Chapter 269: Will Win!

"... Integration of pan-consciousness erosion degree... six percent..."

The underground was pitch black, with sparks and electric light flashing from time to time. A huge monster with a body full of human heads roared and hissed, and Buddha light burst out from its body, bouncing Yaomeng, who was attacking its body, away.

The second after Yaomeng was bounced away, a large number of gunshots exploded in the darkness around, and suddenly blood flowers burst out on the huge monster with a body full of human heads. Although it healed intact in an instant, this gunshot did prevent it from quickly breaking away from the battlefield.

It's just that the rail car above the battlefield couldn't leave the battlefield quickly, because this huge monster with a body full of human heads had two fleshy tentacles tightly pulling the metal frame of the train.

"Face me, Ren Ping!"

"Look at my monster body!"

"This is your original sin!"

"More than 1,600 years of torture!"

"Eighty-nine reincarnations!"

"Unable to escape, unable to resist, unable to seek life, unable to seek death..."

"What a Worse Than Death plan, what a great, bright, and correct Ren Ping..."

"Come out and face me, face your original sin!"

Eighty-nine heads roared in unison, and blood tears flowed from their eye sockets. This monster ignored the entanglement of Yaomeng's team members and desperately pulled the train, and its whole body continued to surge towards the train.

This monster was the alienated Yang Tao.

On the train, Ren Ping and other Untouchables suffered heavy casualties. Just in that surprise attack by Yang Tao, four of the Untouchables who were ordinary people were immediately torn into pieces, and two of Yaomeng's team members were killed on the spot.

However, Ren Ping had not died yet. His eyes were already blind, his ears were already deaf, his skin was full of blisters, his muscles began to decompose, and his internal organs began to weaken

Ever since entering this underground base, although his body had become increasingly weak, his spirit was surprisingly clear. This allowed him not only to recall all the various memories of this life but even memories from many previous "reincarnations" began to surface.

One thousand six hundred and fifty-five years...

This was the time when the "Ancient Civilization" ended, and it was the day the Life-Worse-Than-Death plan was executed...

In these sixteen hundred-plus years, Yang Tao had reincarnated eighty-nine times. That was because he had reincarnated as a monk several hundred years ago and was personally initiated by the Buddha as a disciple. His Buddhist seniority was even the same as that of the Luo Han Jun Tu Bo Tan—of course, only in seniority, not in status.

Besides Yang Tao, Ren Ping had reincarnated one hundred and ninety-eight times, and the other Untouchables had also reincarnated more than a hundred times each. The average lifespan of each of their lives was only a dozen years or so.

Just as negativity does not disappear out of thin air, it was not just those Sinners and Purified Ones; the Untouchables were the same.

And what was even more cruel was that those Sinners and Purified Ones only had one life of cruelty, only one life of negativity, while the Untouchables had a hundred lives of negativity. That terrifying negativity was still chasing them now, devouring their bodies and minds, polluting their consciousness, and eroding their souls, just like Yang Tao's current image... They were actually already monsters in both body and mind.

"... Yang Tao, I will face you, just as I face my own karma, and at the same time face all the people in the Life-Worse-Than-Death plan. But this karma is not the weakness you speak of; it is an account I must give to humanity!"

Ren Ping slumped to the ground. He could perceive very clearly that his life was slipping away, but he also knew very clearly that before reaching the destination, before he carried out the final mission, there was a power supporting him to move forward...

His blinded eyes were not pitch black; he seemed to see countless images. For example, Yang Tao in his eyes was not that hateful monster appearance, but eighty-nine people crying tears of blood, their bodies covered in scars, crawling toward him. When those hands reached out to him, they were not screaming to take his life, but were asking him the same question over and over again...

"Can we win? Can we win? Can we win?"

In Ren Ping's eyes, not only the eighty-nine people represented by Yang Tao, but all the Untouchables appeared in that darkness. Behind each of them, more than a hundred people followed closely, and they all reached out to grab Ren Ping.

"Can we win? Can we win? Can we win?"

The darkness began to fade, and more images emerged. Behind these Untouchables, as the main body of the Life-Worse-Than-Death plan, the sixty million people who originally executed the plan, and the ten million or so Sinners and Purified Ones currently on the suspended continent...

They all had hideous and terrifying appearances; some were left with only human skin and bones, and even the skin and bones were incomplete.

"Can we win? Can we win? Can we win?"

An image appeared before Ren Ping's eyes...

At the very end when the Life-Worse-Than-Death plan was decided, he signed up for the messenger quota. And at the moment before the final debugging began, all the remaining high-level officials, public representatives, military representatives, and messenger captains had their final conversation with Ren Ping.

Actually, there was nothing left to say. He had already explained the entire plan, all the debugging had entered the final stage, the heavy fusion radiation for the entire land was ready, and what followed was for the debugged main body of the public to enter the area where the Buddha-Demon army was located and begin entering the plan. As for them, the messengers, they would wait in the darkness for as long as possible, die in silence, or die in the radiation, until they reincarnated into the next generation.

"Can we really win?"

"Yes, we will win!"

