Chapter 970: Chapter 852: Severing the Clay Idols, Breaking the Old Heavens (Part 4)

"So, could it persuade your Witchcraft sect to hand over that hidden path you’ve concealed?"

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"Why does this guy seem even scarier than Tai Sui?"

Before Menghu Pass, Er Guotou set up the altar and observed the world, seeing the situations all around, battles and life and death, the fate of heaven and earth.

Looking toward the Four Eastern and Southern Prefectures, he felt oppressed in his heart, noticing those sacrificing themselves to resist the Chen Family’s Corpse Spell. His heart clearly sank, yet he felt that perhaps he shouldn’t show sadness when these free spirits were doing their free-spirited actions.

Watching Xinshan Town’s hundred shows being disrupted, and the Zhao Family losing their backbone to the stroke of an eye-opening trick by the populace, he couldn’t help but clap in admiration, moved and eager to join in.

Seeing the Beidu Tiekan King and Long Hero King’s armies clashing, he only thought, who said Shousui had no brains?

Clearly, Shousui is the smartest, isn’t he?

It’s just that those brothers suffer, wanting to die cleanly, they must plan it themselves...

Seeing the ten thousand mountains sweet potato spirits going wild, and Monkey Wine even wilder, he felt a bit startled, thinking that thing might even be an unspeakable terror...

"Have a bite..."

Outside the altar, a wisp of fragrant wind swirled, and a woman in a bright red dress, holding a Red Lantern in one hand and carrying a food box in the other, appeared indistinctly outside the Magic Altar.

Carefully observing Er Guotou, her figure flickering from time to time, vaguely resembling a little woman.

Red Lantern Lady originally accompanied the Food Protection Army to battle, existing as their protector, but now couldn’t be of use, as the capable individuals across the land had already acted, and she was merely a small Lord forced to the forefront, of little help to them.

Distractedly wandering back, pondering and hesitant, but worried that the Right Protector hadn’t eaten anything for several days, she brought her offerings to him.

"Skip the meal, bring the wine."

Er Guotou allowed the Red Lantern Lady into the altar, took the bottle of wine from the food box, uncorked it, and slowly poured it onto the ground before him.

"Comrades, may your journey be safe..."

Pouring the wine, he found it amusing, as the wine was poured, who could drink it, who could smell it?

So he simply stored it away, drank half of what was left himself, then tossed the jar far away, laughing: "Our generation hid for twenty years, accustomed to caution, who would have thought we’d play so big in the end?"

"But since we’ve started this..."

In the admiring gaze of Red Lantern Lady, he wiped his beard with a sudden hearty laugh, turning his gaze toward the Southwest, his lips curling:

"But since we’ve started this, let’s play even bigger!"

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Speaking, he first signaled Little Red Lantern to hide aside, then pinched the Magic Seal, instantaneously countless altar flags flew into the air, stars shifting in the sky, his gaze like arrows straight toward the Southwest.

"Heaven wants to kill, and humans also want to kill."

At this moment, Mingzhou King Yang Gong actively accepted the calamity, after hearing the white cat-holding woman’s challenge to slay this "bandit heaven," he suddenly felt heated all over.

These times, step by step were disasters and it was difficult every day, already harboring endless fire within, he bit his teeth and said: "Slash it, why wouldn’t I dare?"

"But, my frostbitten troops, my brothers who died in ghostly disasters..."

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"Heaven doesn’t keep people alive, people keep people alive."

The white cat-holding Miss White Wine gazing at Yang Gong was inherently proud, even reincarnators rarely saw her seriously speaking: "Can’t rely on gods above, for the True God resides in the heart, god is that spirit within."

"The spirit of ancestors is god, the spirit of humans is backbone!"

"Losing spirit, there would be no True God in this world, only wicked demons deceiving incense, ignoring the people’s hardship, not intervening in disasters, failing to bring blessings, what use are they?"

Yang Gong nowadays was no longer someone who would suddenly awaken with a simple guidance.

He understood many things in his heart but suffered repeated setbacks, inevitably hesitating, yet these words seemed to speak directly to his heart.

"Yes."

He laughed: "Those who align with my will are gods, those who disrupt my steps are evil."

"I truly feel fortunate to have met people like you, giving me extra courage whenever I’m afraid."

