Chapter 934

The Black Wind Great King collapsed heavily onto the ground, wailing hysterically.

After a moment, his horribly ugly wailing finally ceased. Xia Rumeng, covered in blood, caught his breath, slowly straightened his back, and gracefully waved the silver longsword in his hand, smiling at the Faceless Buddha.

One's dwelling influences one's qi, and one's nourishment shapes one's body; in this life, Xia Rumeng was born noble, and after becoming the prince consort, he enjoyed fine clothes and food, his honor nurtured to the utmost.

At this moment, there is no trace of the wretched appearance of a lowly foot soldier of the Barbarian Gods clan from his previous life; every gesture bears the poise and splendor befitting a top-tier aristocrat, and even though he is covered in blood, he remains remarkably composed and elegant.

He flicked off the drop of blood clinging to the tip of his longsword, turned his palm, and the sword transformed into a blade of light that sank into his arm.

Xia Rumeng stood with his hands behind his back, his face stained with a few spots of blood lifted as he gazed at the sky and smiled leisurely: "Grand Abbot, we have no way back."

The Faceless Buddha looked at Xia Rumeng coldly and solemnly: "Indeed, Prince Consort, we have no way back."

They seemed to have forgotten that they were patrilineal cousins.

They deliberately forgot that they were patrilineal cousins.

Yesterday's events, like withered yellow flowers, are destined to be forgotten.

Now, one is the high-ranking and powerful abbot of the Red Lotus Temple, the other is the immensely noble prince consort of the Suichao dynasty… oh, no, the immensely noble first-rank duke of Wuguo.

The Duke of Pacifying the Barbarians, though his name is somewhat crude, carries a deep and lasting charm; Xia Rumeng treasures him like a precious jewel, cherishing and protecting him greatly.

The Faceless Buddha is the same.

What Xia Rumeng thinks in his heart is exactly the same as what the Faceless Buddha thinks in his heart.

There are no more cousins bearing the Wu-?? -?? designation; in the previous life they had completely become an illusion, and only the present life is real.

"His Majesty said, we must handle all the aftermath," Xia Rumeng's soul power spread like water waves, enveloping the entire prefecture city. Inside the city, everything was withered; only one in ten of the populace remained, and those left were all able-bodied youths forced into banditry.

The other elderly, weak, women, and children were either slaughtered outright when the city fell, or have already died unable to endure the humiliation these days.

The remaining able-bodied youths were also each panicked in expression; many had scattered, deranged gazes, already suffering from schizophrenia and completely collapsed.

"These lofty, high-and-mighty deities have caused this disaster; we must clean up after them." The Faceless Buddha sighed: "This is karma; without our protection and indulgence, how could their essence-blood avatars possibly stir up such a great turmoil in the Suichao dynasty?"

After a long sigh, the Faceless Buddha soared into the high skies.

Behind his head, a ring of golden light wrapped in a vast purple aura rose up, a Merit Golden Wheel a hundred zhang in diameter slowly appearing; the golden light and purple aura shone like a blazing sun, illuminating the void for tens of thousands of li around.

Compared to the large golden disc behind Wu Tie's head, the Faceless Buddha's merit golden light is inferior by tens of thousands of times in both quantity and quality, yet a Merit Golden Wheel a hundred zhang in diameter is still truly astonishing.

Indeed, as the abbot of the Red Lotus Temple, if one wishes to do evil, one can certainly accumulate heinous sins; if one wishes to do good, merit naturally pours in abundantly, even without the monk having to act personally.

"This merit, I, the humble monk, feel unworthy to accept; today I will return it to you."

The Faceless Buddha let out a great shout, then began to chant the Red Lotus Temple's salvation sutra. Innumerable specks of golden light smaller than sesame seeds condensed into quasi-substantial characters, spraying out like a violent rain from his mouth and falling upon the dozens of prefecture counties conquered by the Black Wind Stronghold.

The Black Wind Great King merely seized these prefecture counties and wantonly committed evil, wantonly doing harm, without extracting the souls and blood essence of the ordinary commoners.

Dozens of prefecture counties turned into dead zones, the yin energy between heaven and earth extremely dense; the souls of the countless slain commoners were entangled by the yin energy, lingering amidst the ruined walls and broken walls, unable to enter reincarnation in a timely manner.

Golden light fell from the sky, each speck of golden-light character merging into a soul.

One after another, translucent souls wrapped in a faint golden light smiled, slowly rising from the ruins, far away kneeling and bowing to the Faceless Buddha, then silently dissipating into the void.

The Merit Golden Wheel behind the Faceless Buddha shrank thread by thread; the countless slain commoners of dozens of prefecture counties were salvaged properly in an extremely short time. With a strand of merit golden light from the Faceless Buddha's sacrifice, these commoners' innate talents in their next lives will surely surpass their peers.

Within the city, those fortunate surviving able-bodied youths were likewise infused with the golden light.

Each one wore a smile, their expressions suddenly becoming extremely relaxed, their muscles loosening as they slumped to the ground and fell into a deep sleep. All the negative energy in their hearts was dispelled by the merit golden light, allowing them to live smoothly in the future.

Dozens of prefecture counties that were originally overcast with gloomy winds and bleak scenery quickly became bright and pleasant, full of harmonious vitality.

The Faceless Buddha and Xia Rumeng bowed to the sleeping able-bodied youths in the ruins, then turned and drifted away on the clouds.

"I am the humble monk, the Faceless Buddha of the three Buddhas of the present age of the Red Lotus Temple… I have met you, Prince Consort."

"Venerable Master, you are too polite; from now on we should visit each other more often."

"Exactly this principle… Prince Consort, please!"

"Please, the next stop, which is just a short half-day's journey."

In the boundless void, within a massive mountain range speeding through the dark black space, stand towering palaces of simple design but enormous volume.

The Barbarian Gods clan is divided into several pantheons according to lineage; they respectively worship the God of War, the God of Violence, the God of Slaughter, the God of Cruelty, the God of Courage, and so on—these Barbarian Gods being well-built in limbs but simple-minded.

Outside the hall dedicated to the God of Violence, inside a modest hall covering about an mu of land, a ragged, exhausted roar suddenly rang out. The next moment, a terrifying sound of bones shattering erupted; several handsome human girls had their limbs twisted, tracing a fierce parabola as they were flung from the hall.

"Lowly… lowly…"

A towering giant seven or eight zhang tall, his whole body muscles knotted, skin bluish-green, with veins as thick as sea bowls bulging from beneath his skin, throbbing like a great python, burst out of the hall, howling hysterically.

"Traitor, damn traitor…… Wu…… Wu…… Wu…… damn it, how many Wu were they?"

The burly man angrily pounded his own head with his fists, pounding it until it made a 'Boom—boom' sound, like thunder.

Wutou slowly walked out of the Violent God Temple, tilting his head to look at the burly man: "Du, the last bit of your insignificant brain juice, have you also sprayed it out? Have you gone mad? Do you want to smash your own head, commit suicide?"

Wutou's form flashed, suddenly appearing beside Du, then he kicked him flying away with one foot.

"If you want to die, I'll help you!" Wutou laughed maniacally with a 'Ga—ga'.

Du lay spread-eagled on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. Hearing Wutou's words, he trembled slightly and screamed hoarsely: "No, Your Highness, two lowly, inferior warriors have betrayed the mighty Barbarian God clan!"