If we cannot win, then all this sacrifice will be meaningless!

Ren Ping sat silently on the spot. He could feel countless Yin Qi lingering around him, but before his eyes, there was neither fog nor auditory or visual hallucinations. These Yin Qi, condensed from negativity, only lingered by his side, as if protecting him and as if questioning him. Ren Ping opened his mouth; all the teeth in his mouth had fallen out, and his tongue had begun to rot, leaving only a short stump. But he still used his mouth and throat to struggle to make the same sound, just like the sound he had made more than sixteen hundred years ago.

"We will win."

The next second, the flesh tentacles pulling the tram suddenly snapped. The tram flew forward at a speed far exceeding the limit defined by its metal structure. In the darkness beneath the tram, Yang Tao's shrill voice continued to roar.

"Don't go, Ren Ping, don't go! Face me, face your original sin!!"

"I will..."

Ren Ping lowered his head and said: "I will."

The tram's speed was incredibly fast, as if countless people were pushing it with all their might. Suddenly, with a bang, the tram crashed into the final station. Ren Ping stood up trembling, and no one else around him made a move; the remaining Untouchables had all collapsed to the ground, their muscles and skin beginning to dissolve.

"Wait for me, comrades, I'm coming right away..."

Ren Ping's eyes were completely blind, and his ears were completely deaf, but in his field of vision, a passage appeared—a road pieced together by countless figures holding hands.

And just as Ren Ping stepped onto this invisible final point, suddenly the entire earth began to tremble. A huge Dharma sword fell straight down from above. The Buddha light on the sword was surging and violent, almost burning away the cold Yin Qi beneath the ground. Stimulated by this Buddha light, Yang Tao's entire body of heads actually retracted completely, leaving only one huge head flying forward, looking as if it were about to escape the battlefield where Yao Meng and the other team members were entangled.

At this very moment, Yao Meng let out a roar. Her muscles suddenly bulged, and her body grew to about three meters. Her appearance and body seemed to transform into a muscular man. In an instant, she rushed onto Yang Tao's massive body, and the twin spikes in her hands pierced through Yang Tao from top to bottom, pinning him firmly to the ground. But at the same time, Yang Tao's flesh and blood were still proliferating and expanding. Countless flesh tentacles whipped against Yao Meng; in just a few strikes, her spine was cracked, and one of her arms was torn off directly.

!

Even so, Yao Meng still roared, pressing down on the piercing weapon in her hand, continuing to pin Yang Tao down.

And the Buddha light on the Dharma sword was also chasing Ren Ping, sweeping forward like fire. In Ren Ping's field of vision, countless pitch-black figures met the Buddha light, while the hand-in-hand passage remained firmly around him, allowing him to continue moving forward.

Just as the Dharma sword was being withdrawn and was about to be plunged into the ground again, a loud boom suddenly erupted from above the ground. The entire earth began to tremble again, but the Dharma sword never plunged down, as if it had been blocked by something.

Ren Ping continued to stagger forward, only a few hundred meters away from the final destination.

"Scan confirmed..."

"Welcome back, Chief Commander of the plan."

"Please confirm the final regulations for the execution of the Life-Worse-Than-Death plan."

"Is the total amount of negativity sufficient?"

"Has the Buddhist logic been unable to bear the negativity, leading to a collapse?"

"Has the Jin Shenluohan descended?"

"Has Wusheng Laomu begun to suppress?"

"Chief Commander of the plan, please confirm the final steps."

"Can we win?"

Ren Ping walked into a space full of light. He seemed to have recovered to the spirited young man he was at the beginning, the soldier standing straight, the executioner and devil who proposed the Life-Worse-Than-Death plan...

"We will win!"

The rotting Ren Ping, the straight-standing young man, and the countless human figures emerging from the Yin Qi all made this sound at the same time.

"Confirmed."

"Final steps of Life-Worse-Than-Death initiated!"

The rotting Ren Ping suddenly saw the straight-standing, spirited young man. Dressed in military uniform, he turned to look at him, then said to him with a smile: "I chose this song at the time to awaken all of them who had turned into negativity and resentment; I think you will like it too."

At this instant, from beneath the ground, from the radioactive earth, from the suspended continent, from the countless negative resentment and Yin Qi, from the bodies of the remaining one hundred thousand Sinners and Purified Ones, a song suddenly burst forth. Everyone heard it—Wu Pifu, who was fighting the Fudo Myoo, heard it; Yao Meng, who was in a death battle with Yang Tao, heard it; and even the five-colored lotus on the zenith heard it.

"Arise, slaves of hunger and cold, arise, all you suffering people of the world! Our boiling blood is surging..."

"There has never been any savior, nor do we rely on gods or emperors. To create human happiness, we rely entirely on ourselves..."

"Most hateful are those poisonous snakes and beasts that have devoured our flesh and blood. Once we wipe them out completely, the bright red sun will shine across the globe!!"

In an instant, the world changed color. Yin Qi and resentment turned into a torrent. Those miserable skeletons and corpses turned into countless warriors in this moment, rushing upstream from the earth and crashing toward the five-colored lotus!

(End of chapter)