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Chapter 443 Golden Body
The two swords froze in mid-air, even blocking the malevolent energy, as if there were some invisible barrier in front of them.

However, this was not what surprised Zhou You.

How to describe the black mist before him?

Apart from the two arms, inside were three connected brains, several darting eyeballs, and a pile of rotten, muddy internal organs.

There was nothing else besides that.

—Is it a condensed vengeful spirit, or an anomaly simply corrupted by extraterrestrial demons?
This was a perfectly reasonable thought, but just a moment later, Zhou You denied this conjecture.

It appeared to be alive; its internal organs were still beating, but...
His heart remains, but mine does not.

In layman's terms, this is a thing without any intelligence, merely an inanimate object driven by a predetermined program.

Good heavens, the Qing Dynasty was ruled by this thing for decades?
—And, since this is a puppet, where is the real mastermind?
However, before Zhou You could figure it out, the thing spoke again.

"Our Great Qing Dynasty, my Great Qing Dynasty, the Great Qing Dynasty of our ancestors."

It was Empress Dowager Cixi's voice.

"Through hundreds of years, thousands of years, and even tens of thousands of years..."

It was a child's voice.

"Eternal and unchanging, eternally enduring, living as long as heaven and as long as earth."

It's a man's voice.

Therefore.

This time, however, it was not anyone's words.

All eyes turned to Zhou You, and then he slowly uttered a sentence that finally showed some humanity, yet sounded like a last will and testament.

"No matter what happens, no matter what the cost, even if it costs me, the Emperor, or my wife, my life, I must save this Great Qing Dynasty."

"But there is only one most crucial one."

The voices of a child, a man, and Empress Dowager Cixi rang out together.

"—That is you, the chosen one."

"Finally, I've caught you."

next moment.

The dragon throne shattered.

The world seemed to freeze at that moment.

The battle in the hall, Old Man Li's panic, Lady Hua's astonishment, Wei Wunian's bewilderment, Han Lu's tension, and Cang Le's fright.
Everything froze, and then stopped.

Zhou You could only watch helplessly as a pillar-like, festering finger emerged from the void and pointed towards him.

It was not a monster, nor was it like the Yellow Heaven True Holy Emperor, the Auspicious and Tranquil Ghost Mother Bodhisattva; it was a true and genuine deity.

Or perhaps it is a trace left by a god or Buddha—however, this is something that humans cannot contend with.

Actually, it makes perfect sense when you think about it.

Putting aside the previous traces—"Old Buddha"—in reality, it's just a pretentious title, but in this script, it's not surprising that it's associated with Buddhism.

However, Zhou You only thought it might be related to Tantric Buddhism, but who would have thought...
Wow, they managed to pull out something like this!

In an instant.

The world cracked open, and Zhou You's frail body was brutally struck through it, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

—Only then did time begin to flow again.

Old Li maintained that expression for a while before suddenly standing up and cursing.

"Damn it, we've all been tricked!"

That's the truth, and others have realized it too.

The so-called encirclement, the so-called sacrifice, the so-called black snow, the so-called alienation, all have only one real goal.

—That was their own leader, Zhou You, the chief of the White Gate!

just
Why pay such a high price?

Before the others could even process what was happening, another unexpected event occurred.

The palace began to churn, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the spot where the dragon throne had been.

And outside.

Even though it had already been burned to ashes, the eunuch's voice suddenly rang out again.

Sharp, piercing, yet carrying a liberating smile.

"Empress Dowager's decree! Emperor's decree! His Majesty's decree! All living beings in this world, regardless of gender or age, are traitors! However, our Great Qing Dynasty, with its benevolent rule, pardons your capital crimes. Simply transform into these immortal, indestructible flowers of the abyss, and you will still be subjects of our Great Qing Dynasty! Haha ...

But no one paid attention to his words anymore.

Amidst everyone's despairing gaze, snowflakes fell from the sky, and the entire Forbidden City...
They all transformed into endless tentacles and rotten flesh, hurtling towards these mere few dozen people.

Coming in waves.

Zhou You felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain, his body, soul, and even his will to think were all suppressed, and then he fell into the bottomless abyss.