He then pointed at the temple amidst the wind and snow, shouting deeply: "Our Rebel Army rises only to seize life for the people, yet we’ve encountered disasters one after another, unable to advance even an inch, clearly caused by ghostly gods, confusing our great army. Today, I, Yang Gong, will hold court here to question the heavens and earth:"

"If I am destined by heaven, the ghostly gods must bow to me and protect my troops’ lives."

"If I, Yang Gong, am merely a commoner without divine destiny..."

He paused, then said coldly: "Then I won’t submit to your control. Dare to bring disasters upon me, whether you are god, ghost, heaven, or spirit, I will behead you first!"

With a shout, he had people topple the temple and pulled out the divine statue inside.

Suddenly, the wind and snow intensified, the sky filled with leaden clouds, and deep within the earth, it seemed as if the earth veins were breaking, with wailing cries of ghostly gods.

As the temple was broken, it seemed that from the misty depths around, countless things with claws and teeth roared furiously, either thoroughly enraged by his actions or engulfed in endless fear.

In the midst of the wind and snow, in front of the Food Protection Army, blue tents were piled layer upon layer, and the clay statue was dragged over and thrown in front of the tent.

All around were trembling redundant soldiers; they came to offer their services to the King of Mingzhou, seeking only to fill their bellies and survive, but everywhere under the King of Mingzhou were disasters, with rumors swirling in the army, and they had long begun to doubt:

Was the person they followed truly just a grass-root demon? Would following him to battle and conquer lands only result in a fate where gods despise and ghosts loathe them, leaving them ashamed to meet their ancestors after death?

Among them, many were already afraid.

To hold court and behead gods was an act of great disrespect to gods and the heavens. Wouldn’t it surely bring divine retribution?

And amidst these worried glances, Yang Gong sat upon the hall, while the Evil Servant hugged a knife, standing beside the clay statue.

"Heaven does not spare people, but people spare people."

Yang Gong gazed at the clay statue below, slowly raised his hand, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers, and shouted in a deep voice: "When this knife falls, I want the sky to clear and the snow to disperse!"

"I want the ghostly gods to bow their heads!"

"I want the heaven to hear the cries from the human world..."

The Evil Servant’s eyes gleamed with excitement, hardly able to wait, as he lifted the treasure sword that had long been ready, and as Yang Gong’s voice fell, he raised it high with both hands, slashing viciously toward the clay statue.

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At the same time, atop Menghu Pass, Er Guotou watched that slash from afar, suddenly filled with boundless heroism and initiative: "Exterminate all evil spirits to win the people’s hearts like a dragon!"

"Since my little brother chose you, I’ll borrow your slash to behead all the inactive gods of the world!"

The rolling killing aura made the Red Lantern Lady beside him shiver.

The next moment, the altar flags flying beside Er Guotou suddenly flew off in all directions, the mighty wind sound rustling the golden armor ensemble around him.

And at the same time, across the world, all walking ghosts were alarmed.

This included the Ghost Inquiry Hall Official Aunt Zhang, the Reasoning Hall Officer Seventh Aunt, and countless other civilians striving for survival amidst this world’s wars and desolation.

In front of each temple and each divine statue, they used their last silver coins to burn incense and pray, but their hunger remained unanswered, and no heavenly lord ever came to their rescue. Yet this night, they saw golden armor warriors appearing everywhere.

Breaking through temple doors, charging into temples, pulling out clay statues, and putting shackles on them.

Those wandering gods, case gods, lords, and temple ghosts, once ordained by Douyi and worshipped by noble lords across regions, were dragged out one by one by the Golden Armored Warriors, their incense-burning temples destroyed, their richly cast golden bodies demolished.

Realizing what was happening, they conveyed the message from the altar to the people everywhere: "Don’t be alarmed, it’s just breaking the old to establish the new!"

And amidst the killings and chaos sweeping the world, while some No-Eating Bull Disciples joined the army, others followed Senior Brother No-Eating Bull in the grand plan to "return the gods to the people." The incense drawn out of Old Yin Mountain had already been directed to the four corners of the land through this slaughter.

However, as they gradually expanded their reach, they also felt it becoming increasingly difficult.

At each place they arrived, local clans, chaebols, temple ghosts, and lord shrines all posed obstacles. While magic could solve some issues, it was not good to let loose and start a massacre.

Finally, at that moment, they heard noise outside at night, rushed out, and saw shrines ablaze everywhere, golden armored divine beings running to deliver just punishment, smiling with heartfelt relief:

"The old heaven has perished, the new heaven shall rise!"

"Master, as you predicted, this day has finally come for us..."