Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chen Mu's gaze swept over the small hillside, his mind still deep in thought.


After all, he was only human, not a deity. Perhaps those great figures from the Marrow Cleansing and Blood Exchange Realm could have single-handedly taken thousands from here to a place of safety, but he could not.


Even thinking of taking hundreds at once seemed impossible, and this place was not safe at all. Monsters could emerge from the water at any moment, and these villagers had no strength to resist them; in an instant, they would become nourishment for the monsters.


He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a Signal Arrow, pulled the fuse, and in an instant, a beam of light ascended into the sky and exploded above, emitting a sharp whistle.


Seeing this, Old Man Zhao hugging his granddaughter trembling, as well as many villagers, all showed a hopeful expression.


Chapter 178: Crossing the River on a Reed_3