Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

This land, ravaged by war, seemed to have been completely forgotten by the world.

The man leaning on his halberd had a blank look in his eyes, and he led the equally blank girl as they trudged through the scorched earth and ruins.

His armor still faintly revealed his former majesty, and his blood-red cloak swayed in the wind behind him. The halberd that should have cleaved mountains and rivers was now being used as a crutch to support his body.

The girl beside him was tall and slender, wearing a sharp black outfit under her waiter's uniform.

She gripped the man's arm tightly with one hand, dragging a blood-stained sword with the other, stepping carefully in his shadow as if it were her only reference point in this strange world.

The surrounding wanderers retreated like a tide, their distorted faces displaying anthropomorphic expressions of fear, as if they were afraid of something.

However, other wanderers let out greedy and angry growls. The immense power contained within the flesh and blood of the strong was an irresistible temptation for them.

Greed and fear intertwined in the hearts of these monsters who had lost their leader. They were unwilling to retreat, yet dared not advance. Instead, they formed a chaotic encirclement from a distance, like a pack of wild beasts eyeing their prey.

The man looked at them, puzzled.

He didn't know why he was there, or even who he was. He was like a newborn infant opening its eyes for the first time, facing this strange and broken world.

The girl beside him clung tightly to his arm, her dependence so natural that he didn't pull away. Because the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was her. He didn't know why she was so close to him; was it because they were blood relatives?
"family"

The concept surfaced in the man's blank mind, carrying a faint warmth. He felt he should have family, but the blurry figure deep in his memory didn't seem to be her.
He looked down at the girl, and she raised her bewildered eyes to meet his. In those eyes, besides the same helplessness, there was a hint of trust and dependence that even she herself didn't understand. In her pupils, the man saw his own equally bewildered face.

The two continued on in silence. The blue flames flickering on the distant horizon silently drew the man's gaze.

The flames were both familiar and strange, as if they came from a forgotten dream. Almost instinctively, he took a step and walked towards the blue light.

At the same time, a most primal philosophical question began to resonate in his blank mind:
"who am I?"

A tremendous sense of unease washed over his consciousness like a tidal wave; he instinctively felt that everything before him was wrong.

"Who am I?" the man asked himself again.

In a daze, a blood-red throne appeared in his mind, and a voice that shook the universe resounded:

'My chosen one, the Blade of the Blood God, the Emperor falls!'

The chaotic wonders that were closely connected to him burst forth with dazzling brilliance at this moment!

Countless fanatical beliefs flooded his mind like a torrent:
"The great chosen one of God!"

"Noble, tyrannical, powerful!"

"The journey of our Lord!"

"The incarnation of our Lord!"

"The most extreme violence in the world!"

"It will lead us to the most glorious battlefield!"

The prayers and cries of the Chaos followers instantly ignited the dormant savagery within him. He suddenly understood—the halberd in his hand, which he had used as a cane, was a weapon, a "gift" that should be bestowed upon all living beings!
His gaze swept over the monstrous wanderers, and an irresistible urge compelled him to rush forward and tear them to shreds.

However, another kind and ancient voice quietly rang out, and the Chaos Artifact from the Immortal Faction on his body then emitted a ghostly green light.

'You are my child, you are the son of the father of the plague.'

A bloated, dark green figure appeared in his mind, simmering a deadly broth, yet giving the man an almost benevolent smile.

The man's wounds healed instantly, and in his eyes, the corpses scattered on the ground were no longer a horrific sight, but a breeding ground for plague. He understood the cycle of life and decay, and joyfully longed to throw himself into it.

The surrounding corpses rotted instantly, turning into a vicious plague that spread in all directions!
Many of the bewildered people were instantly annihilated upon contact with the virus, like bright red and eerie flowers blooming on the earth.

But this wonderful yet terrifying "new life" was soon overtaken by another force.

From the depths of desire, a seductive yet pure and clear laugh echoed:

'You are the embodiment of art and beauty, my journey to spread desire in the world; you are the journey of joy.'

Suddenly, the man understood what "art" was and clearly "saw" the surging emotions in the hearts of the bewildered people around him: tyranny, greed, hunger, and intense fear.

