Chaoyang is the nostalgia of the gods for all things, and it is the gaze that existed when the world was first created, so it is so warm and pure. When the gaze of the rising sun bathes everything, the world wakes up quietly. Then, it is a new day. The blue town of Tuva is bathed in the blue morning light. The small town is neat and quiet, built of large blue stones, under the walls several feet high, there are rows of low stone houses with gray marks on the roof, where the freshly harvested barley is drying.Bundles of highland barley are piled up high, showing off the prosperity of the year peacefully and contentedly.

Qingshi streets are criss-crossed, dividing the whole town into a chessboard.The wine flags and banners are gently unfolded in the morning light, as if only waiting for the call of the first ray of sunshine, they will wake up from sleep.As a result, those quiet streets will turn into blue pulses, injecting throbbing blood into this quiet and wealthy town. This is a small border town at the border between Mongolia and Tibet. It is located deep in the mountain depression and is under the control of the Tuva tribe. It is far away from the invasion of major powers.In the past ten years, this obscure city has gained a great reputation for producing a kind of high-quality felt carpet, and there are endless pedestrians and business travelers.With the prosperity of trade, the small town became more tidy and beautiful, and the lives of Tuva people became richer and more abundant.

In the silent city, there was a soft "squeak", like a morning breeze blowing across the earth. The wooden doors of the stone houses were pushed open, and the Tuva people walked out of the door.Regardless of men, women, young or old, they were all dressed in costumes, silently chanting the name of Changshengtian, and holding bundles of well-woven felt blankets in their arms.These rugs were dyed a radiant red with a special kind of soil grown nearby. They all had gratified smiles on their slightly tired faces. Yesterday, every household in their family was busy until late at night, picking out the best felt blankets in the house, wrapping them carefully, and waiting for the dawn to donate them, and carefully spread them on the streets in the middle of Wangcheng.

Today is a big day for the crown prince of Tuva City. Prince Tie Le, the crown prince, is generous and loves the people, but he has no ambitions, and is willing to spend his whole life with them in this small land of Taoyuan.They like such a monarch very much, and they also believe that their peaceful life is like a stretch of blue mountains, which will never end. The men greeted each other, and the women boasted and compared the felt technology with their neighbors.They were all sincerely happy to decorate the crown prince's glory. Half an hour later, the avenue was covered with scarlet felt blankets.Against the backdrop of blue eyes, the red carpet is like a crimson bloodstain, quietly flowing across the green earth.

Then, the Tuvans fell silent and waited for the grand ceremony to begin with their hands down. The whining horn sounded from the depths of the royal city, piercing the sky. The crowd gathered on both sides of the street, holding their breath and watching the arrival of the guard of honor devoutly. With a soft kick, a pure white horse walked slowly across the Qingshi Avenue on the red felt. On the white horse, the young Prince Tiele waved to everyone with a warm smile. Surrounded by the guard of honor, he slowly walked towards the high platform in the middle of the city. It was an altar built many days ago to worship the Longevity Heaven.

The people finally cheered, they were completely immersed in the atmosphere of joy.Beside the altar, the cattle and sheep had already been tied, and the dry firewood was piled up. Once the prince finished offering sacrifices, they would cook the sheep and slaughter the cattle, and have a whole day of carnival. Prince Tiele was obviously also very satisfied with the love and respect of his subjects. Amid the cheers of the crowd, he dismounted from his horse and walked up to the altar step by step. There was nothing on the altar, and the Tuva people did not use blood to sacrifice to heaven and earth, but used their piety.

The prince bowed deeply on the altar. His limbs and body were all tightly attached to the ground, using the most humble gesture to declare his piety.He kissed the green soil again and again, grateful for everything that the Changshengtian had blessed him. All the people responded to the prince. Their limbs and bodies were all tightly attached to the ground, and they declared their humbleness with the same piety as the prince. The worship lasted for a quarter of an hour. Finally, the Tuva raised his head with a smile on his face.Because they knew that Longevity Heaven had accepted their worship, and it was time for carnival.

