Following the constant impact of the undead tribe and the Shura tribe, Alex saw some monks could not
hold it any longer. After spitting blood, they fell to the ground and did not get up again.
It was the end of their lives.
âThe unrest Kala shall not never reincarnate, Amitabha!â
âThe unrest Kala shall not never reincarnate, Amitabha⦠â
This was the dying cry of every monk who had depleted his vitality.
Upon losing their lives, their souls all turned into beams of golden light, soared into the sky, and
plunged into a coffin next to Ksitigarbha. Alex knew this coffin very well. It was the same as the coffin
stopping silently in his mind palace now, the Soul Collection Coffin!
Beams of golden light rose one after another. The Buddhist disciples of Kala Temple sacrificed
themselves almost every second.
A gray-clothed arhat next to the Ksitigarbha King, who had an overwhelming magical power, recited the
Buddhist melodies aloud. But bloody tears started flowing down his face.
However, this was not the most challenging moment. Soon after, Alex witnessed a stunning scene.
A group of humans was driven over a divided path in the middle of the undead army.
These were just ordinary people among human beings. They were males, females, elderlies, and the
young ones who were crying, trembling, and cursing. However, the undead army and the Shura tribe
ferociously drove them to Kala Temple. Those who moved slightly slower would be killed on the spot.
Alex was shocked upon seeing them.
âHow could they be mean?â
More importantly, they drove those ordinary people toward Kala Templeâs entrance, making them step
into the spell formation and touch the grand protective formation. As a result, those people who
touched the grand formation vanished in a puff of smoke.
Alex stood on the edge of the grand protective formation.
He saw those people had faces of horror as they cried loudly. Some people, who were holding their
children, were pushed by someone else to touch the grand formation. They immediately let out a
miserable scream and burst into flames, vanishing in a puff of smoke.
âNo!â
âDonât come over! No!â
Alex yelled and rushed over, trying to push back those people. In front of him were two twin girls of
about five or six years old with crying faces. They did not want to move forward, but the group of
people pushed them at the back.
âBig Sis, Iâm scared!â
âLittle Sis. Little Sis, Big Sis will hug you!â
âAh..!â
It was their dying scream when the two people burst into flames.
Alex was helpless.
He was not someone from that era. He had just witnessed the pain of that era. His hands could pass
through those peopleâs bodies, yet he could not stop the history that had long happened.
The chanting in Kala Temple was getting littler. The monks could see the scene in front of them. Life
was so important. They could not watch their compatriots die and do nothing.
âBodhisattva, what should we do?â
âHow innocent are these people? They canât just die in our hands!â
The arhat cried.
As Ksitigarbha watched the beings suffering, his left eye shed a drop of tear as he said, âIf I donât
sacrifice myself to save them, who will?!â
He rose into the air, rushed into the legion of the undead, and waved his hand to summon an extremely
tall soldier. It was a blood-stained, ancient, gloomy, green stone bridge. Dark water flowed under the
bridge. A one-hundred meter tall, large bronze mirror stood on the opposite of the bridge.
This was Persephoneâs Folly Bridge!
Under the bridge was River Styx!
On the opposite shore was the Mirror of Retribution!
A loud boom rang out. Persephoneâs Folly Bridge traversed thousands of miles as if it were a natural
moat of the Milky Way.
Meanwhile, the undead army that River Styx washed continuously plunged into Persephoneâs Folly
Bridge. When the Mirror of Retributionâs brilliant light shone on the undead, they screamed endlessly
right there and then.