Chapter 962: Chapter 960: Spell-Battle Rises in the Mortal World 1
Chapter 962 Chapter 960 Spell-Battle Rises in the Mortal World 1 (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators.
Dream-Making Expert.
The mortal world, thirty years later.
Aolai Kingdom, the capital, the Buddha-Extinguishing Bureau.
Everyone knew.
Twenty years ago, the King of Aolai Kingdom claimed to have dreamed of walking in Lingxiao and being summoned by the Jade Emperor, witnessing in his dream the collapse of Spirit Mountain and the extinction of all Buddhas.
He had promptly established the Buddha-Extinguishing Bureau and launched a mighty Buddha-Extinguishing Campaign across the entire Eastern Victory Divine Continent.
The Smashing of Mountains and Temples, the banning of Buddhism and extermination of Buddhists.
Twenty years passed in this manner.
Across the whole Eastern Victory Divine Continent, Buddhist temples were utterly destroyed. Of the vast number of Buddhist disciples, the dead were dead, and the fleeing had fled.
Those who hid their names and concealed their identities were beyond counting.
Yet the Buddha-Extinguishing Bureau’s hunt of the Buddhist order still had not ceased.
On this day, the ninth of the month, an auspicious day for travel, an auspicious day for killing.
The Buddha-Extinguishing Bureau’s Sword-Bearer and the Left and Right Protectors were on orders outside the Meridian Gate, overseeing the execution of a batch of Buddhist remnants.
The identities of these two Protectors were no ordinary matter. Not only was their lineage noble — they were Imperial Relatives and Nobles.
Their talents were also outstanding, worthy of being called peerless Heaven’s Chosen.
Not yet thirty, and they were already close to cultivating into Primordial Spirit True Persons, stepping into that realm of vast divine ability and boundless spiritual power: the Land Immortal.
At this moment, the two stood one to the left and one to the right, silently watching this batch of Buddhist remnants being escorted forward for execution.
Twenty years of the Buddha-Extinguishing Campaign.
Bald Donkeys that could not be killed, Buddhist blood that could not be drained.
The two Protectors’ gazes were icy as they looked upon this batch of Buddhist remnants about to be executed. Without any sympathy or pity, there was only endless coldness and hatred.
“You truly are heinously wicked, stubborn and impenitent.”
“Spirit Mountain is extinguished, all Buddhas have fallen.”
“This is heaven’s karmic retribution upon you Buddhist disciples who do not ask of this life, do not engage in production, and seek only the doctrine of the next life.”
“Yet you still do not know to repent, foolish and superstitious. You truly deserve to die a thousand deaths.”
“Since you do not ask of this life, and seek only the next life.”
“Then This Venerable shall send you to the next life, to see whether you can ascend Spirit Mountain and pay homage to the Buddhas.”
“Men, slay!”
The two Protectors, without prior agreement, issued the order simultaneously.
The left and right execution grounds began the slaughter at the same time.
Heads fell, blood shot skyward.
Batch after batch.
Until the final batch of Buddhist remnants was dragged up.
Among them, a young monk who appeared to be about the same age as the two Protectors drew their attention.
“What is your name?”
“Why do you believe in Buddhism at such a young age?”
The Left Protector spoke in interrogation.
Because this batch of Buddhist remnants was mostly Buddhist disciples who had already taken vows twenty years ago.
Twenty years of fleeing, either hiding their names or living on the run.