Prince Tiele also stood up with a smile, and looked up at the clouds that were dyed red by the rising sun.At the end of the sky, the boundless dawn is blue and bright, revealing a warm color. From today onwards, he is the owner of this small town.He will lead the Tuva people to live a leisurely and prosperous life under the protection of the Longevity Heaven.Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, use the sacred soil bestowed by the Longevity God to dye the felt blankets into cloud-like colors. These felt blankets will be exchanged for Mongolian horse hides, cattle and sheep; Han tea, silk; wealth and happiness of the people.

For generations to come, forever. Suddenly, there was a burst of bone-eroding pain! A pale snowflake fell from the unknown sky and fell into his eyes. The snowflakes are so white, not the clean and cool white, but the empty, empty white.Like snow, more like ashes after the extinction of the heavens. The coldness pierced through the bones, spreading from the bottom of the eyes to the whole body.He couldn't help but knelt down again, covering his eyes tightly. Everyone's smiles froze at this moment. At the city gate far away, a white shadow floated in the void. For some reason, everyone's eyes were involuntarily fixed on this shadow, unable to move away.They watched the whiteness getting closer and closer, but they couldn't walk or move.

Smiles condensed on their faces. The heavens were silent.They seemed to be welcoming the arrival of the white party with the most pious and joyful smiles. The white is so conspicuous, as if the dust in the world cannot be contaminated.No matter what kind of filth it is, when it gets close to it, it will immediately become as pale as it is. A figure as ethereal as smoke, walked towards the altar step by step, stepping on the morning light and the scarlet felt blanket. The wide white cloak on his body fluttered in the wind, looking so strange and weak, but also so noble and holy, like countless dancing poisonous snakes, entangled and wrought around his body, tightly wrapping his slender body , revealing only the same pale mask beneath the cloak.

His body is also so thin and frail, like a white ghost who accidentally escaped from reincarnation, wandering on the edge of night and dawn. With every step, his body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear the chill of the morning light, a pair of slender hands, also wrapped in white, gently caressed his chest. Behind him was a group of seventeen or eight people, all dressed in the same attire as him, all pale and tightly wrapped.They followed him silently, carrying a huge sedan chair. The sedan chair was as pale as snow. Behind the heavy curtain, a faint figure appeared. The people beside the altar raised their heads involuntarily, staring blankly at the figure in the sedan chair. However, no matter how hard they tried, there was only an impenetrable white fog in front of them. Desolation and loneliness, just like death itself, people can never see through. Shock and fear instantly enveloped them, and the quiet town was suddenly left with a deathly silence. The fog dissipated, and the leading man in white took two steps back, saluted the sedan chair, and slowly raised his hand, his pale fingers drawing a strange arc in the fog. As if summoned by him, the pale curtain was gently raised, revealing a line of profile of the person in the sedan chair. That is Gao Hua that the world cannot imagine. It was as if the gods of the Western Heaven had appeared behind the curtain at this moment.Everything in the world, the most precious and holy part is enshrined and assembled, so that it is as perfect and moving as him. His whole body was also surrounded by paleness, but on his body, all the paleness was just decoration, and it could not hide his beautiful face at all. It is the majestic Daqingshan, showing its soft side before dawn; it is the crescent moon in early autumn, showing a hint of enchantment in the mist. At this moment, the Tuvas let out a gasp of surprise. It was an unimaginable beauty. They never thought that someone could bear such a concrete beauty. That will only belong to Changshengtian, and it will not appear on mortals. At that moment, they forgot the strangeness of that white patch, and wished they could swarm forward, take another look, and remember how touching that face was. Suddenly, a pale snowflake drifted by. All the colors between the heaven and the earth seemed to be stripped away and turned into the purest pale. The falling snow fell gently into the eyes of the Tuva people. The piercing pain and chill hit them, and they couldn't help but knelt down one after another, trembling, covering their eyes, and groaning in pain. Amid the groans of