The man turned around. Holding the sword in his hand up high, he shouted, "The Barbarian Clan will never be enslaved!"

……

A large city was currently being built and many tall, burly barbarians held long whips as they forced humans to carry heavy rocks and material.

"Hurry up! Faster!"

"Anyone who slacks off will receive the consequences!"

"Before the month ends, the capital must be finished. All of you will die if we exceed the deadline!"

As the barbarians shouted, they struck their long whips down. Every whip would cause bloodshed as the humans cried in pain.

A young man was hit so badly, he fell to the ground. His body was covered with wounds and the last strike had depleted all his remaining energy.

His body shook uncontrollably as he lay on the ground with blood gushing out of his nose and mouth.

"My son!"

A middle-aged man beside him cried as his eyes turned red. He stomped down angrily and jumped into the sky.

"I will fight all of you!"

The burly barbarian who whipped the young man laughed coldly. His face filled with a menacing killing intent before he pounced at the middle-aged man.

The next moment, a black chain appeared and wrapped around the man. Without warning, it tightened sharply and dug into the blood and flesh of the man. It constricted him so tightly that it tore through him.

In an instant, the ground was covered with blood and flesh. It was a disgusting sight!

Many humans gritted their teeth as they observed the scene. No one else dared to rebel.

They could hear the uproarious laughter of the Barbarian Clan. They mocked, "Retribution, this is your retribution…all humans must die!"

……

Many humans and barbarians died during the war.

Light from divine ways appeared like falling stars that scattered around the earth with dazzling light.

This light pierced through the bodies of burly barbarians and they shrieked angrily as they fell to the ground.

Blood flowed freely along the cracks in the earth. The individual streaks converged together to form a creek that dyed the earth red.

As many barbarians died, the battle wound down. However, even though they were forced into a corner, they did not surrender but instead started to fight more fiercely and crazily.

Boom!

An explosion boomed through the air light thunder. One barbarian who had a spear pierced through his body dashed into the crowd of humans and self-destructed.

His flesh and bones were turned into murderous weapons by the massive forces and shot out in all directions, dragging the surrounding humans to their deaths with him.

There was finally silence on the battlefield.

All the barbarians there had died and no one had chosen to escape. As the remaining human victors stared at the devastation and the battlefield that was now littered with human corpses, they gave a victory cry that sounded like they were crying.

……

There was a group of barbarians who were currently fleeing over the vast plains. Eagles flew above their heads and would occasionally give a cry of despair.

Occasionally, some men would fall to the ground as they ran out of breath. They became dead souls that haunted the path of escape.

No one tried to help these men because the barbarians knew that once these men fell, there was no chance of them getting up again.

Their expressions were solemn and their eyes were hollow. They could only follow the lead of the pale sun above their heads and run in the direction of a path that seemed endless.

Despite that, there were still humans that chased after them relentlessly. They hung onto the escaping group of barbarians and were determined to make sure that these barbarians would be the last people who would shed blood.

Bom bom bom -

The ground vibrated and the origin of the sound drew closer and closer. The pursuers were here.

A swarm of horses and warriors suddenly caught up. Wearing black armor, they looked like a wave of darkness even with the sun shining down on them. There was only one outcome - they were going to devour everything.

"Kill!"

With a shout, the black warriors rolled over like a tsunami.

Nonetheless, the escaping barbarians did not stop and they continued to run towards their goal. However, their stronger warriors suddenly halted to face the wave of horses.

They were gathered together and their hollow eyes started to burn with passion again. They no longer desired to kill their enemies - they only wanted to use their lives as a sacrifice for their retreating clan members to have a chance to live.

A few moments later, the battle was over. The warriors only paid a small price and they killed all the barbarians who stepped forward to stop them.

The ground was filled with corpses again!

"Continue forward, no one shall be spared!"

Bom bom bom -

The black warriors continued like a stream of water that flowed towards the escaping barbarians.