He ordered coolly:
"The Human Dao Fortune is mottled and impure. This time, use the Blood Refining Skill to gather the Human Dao Fortune from within the bloodlines."
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas received the decree, assumed wrathful visages, and descended upon the Shu Region to kill.
Meanwhile, the Venerable Buddha remained quietly seated in the heavens, unwilling to interfere.
'The Blood Refining Skill meant slaughter beyond measure, and he was unwilling to bear that Cause and Effect...'
On the first day, by morning, all of Shu's border passes had been broken.
By noon, all three thousand prefectures of the Shu Region had fallen.
By dusk, all of Shu Han had been lost, save for the Shu Capital itself.
Shu Capital.
"Prime Minister, what... what do we do now?"
Zhao Yun, clad in Silver Armor, asked softly. His expression was numb as he gazed at the Buddhist radiance filling the sky and let out a deep sigh.
Zhuge Kongming, who now looked old and weary, spoke with exhaustion:
