After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Ding!

[The Buddha Flower has polluted the Chen Kingdom, and Consort Ge is in grave danger. Please make a choice, host.]

[1. Choose not to go to hell, let whoever wants to go go, save the State of Chen, shatter Mount Sumeru, and be rewarded with 8,000 White Horse Cavalry]

Zhao Yun, the leader of the White Horse Cavalry, was a martial arts saint in the early stage.

"System, you're smart to be sensible."

You can also trigger options while traveling in your avatar. Moreover, Chen Futu discovered that as the overall national strength increases, the enemies encountered become stronger and stronger, and the characters rewarded also become stronger.

As the first general from the Central Plains assigned to the Western Regions, Zhao Yun was fortunate enough to be granted Saintly cultivation by the system.

[2. Choose to avoid trouble and ignore Chen Kingdom, then steal the complete puppet-making secret technique alone. Reward: Flying Dragon Cloud-Piercing Hand]

The Flying Dragon Cloud-Piercing Hand technique can silently seize items from those of equal or lower power levels, making it an essential tool for both home and travel, allowing one to easily gain entry.

"Hmph, do you think I want it?"

Chen Futu possesses the Star-Picking Hand technique, which, while not particularly powerful, is still usable.

[3. Choose not to antagonize Little Sumeru Mountain, and go to Chen Kingdom to watch the play, see how Consort Ge is tormented by the Buddha Flower, reward...]

"Get the hell out of here, I'll choose one."

Chen Futu had a burning anger inside him.

[Selection successful. Zhao Zilong will arrive the day after the host arrives in the capital.]

"That's all for now, I'll set off immediately."

Looking across the vast territory of the Western Regions, Mount Sumeru is the undisputed overlord.

Consort Ge led the Chen Kingdom in its campaigns across the north and south, inadvertently violating the taboos of Mount Sumeru. Coupled with Consort Ge's relationship with the Chen Buddha and the great loss suffered by Mount Sumeru at the ruins, they vented their anger on the Chen Kingdom.

Chen Futu bid farewell to the fishing village and arrived in the territory of Chen State. Before him, the village was desolate and the people were impoverished. The mountains and fields were covered with black and purple Buddhist flowers, which emitted a strange fragrance in the air. The fragrance was so captivating that one could not help but touch it.

Chen Futu casually picked a Buddhist flower and examined it, while the system's voice synchronized in his mind.

【Buddha Flower, a rare variety specially cultivated on Little Mount Sumeru, has an intoxicating fragrance that can bewitch sentient beings and guide them to Buddhism】

"What a cruel little Mount Sumeru! In order to spread its faith, it treats its people so cruelly!"

Chen Futu extinguished the purple flower in his palm. At that moment, a black-clad man patrolling the village rushed up and roared, "What are you doing!"

"What are you doing? What do you mean, what are you doing?"

Chen Futu spread his hands and grabbed, drawing the other party over with his inner energy.

"Tell me, what's going on with these Buddhist flowers?!"

Chen Futu grabbed the other person by the neck. The other person was a Martial King, but in front of a Saint, he was nothing but an ant.

"You dare to offend Buddha, you will fall into the deepest hell!"

The man growled, his expression ferocious and crazed.

Chen Futu's eyesight revealed a faint purple Buddhist seal deep within his pupils, clearly a controlled entity.

The commotion attracted several more men in black.

Chen Futu was too lazy to waste any more words with them. He snapped the neck of the man in black, snapped his fingers, and the group of people who had rushed at him were instantly torn into several piles of mangled flesh under the Holy Dao Domain.

"What a tragedy, what a tragedy!"

"God, someone help us!"

An elderly village doctor was sobbing and weeping, with a corpse beside him. The village was eerie and filled with a ghostly atmosphere.

Chen Futu stepped forward to examine the body. It was a very young man who had died a gruesome death, with Buddha flowers growing from all seven orifices.

"Young man, you must leave now! You can't stay in this village anymore! They've all gone mad, they've all gone mad!"