the crowd, snowflakes fell silently, separating the white sedan chair from the crowd. The sky turned pale and turned into billowing clouds, covering the entire small town, as if reminding everyone that even if they took a second look, it would be a blasphemy against the Supreme Heaven and the greatest filth in their piety. That is the beauty that shouldn't belong to them, even looking at it is so presumptuous. The Tuvans lowered their heads together until the pain in their eyes gradually dissipated, but they still didn't dare to get up. They felt inexplicable trance in their hearts.They still remember very clearly that they have seen a supreme beauty, but they have forgotten it the moment they bow their heads. They have no memory of what they saw. Only the shock remained, echoing in their hearts, gradually turning into awe. This, perhaps, is the arrival of the Longevity Heaven. They knelt down silently, bowed their heads, waiting for the pale group of people, and slowly stepped on the scarlet blanket they had laid, towards the majestic altar. A group of people walked past Prince Tiele without making a sound, and gently placed the white sedan chair in the center of the altar. Standing still, in the diffuse white mist, speechless for a long time. It seems that they have been the masters of this sacred altar since ancient times. After an unknown amount of time, Prince Tiele finally collected himself and asked with difficulty, "Who are you?" The moment his question came out, it was suddenly choked. Because he suddenly discovered that the white sedan chair was not made of wood or stone, but snakes. White viper. The moment his words came out, there was a broken and crisp sound, thousands of poisonous snakes crawled, and the sedan chair disintegrated in an instant, but formed a white throne in an instant, supporting the pale jade figure. He was sitting majestically in the center of the altar, the dawn light was shining on his face, and his skin as bright as jade reflected the brilliance of a crescent moon. At that moment, the trajectory of the alternation of day and night suddenly became disordered, and a round of bright moon covered Wan Dao was about to break through the sky and rise in the morning light, rising in the small blue city. Like the praise of the gods. So majestic, so gentle. There is no beauty that can compare with him. When he appeared, the sky and the earth were silent.When his light begins to shine, he is the only one in the world.The rest of the mortal beings and all things in the world have become insignificant, and they can only kneel down and worship. Pale poisonous snakes surround him, he is a beam of light surrounded by these hungry demons, and at the moment when he is about to be extinguished, he bursts into a heartbreaking light. Prince Tiele's heart trembled suddenly, he looked at the pale throne, shook his head in disbelief, his voice was full of bitterness and despair: "He... who is he?" The leading man in white didn't look at him, but slowly bowed to the person on the throne, his deep and cold voice was like falling snow, piercing people's hearts: "He is the only god in the world." The man in white gently opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the entire sky, and gently uttered two words as heavy as mountains: "—Brahma." Prince Tiele couldn't help trembling violently. The eyes hidden under the white mask were not obstructed at all, staring straight at his soul.There was a burning pain in his soul, and he looked at this slender body surrounded by a white cloak in a panic. "From now on, you must give up your admiration for the evil god and only believe in him." "Believe in him?" Prince Tiele looked up in shock, as if he refused to believe what he heard. The man in white looked at him deeply, with compassion and cruel ridicule: "Burn all the sacrifices of the evil gods and kill all the believers of the evil gods before you can get the forgiveness of Brahma." Prince Tiele's face paled instantly. Burn down the idols, altars, and scriptures of Changshengtian? Kill their monks, priests, and all their unconverted people? How crazy is this! Prince Tiele clenched his fists, and could hardly contain his anger. He couldn't help but order all his subjects to tear the demons who had disturbed their celebrations and blasphemed their gods to pieces. However, those pale eyes were as cold as snow, which gradually cooled Prince Tiele's anger and turned it into deep panic. In the depths of his heart, a kind of fear that almost kneel down unexpectedly rose inexplicably. However, he can't. Behind him are the helpless eyes of the subjects, whipping him like a whip, making him unable to flinch.Gritting his teeth, he silently recited Changshengtian's name again and again in his