How novel!
So this is what emotions are? Do I, too, possess these emotions and desires?

As he pondered, his gaze returned to the girl behind him. He lowered his halberd and gently stroked her cheek; her expression remained blank, like that of a newborn fawn.

The man lowered his head and left a clear bite mark on her slightly parted lips. The taste of blood filled his mouth, as if awakening the dormant violence and desire within him.

A misty haze rose in the girl's eyes, but she still didn't let go of his arm.

For some reason, a strange sense of self-loathing suddenly welled up in his heart, causing him to abandon his desire to continue exploring. He raised his hand and put on the clothes he had just torn open.

He turned and led the girl forward. He wanted to understand more emotions.

However, the seductive murmur was quickly drowned out by a chilling laugh. A bizarre stream of data and a twisted smile appeared before his eyes.

A multitude of incomprehensible characters and frames danced in his field of vision. Blood sacrifice, rituals, altars—countless forbidden knowledge flooded his mind.

"That damned trickery!"

The man cursed out without thinking, not even knowing why he had said such a thing. He hadn't even mastered language yet. It was as if this was an instinctive disgust etched deep into his soul.

The next moment, another cheerful laugh rang out.

"Taking advantage of someone's weakness is no fun. Come and play with me first!" A sage chuckled mischievously.

Two bursts of laughter rang out simultaneously!

The forbidden knowledge surging before his eyes was covered by more ancient and obscure text, and the two forces intertwined and collided violently in his consciousness.

This sudden shock actually pulled him out of the vortex of knowledge. He grabbed the girl's hand tightly and ran forward at an even faster pace.

At that moment, they seemed to have relearned how to run.

As he ran, blurry figures began to flash before his eyes.

The Hegemon-King of Western Chu, who had double pupils, charged into the enemy lines.

A spirited young general launches a surprise attack on the enemy camp under the cover of night.

A gaunt young man wielding two hammers fought a bloody battle amidst a vast army.

He saw the Qin veterans gazing at the bloody battlefield, their eyes as deep as an ancient well. He also saw the mythical hero who drew his bow and shot down nine suns, his back towering and upright.

These figures appeared and disappeared before his eyes like fleeting shadows.

Finally, a man in a scarlet cloak, holding a scythe and a hammer, stood silently atop the dark red Great Wall.

He looked down at the running man, a kind of indescribable, almost expectant smile on his face.

As he continued running, he saw more and more figures appearing on the Great Wall.

They, too, wore scarlet cloaks and stared at him silently, their gazes piercing.

why?
Why are so many people watching him?
What are they expecting?
An invisible pressure enveloped him. The figures seemed to be right behind him, silently urging him to keep going.

"Rangers, charge!" A man with a torn chest shouted his last words, his eyes burning with an inextinguishable hope.

"Don't stop here, keep going!" roared the heavily armored warrior, even though his chest had been completely pierced through.

"Hold on, at all costs!" The man in the suit and glasses, whose body was half-eaten, still gripped the gun tightly in his hand.

More and more fragments of human memory are flooding in like a tide.

The short-haired girl squinted her eyes and smiled like a cunning little fox.

The long-haired girl waved her arms vigorously, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

The girl behind him also appeared in the illusion of the fragments, holding a long sword and remaining silent.

The square-faced man with a buzz cut simply smiled and remained silent.

And then there was that young man in the red robe, who was yelling angrily, "Don't fucking call me Old Ma!"

The man could only keep running. These images, coming one after another, left him bewildered and terrified, yet they also subtly awakened a deep-seated expectation within him.

At that moment, the hesitant people around finally stopped hesitating.

Greed and savage instincts completely overwhelmed fear, and the two tempting "delicacies" before them now seemed so weak and vulnerable.

In an instant, countless bewildered people launched a frenzied attack from all directions like a flood bursting its banks!

The man also made a sound; he forgot how to speak and then burst into a deafening roar.

"what!!!"

