I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1247: Falling into Hell

Yao Qianji’s composure only began to return once he reflected on the bizarre event from earlier. His expression grew heavy, and his voice took on a much more grave tone.

"Forget about that incident for now. Focus on driving those lowly commoners toward the Northern Desolate Wasteland."

"As for the matter regarding the ancient sea beasts, it is truly strange. A thorough investigation must be launched—we need to uncover what triggered such an anomaly."

"In all my years, I have never seen an entire clan of sea beasts migrate like that. There could be a terrifying force lurking behind this, something with the potential to impact the Divine Land itself. This must be our primary concern!"

The guard, visibly shaken by these words, bowed low at once.

"I shall follow your orders!"

As the guard departed the ancient city, Yao Qianji’s command was broadcasted. The Black Dragon Divine Guards stationed along the coast received the decree, their voices echoing across the shoreline like rolling thunder.

"Listen, you lowly commoners! Move out toward the Northern Desolate Wasteland immediately to mine the Heavenly Ore!"

In an instant!

The cultivators gathered along the coast were gripped by horror, their features contorting with shock and rage.

"What?!"

"How can this be happening?!"

"They expect us to work as common laborers in the mines?!"

"This is an insult! I have pursued Cultivation for tens of thousands of years! I was once a clan patriarch and the sovereign of my own heavenly domain! How dare you treat me with such disrespect!"

"He is right! Even if our cultivation is inferior here, we are not cattle to be slaughtered! We will not submit to slavery!"

The abrupt order left the cultivators in a state of disbelief. Roars of fury erupted from the crowd as their pride burned, refusing to accept such a degrading fate.

The black-armored guards hovering in the sky looked down at the shouting ants with utter indifference. To them, such futile defiance was a common sight, unworthy of a second thought.

With his arms crossed, the squad leader issued a chilling follow-up command.

"This is the decree of Lord Yao. Anyone who resists will be executed on the spot!"

The moment his sentence ended—

Several dark silhouettes blurred through the air, hitting the ground in a flash.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

With faint, whistling sounds, the shadows sliced through the gathered crowd.

What followed were the sickening sounds of flesh tearing and blood spraying.

"Thud!"

More than a hundred of those who had protested just moments ago fell dead to the earth.

Some had their hearts pierced, their eyes wide with lingering resentment. Others were decapitated, their severed heads frozen in a mask of terror. A few simply disintegrated into a bloody mist, their physical forms and souls extinguished simultaneously.

In a heartbeat—

The remaining cultivators recoiled in dread, and panicked shouts filled the air.

"This—this is impossible?!"

"Brother Liu! NO!!!"

They trembled violently, their gazes filled with paralyzing fear and sheer disbelief.

Before they could even process the situation, the enemy had already carved a path of slaughter, murdering companions who had stood by their side. It was too swift—and far too cruel.

In those brief seconds, the line between life and death was drawn.

The disparity in their strength was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth. The scene they had just witnessed was more gruesome than a pack of wolves descending upon defenseless sheep.

Even those left alive were frozen in a petrified silence.

They were too powerful.

The beings from the Fallen God’s Land possessed power that surpassed their wildest imaginations.

This overwhelming might did more than just crush their resistance; it obliterated every spark of defiance within the cultivators’ souls.

Only a raw, suffocating fear remained, clutching at every heart. It felt as though death’s shadow was looming over them, ready to strike at any second.

Was this the fabled paradise at the peak of the Great Dao? None of them had expected their ultimate dream to transform into a living nightmare so abruptly.

They had fallen from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye.

Nearly ninety percent of the cultivators were too terrified to even whisper. They retreated with trembling limbs, completely broken by the enemy’s power and ruthless violence.

Lin Ruowei’s face turned deathly pale as she stared at the mangled corpses littering the ground.

Just as the tension reached a breaking point—

An elder with a sage-like aura, Elder Song, began to retreat toward the rear of the group stealthily. Suddenly, he crushed a hidden treasure within his sleeve. A hazy mist wrapped around him as he prepared to rupture space and flee. A frantic, desperate grin stretched across his face.

"Fellow Daoists, I shall take my leave first. My apologies!"

The sudden movement left those nearby stunned.

"Elder Song, you—?!"

Both friends and strangers were shocked. How could a respected elder desert them during such a dire crisis?

While some turned pale with fright and others seethed with rage, a few seemed to grasp the reality of the situation.

But before anyone could act—

The space surrounding Elder Song suddenly locked tight. The ripples of his escape attempt vanished, and his flickering form was forced back into reality.

Then, his body began to contort in a gruesome fashion.

"Boom!"

In a thunderous explosion, Elder Song let out a final shriek as he was reduced to a cloud of gore.

Several nearby cultivators were drenched in his blood, their legs giving way beneath them.

In the sky above, the squad leader slowly opened his clenched hand, his face masked in contempt.

"Does anyone else wish to attempt an escape?"

His casual inquiry carried a heavy, oppressive aura that fell from the sky like a physical weight. Every cultivator on the shore felt as if a massive mountain was crushing their chests.

Those with weaker cultivation bases began to cough up blood under the pressure.

It was too terrifying…

The gap in their power was beyond comprehension. Even the most advanced escape techniques were completely futile.

At that moment—

All hope of resistance died. The cultivators were swallowed by total despair.

Eventually, someone reached their breaking point and let out a tortured wail.

"Heavens!"

"Why is the Fallen God’s Land like this?! Is there no one to save us? We are all humans! We endured countless tribulations to reach this place, so why must we be subjected to such humiliation?!"

"Is this truly what the Fallen God’s Land represents?!"

"I refuse to accept this! I REFUSE!!!"

But despite his screams, no savior appeared.

As the harsh laws of the world dictated—the weak possess no right to demand justice.

As more dark figures descended, the suffocating aura became unbearable. Within dozens of breaths, regardless of their former prestige or cultivation level, everyone had their powers completely sealed.

Men and women were bound together with enchanted golden ropes, chained like common prisoners, and dragged away into the void…