The capital city of Langya plunged into a prolonged deathly silence. The entire populace seemed like ducks with their necks clutched, making guttural noises in their throats, unable to utter a single word, their eyes filled with horror.
The Buddha Arhat was dead…
How could gods and Buddhas die?
“It must be fake, surely the Space-Time Sword Saint is playing tricks, deliberately deceiving us…” someone laughed dryly, their voice strained.
Langya Kingdom, with its three provinces and twenty-eight cities, had a population of millions, over eighty percent of whom were Zen followers. It was easy to imagine the status of the Buddhist Kingdom in their hearts.
The followers firmly believed that gods and Buddhas were immortal, that they performed great deeds, enjoyed golden bodies, built bridges to the other shore, guiding souls across the sea of suffering, equal to celestial beings, transcending the mortal world.
Now, witnessing an Arhat being killed with their own eyes, their faith began to crack, the divine image in their hearts no longer so sacred and flawless.
If even Buddhas could die, what hope was there for guiding all beings?
The Arhats themselves were struggling in the sea of suffering, vainly attempting to build a bridge to the other shore. It was too unrealistic.
“The Arhat has not yet become a Buddha. The true Buddha resides in the Western Paradise. The Buddha of Selflessness is the Buddha of great merit!” some followers shouted.
“That’s right! The Sword Saint is without virtue, assisting the sinful Empress, initiating wars at will, causing the collapse of the Ancestral Sect alliance, destroying countless families and nations! These two are in collusion, committing endless disasters. Only our Buddha dedicates himself to studying the scriptures, painstakingly seeking the path to salvation!”
“Destroy the unvirtuous, eradicate the treacherous, kill the Empress, suppress the Sword Saint! Our Buddha’s merit is boundless!”
“Do not be intimidated by the Sword Saint’s overwhelming power. What does death matter? We are born into this world to repay our sins, seeking a pure and carefree next life! After death, we enter the cycle of reincarnation, protected by Zen light, reborn into good families.”
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The followers were impassioned, secretly incited by Zen Buddhist cultivators from the Buddhist Kingdom, guiding the public opinion.
Thus ensuring the people’s faith remained steadfast.
Envoys from various countries of the Wilderness stationed in Langya Kingdom fell silent, their scalps tingling as they watched the fervent followers of the Buddhist Kingdom, feeling a terrifying sense of ants devouring an elephant.
At this moment.
In the void projection, the black-robed youth lowered his palm world, rising into the sky, gradually expanding and squeezing the heavens and earth.
It was as if a world descended from the starry sky, covering the sky above Langya Kingdom.
People looked up in confusion, rubbing their eyes, horrified to discover that there seemed to be many figures in that small world.
Rip!
A sword light of space-time cut through, opening a gap in the small world, revealing the true scene inside.
At first, people were puzzled, even feeling inexplicable.
This was excavated from the underground Scripture Repository of the Langya Kingdom’s palace, witnessed by everyone, but they did not know what was inside the small world.
Suddenly.
An excited, trembling voice rang out: “That is our sect’s former Saintess, missing for decades, how could she be here!?”
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, envoys from various countries of the Wilderness focused their gazes, and gradually, exclamations of shock echoed layer upon layer:
“Flower Fairy! The Saintess of the long-destroyed Holy Land, known for her celestial physique, a reincarnated immortal, why is she buried in the small world of Langya Kingdom?”
“Mother! That is my mother! They said she abandoned the family to pursue the Dao of immortality, how could she be trapped in Langya Kingdom?”
“These are all the proud daughters of major forces! They… all seem dazed, as if they’ve lost their minds. What on earth happened?”
“Langya Kingdom must give us an explanation!!”
…
In an instant, a terrifying aura surged through the capital city of Langya, with envoys from various major forces and some foreign travelers all erupting.
Originally bystanders, they never expected to get involved themselves!
These people came from major forces, holding high positions, either as young masters of sects or as envoys of nations. To reach such positions, they were no fools, vaguely guessing some possibilities, and thus anger rose from their hearts.
For a moment, even the fervent followers were stunned, gradually losing their voices.
In the projection screen.
Meng Qingzhou detained the King of Langya from afar, throwing him to the ground like a dead dog, coldly saying:
“Confess voluntarily, tell the truth, and I’ll grant you a swift death. Otherwise, with your countless sins, no amount of torture would be too much. Soul extraction, bone crushing, poison infliction, skinning, you can try them all one by one if you wish to remain silent.”
The King of Langya lay prostrate on the ground, his attire disheveled, devoid of any imperial demeanor, his body trembling, his eyes filled with terror.
Earlier, when Wu Die and Su Qingqiu wreaked havoc in the palace, Meng Qingzhou had already used the Dao of Space-Time to torture him repeatedly. Even the toughest man would turn to jelly in the face of such immense fear.
“I…” the King of Langya stammered, not daring to look directly at Meng Qingzhou.
Slap!
A crisp sound echoed, leaving a distinct five-finger mark on the side of the King of Langya’s face, blood trickling down.
But the King of Langya showed no anger, trembling all over.
“Still dare to call yourself ‘I’?”
“Kneel, face the people of Langya, and recount your deeds over the years,” Meng Qingzhou said coldly, retracting his hand.
“Yes, yes…”
The King of Langya changed from prostration to kneeling, his knees hitting the ground, slowly recounting how since the founding of the nation, they had been coerced by the Western Buddhist Kingdom, how they captured the proud daughters of various countries, detailing the number of captives, the purpose, and the process.
Finally.
The King of Langya, in a state of extreme mental collapse, his face gradually twisted, gritted his teeth, and said viciously:
“Those lamas of the Buddhist Kingdom are nothing but demons in human skin!”
“I… no, my Empress, and my two daughters, were all sacrificed as furnaces, brutally violated by those beasts for decades, day and night, until they were drained to death by the Method of Supreme Bliss!!”
“All these years, I wake up in terror every night, wishing to eat their flesh and sleep on their skins, but I am weak and powerless, unable to shake the Buddhist Kingdom’s position…”
“I’ve endured for so many years, but today I am destined to die, I will endure no longer!!”
The King of Langya roared hoarsely, his eyes fierce like a hungry wolf, a green light shining in them, and he laughed grimly:
“Within the borders of Langya Kingdom, eighty percent are followers of the Buddhist Kingdom. I laugh at your stupidity! They treat you as firewood, and you worship these beasts as gods!”
“Even in death, you sing praises to the culprits who killed you, so you deserve to die!”
“Lowly lives!!”
In an instant, the entire capital city fell deathly silent, everyone wide-eyed, their hearts in turmoil.
Envoys from various major forces were furious, their eyes bloodshot. The missing female cultivators had all been captured by Langya Kingdom and offered to the Buddhist Kingdom as furnaces!!
And those fervent followers were utterly dumbfounded, unable to believe what they heard and saw, feeling the world spinning, everything turning to emptiness.
Their faith crumbled.
Some lower-level Zen Buddhist cultivators dropped their prayer beads, their mouths agape, eyes wide in shock.
The truth was often cruel, but such earth-shattering revelations were rare, leaving people searching for excuses.
But seeing the King of Langya’s ferocious face, everyone knew this was not a fabrication, nor did it seem forced.
After all, a dying man’s words are true.
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