During his fall, he vaguely saw Old Man Li and his group fighting, Yuan Chengwen battling outside the city, and even troops, including Feng Zhengye, arriving from all directions to provide support.

but.

He also foresaw the fate of these people.

Those from all walks of life were swallowed up by the palace, turning into the blue bricks in front of it, trampled upon day and night; Yuan Chengwen's entire army was wiped out, and all of them became playthings of the demons amidst their wails, never to be freed. With no more obstacles, the black snow began to spread wildly outwards, eventually covering the entire land of China.

then.

Within twenty days.

Above the earth, all was silent, except for countless strange plants intertwined with each other, eternally and forever serving as obedient subjects of the dynasty.

What Empress Dowager Cixi hoped for—the perpetuation of the Qing Dynasty—was ultimately realized here.

However, Zhou You could only watch helplessly.

He was like the monkey suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain, only able to watch helplessly as everything happened, but ultimately powerless to resist.

The body was knocked from the present world to the underground, then from the underground to the underworld, and from the underworld down to an unknown world.

—It was a desolate, lifeless world, devoid of any living beings.

Only a dim sun hung in the sky, and the ground was littered with scattered stones and dirt. Only a towering golden statue stood at the far end of the world. Although its body was covered with sores and growths, its solemnity and majesty made people want to bow down and worship.

Although it was not the original body, but only a transformed Dharma body, Zhou You instantly learned its name, as if enlightened.

—Namo Water Heaven Buddha!
Then, the scriptures resounded throughout the world like the grandest bells.

"I bow to Vairocana Buddha, whose pure eyes open like blue lotuses."

"In order to accomplish the mantra method of gradual attainment, one should quickly achieve it."

The sound didn't even pass through the ears; it resounded directly into the soul.

Zhou You's body began to tremble, a sense of solemnity arose from his heart, and he even had an involuntary urge to kneel down and worship him with all his heart.

“埵曳输伽伊耶帝地，伊南数南伊嚧数烁，诃孕阿穆阿陀，遮夜提娑羯咩羯罚婆唲罚。

However, the words soon became unrecognizable, but the overwhelming sense of power and pressure was even stronger, overriding all thought.

Soon, a muffled voice sounded in my ear.

So why resist?
Under the Buddha's light, all beings are equal. How could a mortal body possibly resist the power of gods and Buddhas?

It is better to submit here, to submit to eternity, for the Buddha's heart is compassionate, and all past offenses can be forgiven at this moment. Forgive your actions, forgive everything, all you need to do is submit here.
Submission
"I'll submit to your grandma's legs!"

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into a state of confusion, a surge of heat suddenly arose from his bloodline, even causing Zhou You to curse out in anger!
In a blink of an eye.

The persistent sound of Buddhist scriptures suddenly stopped.

But soon, the sermons by the golden statue continued again.

There was no anger or annoyance.

Actually, this is a very simple principle.

Normally speaking, can mortals stand against gods and Buddhas?
—Of course, it is possible in certain situations, but ultimately it requires external forces, and even gods and Buddhas are subject to great restrictions, such as the previous Auspicious and Tranquil Ghost Mother Bodhisattva, the Yellow Heaven True Holy Emperor, and even Maitreya Bodhisattva before preaching.

And now.
Zhou You was all alone, and what he was facing was a golden statue of a god or Buddha that Cixi had somehow acquired, which was completely corrupted!
moment.

Without seeing any movement from the other party, Zhou You's face suddenly turned bright red. He felt the pressure around him increase abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, his body swelled up like a ball.
It exploded suddenly!

Blood and flesh splattered all over the ground, but quickly, under the boundless power of Buddhism, they reassembled and formed human form once more.

The scriptures remained as fluent as ever. To such a golden statue of a deity, Zhou You was probably just an ant, a tiny insect that could be found anywhere, and not even worth investing too much effort in.

Only the words in the scriptures convey a single meaning.

—Are you still unwilling to convert?

Does it hurt? It does hurt, but more than the pain, there's a deep-seated anger rising from the bottom of my heart.

Zhou You did not hesitate at all, nor did he feel even the slightest bit of fear.

