Chapter 971: Chapter 853: Restoring the Gods to the People

Exhaling forcefully, it was just one slash.

From the scene, the slash in front of Mingzhou King Yang Gong’s tent didn’t seem particularly imposing; it was merely his men dismantling a temple, dragging out a clay Divine Statue from within.

The words on the plaque were clearly visible, and he pointed at the nose of the statue and cursed it. Then, with a wave of his hand, an old farmer from who-knows-where lifted a heavy, reforged, worn-out Execution Blade.

Then, aiming at the statue with its stiff expression, only knowing how to smile foolishly, he ruthlessly sliced down.

"Swish!"

The heavy statue head fell to the ground, leaving some marks as the snow splashed slightly.

There was no other commotion.

The soldiers watching this slash all felt a chill down their necks, shying away a bit, for they had seen people worship gods, pray to gods, offer sacrifices to gods, but never seen anyone curse or even behead a god.

In their understanding, this was bound to bring retribution... 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Woo..."

And indeed, as they expected, as soon as they saw the clay head hitting the ground, there seemed to be a moment of deathly silence all around, even the sound of the wind and snow diminished greatly.

Just when it gave the illusion that nothing had happened, suddenly, a fierce wind surged up around them, rolling and pressing in. In front of their eyes, they only felt bouts of darkness, as if they saw countless monstrous shadows with claws outstretched.

The blade slashed the statue, the ghostly gods were enraged.

Moreover, it was merely a mortal with a trivial fate beheading a god, and not even from the Zhensui Mansion...

"This is bad..."

Even the surrounding soldiers, facing the oncoming gust, were immediately terrified, instinctively clutching their heads and squatting down.

These people born of poverty, in desperation, would dare to snatch the grain of the noble.

But to disrespect the gods, they dare not!

"It is time..."

But before these soldiers could comprehend what was happening, Miss White Wine had already made her preparations.

As soon as Yang Gong dragged out the clay statue, she nodded to a slender man who came with her. The man, carrying a large umbrella on his back and a calm expression, was Floral Carving Wine.

He also regarded Yang Gong appreciatively, for doing such a thing as beheading a god, and slowly took out his umbrella, holding it in his hand, softly saying to Miss White Wine:

"You save the people, I save the heart."

"If we don’t first break the shackles in their hearts and slay this Evil Sky Ghost Land, how can we let the True God, who emerges from deep within the people’s hearts, willingly shield them from disaster?"

"..."

And at the moment the clay head fell to the ground, with the fierce winds rising and people terrified, he also opened his umbrella.

Facing the swirling wind and snow, he slowly lifted it.

The umbrella was sizable but only three feet in diameter. Yet as he raised it over his head, everyone suddenly felt a wave of warmth and fragrance rising to the heavens, between which the boundless wind and snow disappeared into thin air.

With just one umbrella, it shielded this thousand-mile land from the wind and snow.

Not only did the wind and snow stop, but even the monstrous shapes with their vicious claws that pressed within the black wind seemed to be choked suddenly, and the chilling oppression dissipated.

Looking up, it seemed one could see an invisible large umbrella, under which treasures gleamed, scents wafted, and pairs of compassionate eyes looked down at the human world.

But not in a condescending way, rather, like parents looking at a child.

Between heaven and earth, only a sense of peace and harmony remained.

Miss White Wine watched as the clay head fell to the ground, and also slowly nodded.

She walked to the carriage she brought from the Grass Heart Hall, took from her pouch a finely crafted jade pot, adorned with phoenix patterns and dragon carvings.

Removing the lid and gently blowing, a wisp of Purple Qi flew up into the sky from the pot.

This wisp of Purple Qi was slender and long but endlessly extended; from the small jade pot, it seemed to pour out infinitely, reaching straight up into the heavens.

At the same time, in the depths of the vast wind and snow, within this thousand-mile area, people in all directions, some dressed in plain clothes, some in brocade, slowly put down their bags.

Before entering the Southwest, Miss White Wine had already issued the Medical Heart Sticker in the name of Grass Heart Hall, simply stating that the Southwest was plagued by disasters, and inviting doctors from all over to come and treat the affected people.

Now that the Undying Wang Family had collapsed, Miss White Wine took over all these inheritances, making the Grass Heart Hall the largest under the Siming Path.

Although among the world of the Siming Path’s capable people, there were many rumors that she was of an evil spirit lineage, causing most of Siming Sect’s disciples not to follow her orders, her Medical Heart Sticker naturally couldn’t compare to the former Undying Wang Family.

Still, this Medical Heart Sticker attracted many people, the first to fulfill its call was Miss White Wine’s biological father.

A wisp of Purple Qi soared into the sky, and these doctors opened their bags, either ringing bells or chanting incantations.

The Purple Qi began to disperse into the clouds, merging with the treasure light above Floral Carving Wine’s umbrella.

The world’s wind and snow abruptly stopped, yet clusters of auspicious clouds gathered under the umbrella, interweaving and colliding, eventually transforming into healing rain, descending upon the human world.

The troops under Mingzhou King Yang Gong were now on the verge of collapse, each suffering from frostbite and mental shock. But as this healing rain fell, it was like a spring breeze brushing their bodies, lightening, and eventually vanishing their frostbites into thin air.

Even some injuries from delayed treatment by blades and the hidden injuries from prolonged hunger and exhaustion seemed to be driven out of their bodies and dissolved into nothing as the rain fell.