heart, trying to draw strength and courage from it. Finally, he squeezed out a dry laugh: "You let us give up admiring the great Changshengtian?" He gritted his teeth and said decisively, "Impossible!" The man in white stared at him through the mask carved from beautiful jade. not moving at all. Prince Tiele's atrium trembled violently for no reason, and he felt like a weak ant exposed to the gaze of a viper.He could even see that a violent storm was about to sweep across the entire small town, bringing blood and destruction. The man in white suddenly smiled and spit out a string of words softly. "You, will bear the piety with blood and filth." Then, he gently raised his white cloak, and knelt down to the figure in the snake seat, with an elegant and humble posture. His group of people all crawled down, surrounding the glorious and holy figure, forming the image of a huge eye. The figure in the snake seat is the pupil of the pupil. The group of snakes hissed silently and raised their heads vigorously towards the sky. Their eyes are all empty, like the dark light of hell, covering the city of Tuva. Only because of the sin of their ungodliness, they shall have only one pair of eyes, for the eyes of the gods. The city of Tuva immediately fell into a dead silence. There is only one huge eye left, facing the sky, telling their repentance for the sins they committed thousands of years ago. A few old figures hurried up to the stage, whispering to Prince Tiele. Prince Tiele's expression suddenly changed. His face was ashen. His life seemed to be completely dried up at this moment. He struggled and finally got close to that pale and delicate body. He knelt down on the ground and asked in a low voice: "Are you the Mongolian national teacher, the great priest in charge of the Eight White Houses, and your lord heavy robbery?" On the altar, as soon as his words fell, he fell into a dead silence.No one answered him.That huge eye pupil also remained motionless. Prince Tiele's face became even more frightened. "Please go to the palace and sit down. No matter what you order, we will obey." There was no answer either. When Prince Tiele looked up again, he was already full of despair. He pondered for a moment, then stepped back quietly, and discussed softly with the oldest ministers around him for a while.The ministers retreated hastily. From time to time, soldiers rushed over one after another, transporting all kinds of treasures in an endless stream, and listed them beside the altar.That is all the savings of Tuva City, almost filling up the altar. Prince Tiele walked up to the stage slowly, kneeling beside his eyes. There are two things in front of him. The crown, the territory of the Tuva tribe. When the national teacher came, he was willing to bear the crime of blasphemy alone. He only hoped that his clansmen would not be implicated. The huge eyes were motionless, looking up at the sky. In the middle of the eyes, in the depths of the throne, that person who is like a bright moon has a face full of tenderness and compassion. He looked at the world with all kinds of concern. Time passed quietly, the light of the sun gradually slipped, and the city of Tuva fell into the vast night. Prince Tiele had been carried down, and he couldn't help kneeling and tortured by fear, and passed out. The people who make up the huge pale eyes are still motionless, soaked in the night. Together they looked up at the sky. They don't have pupils, and they can only gain clear vision with their devotion to the gods.For this reason, their devotion is so strong that they will not hesitate to become demons. The night passed quietly, as quietly as a thousand years passed in the city of Tuva. the next day. Dawn, come again, but with the color of blood and scorched earth, The residents of Tuva City prostrated themselves at the door of their homes, meditating on their devotion to the Longevity Heaven. They all suddenly panicked, because the huge eye on the altar had disbanded.All the pale people stood up, and they looked towards the north in silence. On the seat of the Pale Serpent, the glorious figure slowly raised his hand, pointing to the north. They couldn't help but look to the north. Boom. A dull war drum sounded, and the northern horizon was torn apart. It was a sharp knife that cut apart the blue sky and the yellowish earth, leaving only the pain of birth between the sky and the earth. Countless banners were unfurled against the blood-clotting sunlight in the twilight. At first it was a blurred line, and then it became a turbulent ocean, densely packed towards the city of Tuva. Boom! The war drums roared like a deep roar, piercing through the city walls several feet high. At this moment, the city wall built of bluestone is