The God of Compassion Starts by Killing Gods and Ends up Being Compassionate.

The city of Youzhou was destroyed, and the mountains of corpses were filled with snow. My red sandalwood noodle was stained with blood, and it attracted the falling star white tiger! I am Ling Guang. I abandoned witchcraft in troubled times. My spiritual bloodline is a disaster rather than a blessing. When he was digging for food in the pile of hungry corpses, the Khitan scimitar struck his head, and the Nuo face trembled in the desperate situation - the black giant tiger split the sky and appeared in the world, tearing the iron pagoda with its claws, and the "Diamond Sutra" was condensed in blood! This god of stars, who is in charge of war and compassion, became my only way to survive. Until... The young master of Shatuo, Li Siyao, climbed out of the pile of corpses. The yellow middle coat was stained with blood, the tiger spots on the back of his neck flashed, and his golden eyes burned with greed for the power of the white tiger. Under the moonlight, he threw the eagle, wolf and jade Huang: "Aling, the Huang is here as I am!" Huangsuo Yanqi, concentric curse brand! The incantation engraved by the Khitan shaman's ashes mixed with the witch's blood seeped into my bones with the warmth of his fingertips. The blood lines on my collarbone burned and spread, and I realized that this jade Huang was not only honey, but also a shackle! The white tiger sank into the river at night, and the divine core burned through my chest and ribs. When the blood streaks wrapped around my neck, I smiled and asked, "Li Siyao, is it fun to kill gods with the Khitan literature I taught you?" He tore open his dragon robe, revealing the love-eating tiger spots on the back of his neck: "The name of this poison is 'Infatuation Gu'... You taught me it yourself!" When the fire of grief burns down the dragon couch, and the molten gold from the jade huang pours into the throat of the dying child—— When the soul-suppressing tower locked my divine body, his tyrant kissed the traces of the black iron chain—— Only then did I realize that history books did not dare to write about this disaster that had been simmering for thousands of years: The strangulation of power and divinity, the burning of love and sin! The ego is a white tiger with a psychic face, holding a jade huang to control demons and devour the heart. The long steps to reach the gods are paved with the bones of the troubled times, and every step is filled with the blood of betrayal and obsession! Can compassion save the world? Let's look at the blood test for the first time, and the tribulation of the Five Dynasties begins!