The old man wept bitterly. The deceased was none other than his only son, who had originally intended to follow in his father's footsteps and help the villagers stop being obsessed with Buddhist flowers. However, he was targeted by the men in black and met such an end.

Chen Futu sighed, "Is no one going to do anything about the Buddhist sect's reckless behavior?"

"Manage? How can we manage them? Even Her Majesty the Empress has fallen victim to their wickedness, who can stand up for us! These beasts in human form, why doesn't Heaven punish them!"

The old man lay beside the corpse, weeping uncontrollably.

Chen Futu stood up and looked at several men in black who were about to make a move in the distance. Soon, the village was filled with screams.

Chen Futu slaughtered the so-called protectors of the Buddhist Flower Cult. When he returned to the vicinity of the old man's house, he found it on fire. The old man had set the house ablaze and, holding his son's body, cried out to Chen Futu in the inferno, "Young man, you must leave quickly! They are all devils! If you don't leave, they will not let you go!"

Chen Futu opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

He wanted to help, but the old man was heartbroken and devastated; a person whose heart is dead cannot be saved.

"Even doctors can't save this world."

Chen Futu ultimately did not make a move and turned to leave the village.

The villagers along the way were like walking corpses; they couldn't see the raging fire. They all held Buddhist flowers, their heads bowed and their eyes lifeless.

Chen was the capital of the state.

Purple Buddhist flowers covered the city walls, resembling twisted monsters from afar, capable of devouring all living beings.

Chen Futu walked onto the streets of the imperial city, carrying his sword.

Buddhist flowers bloomed on the streets and houses of the city. The people moved about like walking corpses. Some people even had Buddhist flowers growing out of their mouths. It was so miserable and twisted, yet they did not save themselves.

"The Buddha is compassionate and has pity on all sentient beings. The suffering and cycle of reincarnation are all due to cause and effect."

The Buddhist chants, accompanied by the resounding tones of a great bell, broke the eeriness and deathly silence of the imperial city, indicating that a monk was preaching the Dharma near the palace.

With a stern face, Chen Futu leaped into the main hall of the palace square, where he saw countless people kneeling on the ground, holding Buddhist flowers and listening to the kind-faced old monk preach the Dharma.

Moreover, those kneeling were not only commoners, but also civil and military officials from the entire court. The woman at the head of the group was dressed in a crimson imperial robe, her beautiful face blank and stiff; she was none other than Consort Ge.

She lay prostrate at the old monk's feet, her eyes vacant, a Buddhist flower tucked into her hair.

As for Bai Chen, the deputy commander of the Sand Sea who had been sent to protect her, he knelt to the side like a puppet, with a Buddha flower growing from one of his eyes and twisted purple Buddha patterns woven across his face.

"The Buddha is compassionate and has mercy on all living beings."

"The cycle of suffering is predetermined."

Ge Fei and the others bowed and worshipped the old monk. Suddenly, the old monk looked up in the direction of Chen Futu, a look of astonishment flashing across his face.

Chen Futu's cold and stern face was almost sinister, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in his palm embodying the laws of the imperial way, and a majestic five-clawed golden dragon forming a divine halo behind him. "Bald monk, how do you want to die?"

"Who goes there! State your name!" a novice monk shouted sternly.

"who am I?"

Chen Futu covered his face and laughed foolishly. The next second, his eyes flashed with a murderous aura of swordsmanship. "I am the Great Sage Emperor Chen Futu!"

A roar like thunder exploded, and golden lightning filled the gloomy sky. A golden dragon of the imperial road surged in the sea of ​​clouds, glaring angrily at the entire palace.

"Chen Futu?"

The old monk's hand trembled as he held the prayer beads, a flash of fear crossing his eyes. Then, with a flick of his robe, he said, "Kill him!"

At a single command, countless people stood up and roared, some with faces contorted in grotesque rage.

"Offending Buddha is an unforgivable crime!"

Consort Ge made the first move, and a purple phoenix phantom rose behind her, which was the manifestation of the national fortune of the Chen Kingdom, but it had been corrupted.