as fragile as paper. Thousands of horseshoes trampled heavily on the sticky earth at dawn. The earth is the heart of every weak and powerless person, trampled on as if torn apart. The horse was silent, and the knight on the horse was covered in solid armor, without a trace of expression. Their hands tightly held sharp edges. That edge reflected the frozen blood-like sunlight, and the horses moved forward like flowing blood. Boom! The drums of war urged all the people on the earth to kill, roar, and whimper. The swarming armored soldiers surged out from the gap in the horizon like the darkness of the night, and instantly spread across the green grassland, pressing down on the head of Tuva City. At this moment, there is no dawn in Tuva City. Panic filled the entire city of Tuva in an instant. Everyone huddled together, watching in panic as the cloud of iron and blood slowly approached the city. The flames of war will tear apart their homeland and their flesh and blood, but they are powerless to resist, and can only beg for the blessing of the Changshengtian over and over again. The cloud formation stopped abruptly the moment it approached the city wall. There was silence on the earth, a deathly silence. Slowly, the formation of soldiers surged like black sea waves, separated a line of distance to both sides, and a red sweat-blooded horse slowly walked out. On the back of the horse, there is a man in brilliant armor, holding a whip and pointing south. In the sky and clouds, his brown hair was flying against the sky, and his battle armor shone dazzlingly under the sky and clouds. Against his mighty and stalwart figure, he became more and more majestic like a god. The soldiers of the three armies stared at each other, their eyes full of awe and obedience, as if under the leadership of this person, each of them could turn into the legendary undefeated god of war and conquer any corner of the world. He is the Mongolian Khan who dominates the northern grasslands, I answer. He is the royal descendant of the Golden Clan, the king of the vast grasslands, with hundreds of thousands of banners and countless iron cavalry, and his whip can destroy cities and countries in an instant. While everyone was looking up, Al Da Khan rode his horse slowly and walked towards the head of Tuva city. He held a huge scroll in his hand, the scroll was completely undecorated, just pitch black. Black as night. It was a color thicker than the devil's eyes, even the darkest night in the nightmare would not be so pure.It seems that in the legend, the abyss at the end of the universe cannot be illuminated by any light; it is also like the river of death, once it sinks into it, it will never wake up. Under the blue city gate, Altan Khan turned around on his horse, holding the scroll very reverently, and held it up high. He held the center of the shaft with one hand, pulled the tail of the shaft with the other, and pulled it suddenly. A huge pitch-black flag immediately raised against the wind and flew in front of Tuva City. · The sound of war drums rumbled, and the killing began at this moment. War horses, banners, sharp edges, and armor surged into a burning fire and rolled into the city of Tuva. Miserable screams, mournful cries, groans, and shouts, also shook the entire earth in an instant. Mixed with the cracking sound of a long knife cutting into flesh and blood, the muffled sound of bones crashing into a stone wall, the crackling sound of a horse's hoof trampling the ground, and the crisp sound of a throat being choked. It was a frantic dance, writhing violently according to the most delicate choreography, with drums as the only rhythm. The raging fire ignited the moment the killing started, and quickly engulfed the entire city.The tranquility and richness it possesses are all turned into the rich nutrients of the flame, engulfing everyone whose destiny is destined. The crazy dance lasted for an hour, and then came to an abrupt end. The soldiers neatly put away their swords and retreated from the city in unison, still forming a neat square formation on the horizon.Except for the blood on their bodies, they have not changed in the slightest. The city of Tuva has become an empty city. The only thing left are decayed houses, beacon smoke, and corpses. The flames of war burned to the end, leaving behind curling and trembling smoke, the city was scorched, and even the corpses were burnt to pieces. The city seemed to be covered in ashes, leaving only pitch black. And pungent gore. The black flag flew against the wind, filled the sky with clouds, and An Dahan waved his whip lightly. One step at a time, the horse's hooves stepped over the ground full of blood, scorched earth, and bones, and walked towards the city. In the center