Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

The wild land, Zhuolu City.

In the distant ancient times, an era when stars and legends intertwined, the wheel of history quietly rolled to an evening three thousand years ago.

That was the final chapter of the Battle of Zhuolu, a magnificent epic that determined the fate of mankind and national integration.

Under the sky, the air was dull and hot, as if even time had been frozen by this epic battle.

Outside Zhuolu City, the battlefield had become a Shura field, with the remains of soldiers from both sides scattered all over the ground.

The ground was dyed an ominous red by blood, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

It is the breath of death and also the cry of unyieldingness.

Emperor Chiyou, the former god of war, now frowned. Looking at the cracked lips and desperate eyes around him, he felt mixed emotions.

"Think of me, Chi You. I have fought countless battles in my life and never lost a single one. But today I am trapped by this ruthless drought. Is it really God's will to kill me?"

He muttered to himself, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness in his eyes.

The army of Emperor Chi You was surrounded in a narrow strip of land, and the troops had been without water and food for five days.

As for food, perhaps they could kill some horses and get some wild grass, but as for drinking water, there was no way.

The emperor ordered his men to search every corner of the area, but not a drop of water was found.

Looking at his subordinate's face covered with dust and his cracked and bleeding lips, he shook his head.

Just as he was frowning, another scout reported: "The army of the Yanhuang Alliance has launched a general attack."

The emperor sighed deeply and ordered his men to call Kuafu. He pointed at the dry lips around him and sighed:

"I wanted to conquer this fertile Central Plains with my brothers, drink from the Yellow River together, and compete for supremacy in the Central Plains."

"But the heavens were not kind to me. A severe drought struck, cutting off my water supply. Yinglong and Xuannv were also sent down to fight with me."

"Now, eighty-one of my brothers are dead or alive, and even Xing Tian died tragically at the foot of Changyang Mountain."

"I don't want everyone to sit here and wait for death. I order you to lead a team to break out immediately and find a water source."

Kuafu took the order and led the elite troops out. This dying team was like a tiger descending from the mountain.

They broke through the heavy encirclement of the Yanhuang coalition forces, tore open a gap, and rushed southward.

Two hours later, they climbed over a hill and the view in front of them suddenly opened up.

Next to a dense forest, a clear lake appears before your eyes like a pearl in an oasis.

Everyone cheered and rushed to drink water to quench their thirst.

After drinking, Kuafu ordered everyone to fill the pottery jars and water gourds with water and prepare to return.

Just as he was about to return to the camp, he heard dust flying behind him, noise of people, and a giant dragon soared into the sky.

The dragon is huge, covered with golden scales, with colorful wings, and it looks majestic and shocking.

The celestial beast Yinglong, with boundless aura all over his body, instantly blocked Kuafu's way.

Although Kuafu was huge in size, he still looked tiny in front of Yinglong.

Yinglong waved his giant claws and said arrogantly: "The mandate of heaven belongs to the Yellow Emperor, Kuafu, why don't you surrender quickly?"

Kuafu did not respond, knowing that Yinglong was the murderer of Xingtian, and also understood that ordinary weapons could not hurt him at all.

He pulled up the big trees around him and threw them at Yinglong, but they were easily smashed by Yinglong.

Kuafu repeatedly pulled up trees to attack, but each time was resolved by Yinglong.

Soon, all the big trees in the forest had been pulled out by Kuafu, leaving a thick layer of sawdust on the ground, like snow that had not melted for thousands of years.

Kuafu knew he was no match for the enemy, so he quickly ordered a retreat.

How could Yinglong let him go? He swung his giant claws and grabbed a nearby mountain. He threw them towards Kuafu and the soldiers, intending to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

At the moment of life and death, a dreamy voice suddenly came from the sky.

"Tianluo Dream Mirror!"

Kuafu only felt a darkness before his eyes, and then he was drawn into a strange space.

The time and space around me seemed to be distorted, and everything became blurry and distant.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself and his men in a desolate land.

All around were endless wild grass and various ferocious birds and beasts. Everything around was strange and desolate.

"This is where??"

Kuafu looked around with a confused look on his face, and his soldiers also looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do.

At this time, the sky was filled with golden light and thousands of auspicious colors. An old man with knee-length eyebrows and fluttering white clothes appeared out of thin air.

He stood in the void, like an immortal descending to the earth, with a deep gaze that could see through everything in the world.

"Come in a dream, born to meet the calamity." The old man chanted softly.

Although his voice was soft, it echoed in everyone's heart like thunder.

"Now that you have entered this realm, it is your destiny. Although the road ahead is dangerous, there are also opportunities. Come with me and I will unlock the shackles of fate."

When Kuafu and the others heard this, they felt an inexplicable panic and tension in their hearts.

The old man's voice, like a morning bell, rang in everyone's ears.

"Kuafu, welcome to the alternate dimension!"

"What space?"

"Another dimension?"

"What alternate dimension? Who is this old man?"

In the crowd, confusion and surprise intertwined into a noisy mess.

The old man stroked his long beard with a deep look in his eyes.

"This place is a different dimension beyond the world you know."

"The world beyond can no longer bear your fate. Only this place can give you a new life."

He turned and stared at Kuafu, his tone full of expectation.

"Kuafu, this is where my disciple Chaos and his descendants live. I hope you can join hands with them to create a new chapter here."

There was a flash of shock in Kuafu's eyes, and then he fell to his knees, touching the ground with his forehead, his voice trembling.

"Thank you very much for saving my life! May I ask your name, senior? I am willing to give everything I have to express my gratitude."

The old man's smile is as warm as the spring sun.

“Names and surnames are nothing but illusions. You only need to remember your mission—to lead the people. In this unknown land, build a paradise in your heart.”

Kuafu looked up and said, "Great God, do you always want us to stay here?"

The old man nodded, "Exactly!"

Kuafu looked around and couldn't help asking, "Great God, where is this place? Is it safe? Will the Yellow Emperor's coalition army track us here? Where is my master?"

The old man comforted him, "This place is safe and secure, and the Yellow Emperor's teacher cannot reach it. Chi You has also been rescued, and we will meet again when you succeed."

Kuafu bowed again, and a heavy stone fell from his heart.

The old man named Kuafu "Prometheus" and gave him a Wuji Pill.

It is said that one can gain the power of immortality and lead everyone to create the future.

After taking the pill, Prometheus felt the power surging in his body and an infinite passion welled up in his heart.

The earnest instructions left by the old man before he left are still fresh in his mind, inspiring Kuafu to move forward.

As time passed, Prometheus and his people took root in this desolate land.

There is no noise of war, no cruelty of bloodshed.

They learned to live in harmony with nature, gathering wild fruits and hunting wild animals.

Although life is simple, it is peaceful and harmonious.

However, the severe cold in winter has become the biggest challenge for this new ethnic group.

Before coming here, everyone drank and played in the lake, and the fire had already been soaked and was no longer needed.

But in this wild land, this insignificant thing is so out of reach.

No fire for heating, no fire for cooking.

In the cold wind, countless lives disappeared quietly.

Looking at the lives that fell, Kuafu's gaze was directed towards the mysterious mountain range shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance.