Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Indeed, at this moment, a thought arose in the mind of the guide.

Since he was helpless against Gu Changqing, Nuwa and others, how could he not be able to deal with those ant-like humans?

If any powerful being in the primordial world knew of this idea, they would be utterly astonished and furious, denouncing Jieyin as utterly shameless.

The mighty Heavenly Saint, a being who has looked down upon all ages and survived countless eons, actually turned his gaze upon the frail mortals.

This is no longer just a case of the big bullying the small.

This is a dragon going to crush the most insignificant ant.

If this gets out, what will become of the saint's reputation? What will become of the West's reputation?

But the guide couldn't care less about those things anymore.

face?

When Zhunti died and his spiritual path collapsed, the fortunes of Western Buddhism crumbled, and his face was trampled underfoot and crushed into dust by Gu Changqing.

Now, he's almost like a madman going berserk.

He would stop at nothing to seek revenge.

The dignity of a saint is worthless!

He deliberately suppressed all his own energy, sealing the remaining traces of the sage's Daoist aura deep within his true spirit.

At this moment, he was no longer the lofty and supreme sage of the Heavenly Dao, but a ghost lurking in the shadows.

His figure silently merged into the void without causing the slightest fluctuation of the Great Dao, and descended upon that vibrant human territory.

Standing high in the heavens, he looked down indifferently.

The human race of today is no longer the weak race that lived by eating raw meat and struggling to survive in ancient times.

On the vast land, cities stand tall, paths crisscross, and wisps of smoke rise from chimneys.

Endless fortune converged into a golden river, surging ceaselessly over the human territory, with faint purple aura rising within it, showcasing the glory of a prosperous era.

This was the era of the Great Shang Dynasty.

Not bad!

Although the fate of the human race has been rewritten several times, under Gu Changqing's intentional or unintentional manipulation, they are still developing according to the original trend.

After all, only in this way can the human race reach its peak and ultimately become the protagonist of the world.

Emperor Xin, sitting in Chaoge, ruled over hundreds of millions of people, his power extending to all corners of the world.

What a prosperous and flourishing scene!

Any being with a heart that yearns for the light would be filled with admiration upon witnessing this scene.

But in the eyes of the guide, this boundless prosperity only intensified the resentment in his heart.

The prosperity of the human race is inseparable from Nuwa.

Nuwa is on Gu Changqing's side!

Why? !

Why should he suffer the fate of having his Dao heart shattered and his junior brother dying tragically when he is the one who guides others?

Why is it that those around Gu Changqing are able to enjoy such a prosperous world and be blessed with good fortune?

unfair!

Injustice!

"snort......."

Jieyin snorted coldly, but no one could hear him.

The guiding gaze slowly moved, finally settling on Chaoge, the capital of the Great Shang Dynasty.

Above that majestic city, a giant black bird totem hovered, suppressing the fortunes of the Shang Dynasty.

Deep within the palace, a soaring purple aura transformed into the shape of a dragon, showcasing the emperor's majesty.

This humanistic fortune is so strong that even though he is now a saint, he dares not touch it lightly.

If one were to force an attack, one would inevitably suffer a violent backlash from the entire human destiny.

But... who said we had to take action by force?

The eerie smile on the guide's face deepened.

His divine sense cautiously probed into Chaoge City, flowing silently like mercury onto the ground.

Soon, he sensed a familiar yet repulsive aura in the Grand Tutor's mansion in Chaoge.

That's... the magical energy fluctuations of the Jie Sect!

"Wen Zhong?"

With a slight sweep of his divine sense, the guide discerned the person's identity.

Wen Zhong, a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect and a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother.

Now, he is the Grand Tutor of the Shang Dynasty, holding a high position and great power, second only to the emperor, assisting the emperor, and his prestige even rivals that of Emperor Xin.

He deserves immense credit for the prosperity of the Shang Dynasty.

The Jie Sect is a sect that reaches the heavens.

This line connects everything at once.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Heaven is helping me! It truly is heaven helping me!"

Jieyin could no longer contain his ecstasy and burst into laughter high in the heavens, his laughter filled with long-suppressed madness and exhilaration.

He was still pondering how to direct the fire at Gu Changqing.

Now it seems there was no need for him to do anything unnecessary.

This great merchant empire was already deeply intertwined with the Jie Sect!

Destroying the Great Shang Dynasty would be tantamount to delivering a fatal blow to the Jie Sect!

He delivered a devastating blow to the heavens!

That's equivalent to stabbing Gu Changqing in the back!

Moreover, destroying the very foundation of humanity by undermining its very existence would be a devastating blow to Nuwa.

one stone two bird!

No, it's killing several birds with one stone!

After a short while, Jieyin finally managed to calm down his wild joy and madness.

The fierce winds of the heavens blew by, but they could not dispel the thick, unyielding resentment emanating from him.

Should they directly destroy the Shang Dynasty?

No.

That's stupid.

Although the fortune of humanity is not as vast as that of the Heavenly Way, its backlash should not be underestimated.

In particular, the black bird totem above Chaoge City and the purple dragon deep within the Emperor's Palace both contain extremely terrifying power.

If he dared to use the power of a saint to forcefully crush him, he himself would probably suffer damage to his Dao foundation.

It's not worth it for a mere human dynasty.

Moreover, doing that would be too easy for Gu Changqing and his group.

To kill someone, you must destroy their spirit!

He wanted Gu Changqing, Nuwa, and Tongtian to witness firsthand how everything they were protecting began to decay and collapse from within, eventually turning to ashes!

Jieyin's thoughts raced.

His divine sense once again enveloped the vast territory below.

What is the foundation of the great merchants?

He is the Human Emperor!

It was Emperor Xin, who sat in Chaoge and ruled over hundreds of millions of his people!

If Emperor Xin were to encounter any problems, the entire Shang Dynasty, where human destiny and fortune converged, would collapse without a fight.

But how can we make Di Xin (the founder of the Shang Dynasty) run into trouble?

The Human Emperor is protected by the fortune of humanity, making him impervious to all evil and difficult to harm by any law.

It is virtually impossible to shake him from the outside using magic.

but……

The human heart is always the most fragile thing.

Especially the heart of an emperor.

Power, desire, suspicion, arrogance... these are all loopholes that can be exploited.

On the suffering face of the guide, the eerie smile became even more distorted.

He didn't need to forcibly control Di Xin, as that would immediately arouse the vigilance and counterattack of the human destiny.

All he needs to do is... give it a gentle push.

At the most critical moment, with the least amount of power, he plucked the string of "desire" in Di Xin's heart.

It's like pushing over the first domino.

The rest will collapse on their own in a chain reaction.

At that time, the Shang Dynasty will collapse, the human race will be in turmoil, and the disciples of the Jie Sect will be deeply involved, entangled in karma, and ultimately turn to ashes in the great calamity.

Nuwa, as the Holy Mother of the Human Race, must have felt an unbearable pain watching the race she created kill each other and its foundation crumble.