of the city, the tall altar was not contaminated by the flames of war. On the altar, the throne made of poisonous snakes has disappeared. The "god" stands tall at the top of the altar, his white clothes are like snow, and he is as clear as the moon. The world behind Ren was wiped out, only this white body is still so eye-catching, and it is not corroded by the filth of the world. "God" stretched out his hand, pointing to Al Da Khan who was walking towards him step by step. If he is a god, then the one who walks towards him is the secular king he has chosen from among all living beings. As recorded in the ancient epics, the king believed in the gods, and the gods bestowed blessings on the king.Afterwards, they will rule the entire mortal world together, and no one can contend. Altan Khan reined in the reins in front of the altar, bowed to the gods, and then got off his horse. For the first time, he set foot on the land of Tuva City. Under his feet is the carpet carefully woven by the Tuva people, which has been stained with blood and scorched black at this moment, like a dirty blood river, flowing sadly through the devastated city. Altan Khan's tall figure stood in this river of blood, with brown hair dancing wildly in the wind, showing a majestic stalwart like a god and demon.Holding a huge black battle flag in his hand, he walked step by step towards the altar, and towards the only holiness in the mundane world. Prince Tiele knelt down between the two of them, too frightened to say a word. I Da Khan stopped in front of him. The pitch-black banner was held between his hands, like the dead wings of a demon. The wings turned into haze, instantly covering Prince Tie Le's trembling body. "You, will use blood and filth to bear piety." When Prince Tiele heard these words, he suddenly felt a chill.His head broke away from his body, flew into the air, and rolled down on the scorched earth where the flames of war were chaotic. Altan Khan leaned over, wrapped his head together with the burnt dirt with the black banner, held it high above his head, and walked towards the altar. The hot blood, warming the flying ashes, dripped down along his arm, and splashed on his resolute, heroic face carved like a knife and axe. He held his head up and walked up to the pale god. Get down on one knee. The pitch-black banner was unfurled tremblingly, dedicated to the "God". "I, Altan Khan of the Golden Clan, will worship God Brahma with blood and dirt." "The undead flag of the God of War clan will surely fly at the end of the sky!" "God" smiled lightly. The sunlight pierced through the fluttering beacon smoke and shone on his face, which was still so noble and pure, and the endless filth in the world couldn't stain him in the slightest. When he laughed, the gods sighed with him.He seemed to be a crescent moon, emitting his own light in the lonely and quiet sky. Although there is suffering everywhere, he is extremely compassionate. He stretched out his hand and caressed the black flag with his pale fingers.This flag is the flag of the dead woven with black horsehair, which existed in the era of Genghis Khan. The flag is woven into the shape of a world map with extremely fine white horsetail hair. Holding the blood, scorched earth and the world, he said lightly: "I bless you." He is no longer that man named Yang Yizhi, he is a god who will surely guide the king of Mongolia and cover the entire earth with his meritorious deeds. He is not Yang Yizhi. Zhuo Wangsun stood in front of the White Horse Temple. The breeze was like the moon, blowing his slightly open skirt.His eyes lightly looked into the distance. There, there is dawn, dusk, deep moonlight, and clear sunlight. His gaze didn't change at all, he just watched the moon rise and set, and the dawn gradually replaced everything that was dim, and shone on him. His Tsing Yi was covered with morning dew. His figure was motionless. However, Meifeng frowned slightly. He didn't wait for her. But, she should come, even if the world falls apart, she will definitely come here to meet him. Three months ago, that gentle woman cried emotionally in front of him, hoping to send Gina's relics back to Miao Township. So he allowed her to leave. After three months, she will meet him here on the fifteenth day of the month. Since she made an appointment with him, she will definitely come here. Never let him wait the whole night. Zhuo Wangsun sighed leisurely. The white clouds in the sky changed, like a pure white lotus flower, which just showed a sad face, but was suddenly blown away by the wind. ——Where is the lovesickness?Why didn't you come to see him after making an appointment with him? Is it time to re-enter the rivers and lakes? His eyes fell on the white horse statue in the