Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 809 - 633: Jiuzhou Unites, Heavenly Barrier Becomes a Thoroughfare

Chapter 809: Chapter 633: Jiuzhou Unites, Heavenly Barrier Becomes a Thoroughfare

Moments ago, in the heartland of Huai State under the rule of the Beast Dynasty.

Over a thousand young, robust laborers in tattered clothing with dark skin were toiling arduously at a temple construction site.

The main hall was the first to be completed, already housing three giant stone statues of the Old Buddha.

An old one, a young one, a middle-aged one; one green, one red, one white, but instead of heads, atop their necks sat enormous sundials corresponding to evening, noon, and morning times respectively.

These were clearly the three incarnations of the No-Life Buddha.

Pa! Pa! Pa!...

If these young and robust laborers building the temple of the No-Life Buddha showed even the slightest slackness, the overseer’s whip would immediately lash them.

Each whip strike left a glaring bloodstain, and hardly any laborer was left unscathed.

"You dare to slack while building a temple for the Old Buddha?

The No-Life Buddha is the lord of the Residence of Good Law Hall Heaven, the first heaven among the Thirty-Three Heavens. Building a temple for Him is a blessing you earn over eight lifetimes.

If you do it well, during the Dragon Flower Dharma Meeting, you will have your share of the position, and by then you can be immortal, never knowing hunger.

If any mistake arises, you will be cast into the Avici Hell, never to be reborn!"

Even the lowest class of [Clothes and Crowned Beasts] were far superior to mortals, more akin to demons, and most were of "innate evil".

Mortal men could never contend with them.

Under the overseer’s lashes and scoldings, the expressions of the laborers had already turned numb.

In their daze, only the deepest part of their pupils held a faint glimmer of light.

Making them seem alive, rather than walking corpses.

However, this glimmer held different meanings in different people’s eyes.

Some firmly believed that the Human Clan Dynasty would one day return, putting an end to the rule of those with "innate evil", saving the people from suffering;

Others, in their endless despair, hypnotized themselves, forcing themselves to believe in the rosy future depicted by the No-Life Sect’s disciples.

Gradually accepting the reality of being under the Sect’s rule.

What if they could truly ascend to heaven after death?

Unlike Qian Shouzhi, who willingly pledged allegiance to the Sect for longevity.

They had elderly parents above and wives and children below yet were powerless. Facing such circumstances, what could they do besides entrusting their hopes to a false afterlife?

Even if they chose betrayal, it wasn’t that they wronged the Human Clan Dynasty; it was the Dynasty that wronged them.

But no matter what thoughts filled their minds, they dared not slow their work in the slightest, nor allow any error at the No-Life Buddha’s site.

Seeking perfection in their efforts.

They could only sigh silently in their hearts:

"When will these days ever end!"

After taking down Huai State and Qiongzhou, the first thing the No-Life Dao did was to dismantle the dragon energy nodes of the original "Mountain and River Country Formation".

The City God Temples of each county and city and the Yin Officials residing therein were quickly wiped out.

Replaced by the large-scale construction of temples honoring [No-Life Buddha].

Once the Beast Dynasty became rulers, they promptly elevated the previously banned illicit worship into the state religion.

Every city was engaged in large-scale construction, building temples and statues for the No-Life Buddha.

This wasn’t merely a facade project.

The Heavenly Official Camp’s goal wasn’t to destroy the world but to turn the entire mortal world into a fish pond, a pasture for the [Killing Tree].

Without ample material conditions, achieving the Qingtian Governance like Langqiong’s Six Shaos, living without worry until thirty-five and then being eaten, was impossible.

But they had a way.

Leveraging their advantages, they propagated the faith of the Heavenly Official to the people, especially the notion of avoiding calamities at the Dragon Flower Dharma Meeting of the "No-Life Dao".

Inducing believers to tolerate pain, accept the oppression of the Heavenly Officials and demons, even willingly offering their flesh and blood.

Promoting that "fasting monks" held great merit, that dedicating everything they had to the No-Life Buddha in this life would bring blessings in the next.

Even granting eternal life at the Dragon Flower Dharma Meeting after death.

Further replacing "wishing power" with "superstition" about the Heavenly Official, forming the Beast Dynasty’s Dragon Qi Sky Pillar, countering the Post-Yan in the north.

Compared to the "Qingtian Governance" that at least provided thirty-five years of benefits, only eating those deemed "old evil" after society cast them aside.

The No-Life Dao’s risk-free scheme is sheer fraud.

But the people living here had no escape, no answer from heaven, no response from earth — what could they do?

The people in the temple thought it was going to be another uneventful day.

Though the frontlines were in combat, the connection to these low-level demons, not much stronger than mortals, at the rear was minimal, not even qualifying them for cannon fodder.

"What are you doing? I’m here to bring food to my father, help—!"

A sallow-faced, emaciated child, indistinct in gender, was hoisted up by a supervisor with a boar’s head.

Two wild vegetable dumplings fell from the child’s arms, rolling into the dirt, only to be crushed by the beefy Pig Demon.

Except for work-for-relief under Post-Yan, even under the previous dynasty, tax laborers weren’t provided food, let alone in the Beast Dynasty.

If a laborer’s family dared to bring food to them, it was as if they were hanging their necks on the line, risking death.

The laborers needed to eat, and so did these demons, "food" that is?

Capturing and eating people on a whim wasn’t an isolated incident; it happened everywhere, every moment.