The halberd in his hand swung, as if the memory engraved in his flesh was being displayed at this moment!
The halberd sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound. This strike lacked any fancy techniques, yet it contained instinct honed through countless trials. The wanderer at the forefront was instantly cut in half at the waist, his foul blood spurting out.

But his counterattack only fueled the ferocity of the monsters. They surged forward relentlessly, their sharp claws tearing through the air, their menacing jaws opening to reveal their gleaming white teeth.

The man shielded the girl behind him, his halberd flashing like silver light. Every strike was precise and deadly, each swing imbued with an innate fighting instinct. He seemed to be repeating a movement that was already ingrained in his very bones.

Thrusts, sweeps, parries, and counterattacks—the movements flowed smoothly as he carved a bloody path through the monster horde.

His scarlet cloak fluttered wildly with each movement, and the figures on the Great Wall seemed to overlap with him at that moment.

He heard countless voices around him—roars, shouts, encouragement, and expectations.

"Kill out!"

“Don’t stop!”

"For humanity!"

These voices merged into a torrent, propelling his every movement. Wherever the halberd passed, the wanderers fell one after another, their dark blood scattering like rain.

The girl behind him seemed to sense fear; her bewildered face grew even paler, and her body trembled, whether from fear or anger, it was hard to tell.

Suddenly, a warm sensation enveloped her.

It was that scarlet cloak that, like wings, sheltered her behind the man's strong back.

She clung tightly to the back of this man she had just met, a strange sense of closeness and dependence making her unwilling to leave. Even though fear chilled her to the bone, she stubbornly followed in his footsteps.

The air was filled with the muffled sound of halberds tearing through bodies, the crisp sound of fists shattering bones, the shrill sound of claws tearing through the air, the dying roars of monsters, the clanging of metal colliding, and the sticky sound of flesh being trampled.

"We'll be safe soon," she thought to herself.

However, a strange sound made her shudder. It was the tearing sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh, and warm liquid splashed on her face.

Is he injured?
The girl was stunned. He could get hurt? He could die?
What would she do if he died? Would she have to face this malicious world alone again, enduring endless loneliness and pain? He was the only person she could trust. Even if she survived, she would still have to face that world that filled her with despair.
Do not!
No!

The girl's eyes turned blood red, and the instincts of a top assassin were fully unleashed at this moment!
She wasn't the girl being protected behind him; she was meant to be his comrade-in-arms and shield!

The girl burst out of her cloak, wielding her longsword with a deadly glint in its blade! As if she had practiced it a thousand times, she had secured every blind spot in his defenses!

Blood flowed down his armor, but the intense pain only made the man more conscious.

He didn't know why he was fighting, or where these voices came from, but a voice deep within him told him: He must move forward and fight his way out!
He swung his halberd once more, with unstoppable momentum, simultaneously beheading the three approaching wanderers. His gaze gradually sharpened, and fragments of his shattered memories were slowly piecing themselves together in the battle.

Who is he?
Why is he here?

The answers to these questions seem to lie at the end of this bloody battle.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away, a person shrouded in a black cloak was watching all of this.

Then, 'he' withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the crimson curse that was spreading like a tsunami in the distance.

"All outsiders have been eliminated. You finally couldn't hold back anymore?" 'He' muttered to himself, mocking, before his body transformed into geometric shapes and vanished.

On the other side, on the battlefield flanking the Ten Thousand Mountains, human warriors who had ignited the Azure Flame were waging guerrilla warfare against the Wanderers and the alien legions.

The Wanderers had completely lost control, tearing apart vast swathes of alien legions. This allowed the human warriors a chance to catch their breath.

But they did not leave; instead, they gazed at the distant battlefield.

It was a mill of flesh and blood, attracting countless wanderers who then became part of that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

There was no display of psychic power or divinity, only extreme violence.
The human warriors exchanged glances, then stepped out of their bunkers and launched their final charge!

They pierced through the chaotic battlefield like arrows!
(Everyone, this isn't finished yet, it's still a long way off. This is a golden opportunity to advance your cultivation. Don't worry, this story has been built up over a long period, the subsequent plot will definitely give you a fantastic experience!) (End of Chapter)