temple. Once upon a time, she was like this too, standing in the morning wind, waiting for him for a long time. He also came one night late. The drizzle was confusing, and through the diffused water vapor, he saw from a distance that her thin clothes were already wet by the rain, but she refused to go under the eaves. She only held a faint sad face, leaning against the stone horse and looking into the distance. Like a lotus flower swaying in the drizzle. The morning wind was chilly, her slender fingers trembled a little, she gently stroked the cold horse's back, and said quietly: "Will he come?" She stared at the stone horse for a long time, as if waiting for its answer. Shima was speechless. She smiled bitterly, wrapped her hands around the horse's neck, and sighed softly: "If he doesn't come, will you take me to find him?" There was no sound, and suddenly the wind blew up. The rain, piercing the twilight of the morning, fell into her raised eyes. She closed her eyes suddenly, not knowing whether it was tears or raindrops, silently slipping down from her clean and beautiful face. At that moment, Tiandi seemed to feel her sadness, the river was full of wind and rain, and it was extremely desolate. Only the stone horse standing for a thousand years still looked down at the muddy grass, not wanting to give her any answer. She smiled, and said softly and firmly: "Yes, the ends of the earth." End of the world, is it his turn? Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly and walked outside the temple. Outside the temple, there are rivers and lakes. To the north of the Great Wall, wars raged. A group of pale figures, surrounded by a huge white sedan chair, walked silently on the vast wilderness. Thick mist emanated from them, covering the sky and the earth, depriving all things of their color, and turning them into white ashes after burning. Everything looks so barren and desolate. Only the dark flag of the undead was flying in the gray sky, as if spreading a huge wing, becoming the only color in the pale world. Behind this pedestrian, followed by the orderly and solemn Mongolian army. Thousands of cavalry are bathed in the haze of black wings, stepping on the pace of iron and blood, slowly advancing on the vast grasslands, deserts, and Gobi. Dawn breaks in the sky, and the vast wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see. In the blue dawn, Altan Khan reined in his horse suddenly and raised his head. In front of him was an endless expanse of land. Like the ancestor Genghis Khan hundreds of years ago, he will lead this warlike nation to conquer cities and bring all the prosperous or barren lands into his territory. As for himself, he never stopped for a while in any one. Because, the ancestors of the Golden Clan once swore to the gods that they would never stop in any city before rebuilding the great Three Linked Cities. Before the establishment of the eternal capital, all the prosperity, wealth, and civilization in the world were just passing clouds in his mind, and the descendants of the golden clan just slaughtered the city, leaving piles of burning ruins to the world. This is the nature of this warlike clan. In the sky, it is the Asura who rebelled against the heavens; on the earth, it is the Mongolian clan who conquered all living beings. Altan Khan couldn't help raising his head, looking at the pale god deep in the thick mist. Yes, the blessing of Brahma has come. Under the protection of Brahma, they will use iron and fire to visit every beautiful river and mountain again, and the golden clan's wish to build an eternal capital will become a reality again. Why, there is a trace of confusion in his heart? Ten days. On the land north of the Great Wall, cities fell one after another, and small countries collapsed one after another. The dead whiteness, like the mist from another world, accidentally tore open the gap between the nether world, and swept the world in an instant.Ruthlessly breaks all tranquility and serenity, and reduces all living beings to the same emptiness as oneself. Some tribes surrendered, and they fell tremblingly at the pale god's feet.Under the threat of blood-stained bows and axes, they wept, burned their former beliefs, and slaughtered all monks and subjects who refused to submit. But other tribes resisted to the death, so, like Tuva City, they were wiped out in blood and fire overnight. Then, the blood on the neck of their monarch will be mixed with the soil scorched by the war as an offering to Brahma. Drop by drop, it fell on the corresponding territory of their country; inch by inch, the huge map woven by horsetail was dyed red. Ten days. The corner of the pitch-black flag already showed a dark red color. This is an offering of blood and filth.