Hyper-Dimensional Player

Even the national treasury funded the construction of temple pagodas, casting eighty-four thousand copper towers throughout the realm, with indiscriminate alms, forming a trend of "solemn almsgiving, recitation vigils, with no vacant days in the month."

Corresponding to this was Zhou Shizong's destruction of Buddhism (in the second year of Xiande, temples were destroyed to mint coins, and monks and nuns were forcibly secularized).

It's a pity that Chai Rong died too quickly, otherwise he might have been a formidable ruler.

This is the infamous 'Three Wus and One Sect's Destruction of Buddhism' event in history.

So many times were they destroyed.

Yet, they could not be thoroughly eradicated, as Zhou Shizong Chai Rong's suppression of Buddhism was followed by sudden death within a few years.

Heading all the way north.

Duncan traversed the world, entered the realms of the Central Plains, and continued northward, gradually reaching Youzhou.

"Refugees' white bones abandoned on desolate hills, thin horses whinnying in the wind with tears silently flowing.

Where lies the thousand miles of mountain passes? Restless souls pace knife-like prefectures at night."

"After the Qidan's retreat, the moon is as a hook, empty alleys echoing old murmurs.

The price of selling children equals three pints of grain, buying a general half a day's rest."

Upon entering the northern territories, Duncan suddenly became silent, as if practicing meditative silence, his dark eyes merely gazing at everything before him, following refugees and beggars in their flight.

He walked barefoot on the land of the Central Plains, littered with bones, his body nearly reduced to skin and bones, his vitality and essence burning madly.

The demon technique progressed rapidly!

Occasionally, in the dead of night, Duncan opened his eyes, and in his pupils seemed to burn a faint Ghost Fire.

The blood refinement technique was accomplished!

The Blood God's immortal body was achieved!

The Daoist became.

Yet there was no joy, only a blank expression as he gazed upon the Human World, resembling a lifeless shell of a numb refugee.

He did not know how Zhang Jiao felt when he walked the world back then, but now Duncan's murderous intent was overwhelming and barely containable.

Unless a massacre is unleashed, his intentions would not be fulfilled, his heart would not be gratified.

The north was even more tragic.

After losing the sixteen states of Yan Yun, the entire Central Plains was thusly dominated.

"Shi Jingtang indeed deserved to die!"

Due to ceding the sixteen states of Yan Yun, the entirety of the Central Plains was plunged into a 430-year Purgatory, with nomadic tribes becoming a dire threat to Central Plains civilization.

Thirteen years ago, after the Liao army captured Kaifeng, they abducted tens of thousands of craftsmen and women, the deceased lined the roads along their path.

Due to frequent wars, Later Liang had three times deliberately breached the Yellow River dikes; in just a few decades, the Yellow River overflowed more than thirty times, during Later Jin's period, locust and drought outbreaks in Northern China led to famine where people resorted to cannibalism, with authorities even preserving bodies of the starved dead in salt as 'human jerky' to serve as military provisions.

Because of these 'traditions,' even a profession called 'human jerky maker' emerged, responsible for producing dried human meat for commercial sale, which was priced far lower than dog meat.

The entire Human World was split to the extreme!

Upper echelons indulged in extreme pleasure, while the lower classes exchanged children for eating.

As Duncan posed as a beggar refugee heading north, he could even casually dig out bones of the dead from the roadside dating back ten years.

Occasionally while sleeping at midnight without a pillow, he directly used human bones as a pillow.

Faint Ghost Fire.

All life weeps in sorrow.

He seemed to hear the wailing cries of countless souls and spirits from the Central Plains over the past century.

The Three Corpses suddenly fell silent.

Ever since Duncan began traversing the world, the Three Corpses ceased any activity, hidden in fear, daring not provoke Duncan's rage.

The entire world needed cleansing!

The murderous aura of the youth had transformed into ferocious magic flames.

For every place Duncan passed, the blood refinement technique advanced a level, with mournful souls turning into the kindling, the king's eyes becoming the initial fire, the blood flame coagulating in his pupils, deep within the iris, sometimes emerging strangely as blood.

The demon technique was perfected!

The blood sea surged high.

Alone Duncan roamed the world, traversed the Human World, but the first mastery he achieved was the Blood God's demon technique.

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