It was still that same angry outburst, delivered with great force.

"I'll kick your grandma's leg!"

They reassemble, explode, and are reborn.

It's still the same question, but the answer remains the same.

"I fucking fucking swear to your grandma's legs!"

This was repeated countless times, until his throat seemed to be completely destroyed. Amidst the blood and flesh scattered everywhere, only a resolute and unwavering middle finger stood up, trembling precariously.

To be honest, Zhou You himself is not a person of strong will; he also feels pain, suffering, and despair.

But he was ultimately different from others.

This has been the case since the very first script.

That is, there is a sense of injustice in my heart, even if you mistreat me a thousand times over.

I should be dissatisfied, I still shouldn't be!

Just like every time before—

At this point, the towering golden statue seemed to have finally grown tired of it.

Another finger pointed downwards, and before it even touched the ground, countless festering sores sprouted—it seemed to want to completely erase Zhou You from this world.

Zhou You was also running out of strength, but he still spat forcefully at the sky, his blood mingling with his own.

But at that moment, the golden statue suddenly made a sound like "Eh".

This was the first time He had spoken with emotion since they met.

However, his fingers did not stop, and continued to press down slowly.

Just as Zhou You was about to be smeared into a pulp, a soft sigh suddenly came again.

Then, from nowhere, a hand appeared in the void. Although it was only a drop in the ocean compared to the golden body, it still managed to pull him in despite the boundless pressure.

With a giant finger pressing down, everything instantly turned into pure, foul-smelling mud.

But
The golden statue slowly withdrew its hand and made no further response, instead continuing to chant scriptures.

Zhou You felt as if he had fallen into the toilet again. After a gurgling sound, the scenery in front of him changed once more.

It was a world forever shrouded in shadow, an ethereal and unreal mist, everything enveloped in darkness.

Have I been dragged into the underworld again?

His mind, still reeling from the torment, took a long time to recover. He stood up shakily, looked around, but saw nothing.

"What exactly saved me, or am I already dead, and everything I'm seeing is just an illusion?"

Muttering a sentence, Zhou You shook his head, trying to figure out where he was—

However, the surroundings remained empty, with only darkness spreading continuously.

He exhaled with difficulty, the pain still seeming to echo in his repeatedly shattered body, but Zhou You gritted his teeth, raised his head again, and shouted.

"I said, is anyone home?"

Still no one answered.

But just as he was holding his sword and staggering as he tried to leave the place, a voice finally rang out.

"If I were you, I would never be in such a hurry."

The voice was calm and serene, yet it carried a certain authority that belonged to someone who had long held a position of power.

The moment he heard it, Zhou You recognized the voice.

—That was the sound of a soft sigh that dispelled the vengeful spirits of the Evil Suppression Division when I was at the White Bone Temple.

After a long silence, Zhou You cupped his hands and said.

"Thank you for saving my life, but the situation is urgent. Would you be so kind as to come out and meet me?"

Silence remained his only response.

But a moment later, a blurry mist suddenly emerged from the shadows and settled in front of Zhou You.

His face seemed to want to smile, but in the end, only a slight ripple appeared.

"Who are you?"

Zhou You frowned, about to ask a question—but soon he laughed to himself.

"You must be Shi Dakai, the Wing King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

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After a long silence, the mist finally spoke.

"How did you recognize it?"

Zhou You shook his head and smiled.

"I'm not asking, I'm just guessing."

"Oh, how did you guess that?"

"It's just that I felt there should be something connecting the dots—Master Feng said before that he admired the Wing King, which is why he took this path. And since that old lady hated the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to the bone, she even made the Zhenxie Division, which her own family betrayed, into the White Bone Temple for eternal torment. There's no reason why she wouldn't let the culprit go."

"So those two bones must be yours, right?"

After swirling in the mist for a while, it finally materialized into a blurry human figure. The figure bowed to Zhou You and then spoke.

"—Young man, you truly are my successor; your guess was indeed accurate."

"But there's only one thing wrong: I am Shi Dakai, and I am not Shi Dakai."

"To be precise, I and that old lady are the same kind of thing."

"It's nothing more than a persistent obsession that won't go away."

(End of this chapter)