Guns were introduced in the land of Cultivation.
And just like that—everything changed.
The next time the Demonic Beasts came, thinking they were returning to an easy hunting ground, they didn't find fear or screaming civilians.
They found bullets.
It started with a single patrol.
Bai Zihan led the way, the crude gun slung over his shoulder like a divine instrument of war.
Hong Tao and Lao Shen followed behind, each carrying a fresh prototype.
They were supposed to just test range and accuracy.
Instead, they got ambushed.
A pack of Four-Eyed Hellhounds, gnashing their teeth and howling with bloodlust, surged from the shadows of a ruined building.
In the past, this would've been a problem. Hellhounds were fast, their hides tough.
Usually, it took a team of elite soldiers to bring one down—if they were lucky.
But this time?
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three shots. Three corpses.
The hounds didn't even reach them. Their speed was nothing before the speed of a bullet.
