Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1835: Chapter 1803: Outstanding White-Feathered Chicken

The fire was burning, flames and thick smoke rising.

The Zhou family had their mouths gagged, struggling in terror, but it was futile; they could only watch helplessly as the flames crept closer.

Their hair curled, grease oozed from their skin, suffering immensely, but they could do nothing but watch.

The only one without a gag was Zhou Xiaocui, who pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Her body trembled, her beautiful big eyes full of fear, yet she remained silent, stubbornly watching the surrounding flames.

“To live a day awake,”

“Is better than living a lifetime like pigs and sheep!”

Zhou Xiaocui looked mockingly at the surrounding frenzied villagers.

This scene convinced everyone she was already bewitched by demons.

A person, who doesn’t care about the life and death of their whole family or even themselves, is such a person normal?

This person has already become a Chang Ghost of demons!

“Burn her!”

“Burn her!”

“…”

Countless villagers shouted fervently.

For some reason, they shouted with extraordinary anger, a strange pleasure rising in their hearts.

“…Master of all things, demon-subduing mountain…”

The ferocity on the temple priest’s face disappeared, and he prayed with compassion.

“…Seven Treasures of Demon Suppression, shine the Spiritual Light to dispel all darkness;”

“…exquisite magical method, wield the Wisdom Sword to slash all evils, command the thunder, order the soldiers of the Three Realms, cleanse the demon aura; heavenly soldiers glorious, suppress Nine Netherworld Monsters, purify the universe, and evil hides away, stabilize the mountains and the earth’s veins become peaceful…”

The villagers instantly quieted down, Tu Sanyi also quieted down.

They chanted the prayer hymns in unison, the grand and solemn true voice spread everywhere, emitting a holy light, dispelling all darkness, all anxiety, making every heart incomparably peaceful, incredibly tranquil, finding brief peace in their prayers to the Divine.

In this suffering world, this happiness is extremely rare for them, momentarily forgetting the difficulties of the mortal world.

With the Divine, they found a little peace and happiness.

All the villagers looked serene, in stark contrast to the oil and flames crackling on the stake.

The Zhou family was bound in a circle of ropes inside and outside, and now the outermost layers, including Mr. Zhou and Zhou Xiaocui’s parents, were already swallowed by flames.

The fire melted the ropes binding them and the rags in their mouths, and they twisted and writhed, wailing in a piercing manner, their cries cutting through the chanting, echoing alongside it.

This scene is creepily chilling.

“Religion of the Evil God…”

Jiang Ding felt a pang of reluctance, sighed, and watched with sadness.

For the death of fellow clansmen who hadn’t violated the Immortal Sect Law, he felt sorrow, empathizing with their grief, daring not to look down upon the human world from above.

But he wouldn’t interfere.

Because he intended to save the entire Divine Buddha Great Thousand World in the future, he refused to let this affect his grand plan for just one person.

Irrespective of nobility and inferiority, falseness or sincerity, that was just how he was, always only accountable to his Dao Heart, not living for others’ opinions.

“Besides,”

“Who can clearly tell whether there’s hope or not?”

Jiang Ding whispered.

Previously, he wondered where the breeding farms for fast-growing white feather chickens were everywhere; now he knew the more advanced farms were here at the temple priest.

This temple priest had the Divine Soul of the Foundation Building Stage.

Of course, over many years of prayer and worship, his Divine Soul had become a unified block, like a whole crystal, but it was made of the Foundation Building Stage Divine Soul material, unable to exhibit any divineness, providing no physical or Mana enhancement.

This was the so-called self-neglect of cultivation base.

He remained a mortal, living only fifty years; it was unknown how long a higher-grade white feather chicken could live, probably longer, as time wasn’t enough to turn into a Golden Core Level Divine Soul.

Why say whether there’s hope?

Why say there’s hope in this temple priest?

Because this temple priest wasn’t entirely devout.

He became a temple priest because of his excellent business skills, under his governance produced more Incense Power, earning commendation from the Divine, mostly due to his higher qualifications, being a white feather chicken that could grow more meat; the same spiritual mechanism made him grow bigger, higher, more meat.

Such an excellent white feather chicken, how could the Divine not favor him?

Moreover, although this temple priest was greedy and lustful, with little cunning thoughts, he wasn’t absolutely devout to the Divine, yet his devotion was above ordinary standards.

“No,”

“Even so, being so close to the passing line of devoutness is too coincidental.”

Jiang Ding conceived a thought.

“This system designed by the Great Thousand World should delineate a minimum standard, at least a good degree of devoutness should make one a temple priest, the Divine Soul becoming stronger, greatly reducing the Human Dao risks, making more sense.”

“The only downside is a slight reduction in the quality of the white feather chickens; however, this is acceptable to the Divine, their time is very plentiful, unconcerned with such temporary decrease.”

“Now, the facts differ.”

“So, is there some powerful external pressure forcing the Divine to require more high-quality Divine Souls, thus lowering the standard for temple priests?”

Jiang Ding speculated.

Is the external pressure war?

Is the Divine force of this Great Thousand World facing a war?

Various thoughts surfaced, left to explore and verify in the future.

However, now one thing is certain, since this Divine force lowered the devout standards for temple priests, it must give more support points to the Human Dao.

Jiang Ding looked through Tu Sanyi’s eyes, focusing on one person among the villagers.

Yu Yong.

He was the destitute in the village, poorer than Tu Sanyi before his parents passed away, always timid and weak, ridiculed by many.

But in recent months, he became very close to Zhou Xiaocui, enamored by her beauty.

Yu Yong now bore an expression of painful struggle.

He hesitated, wavered, but finally, unable to endure, bore a ferocious look, madness gleamed in his pupils, losing sanity, control no longer possible.

“You!”

“All of you,”

Yu Yong enunciated each word with a thunderous voice, easily dispersing the prayers of hundreds of villagers, roaring, “You all deserve to die!”

“Roar!”

“You all deserve to die!”

A maddeningly violent, ruthless killing intent spread in all directions.

“Mon-monster, monster…”

All villagers awakened from their brief peace, gazing at Yu Yong in terror.

A small figure continuously expanded, tearing through human skin, revealing densely packed scales, razor-sharp claws and fangs, drooling from the open bloody maw.

There it was, a Violent Dragon over ten feet tall!

“Demon!”

“He really is a demon!”

All villagers screamed in terror, fleeing wildly in all directions, scattering like a flock of birds.

“You!”

“All deserve to die!”

The Violent Dragon roared violently, eyes filled with madness.

He even forgot to save Zhou Xiaocui, only finding the fleeing crowds around him unbearably annoying, swinging sharp claws, piercing through four at once, skewering them like a bloody gourd, putting it into its mouth, chomping down, blood splattering.