Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 523 Then I'm going to open the Great Buddha!
"Ah~"

On the battlefield, Yuan Shao's army screamed in agony!
They had fought wars their whole lives, but they had never fought such a difficult battle!

After fighting for so long, let alone killing the enemy.

Many people didn't even see the enemy's face before being pushed down by the bursts of bullets, cut in half like leeks in the stock market.

Yuan Shao's eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead. He suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Fang Yu: "Assemble the chariots! Fire a volley of arrows! Turn this sorcerer into a pincushion!"

Guo Tu's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He rushed forward and clung tightly to Yuan Shao's leg, pleading, "My lord, please reconsider! Those twelve magic-breaking chariots are our trump card against Dong Zhuo! Using them now will only create problems later!"

"Get out of the way!" Yuan Shao kicked Guo Tu aside, tearing a hole in the hem of his brocade robe. "If you utter another word, I'll shoot you too!" He turned to the messenger and roared, "What are you standing there for? Send the signal!"

"Whoosh!"

A whistling arrow shot into the sky with a mournful sound, and suddenly the roar of turning mechanisms came from the east side of the battlefield!
The twelve bronze chariots transformed and reassembled within the azure light of the jade talisman. The chariot shafts flipped over, revealing densely packed arrow slots. Behind each chariot, a bronze crossbow three zhang high rose, its cold, sharp arrows gleaming with a ghostly blue hue in the sunlight, clearly coated with deadly poison!

"Kakaka-"

The sound of the crossbow winch turning was sickening; 33,600 poisoned arrows were simultaneously locked onto Fang Yu!
Jia Xu suddenly clenched a brick on the city wall and crushed it: "It's a Qin crossbow! Yuan Shao actually unearthed the mechanical devices of the First Emperor's tomb!"

"Thousands of arrows fired!"

The moment Yuan Shao's sword fell, the world went dark!
"Shhhhh-"

Arrows rained down, obscuring the sun!

But Fang Yu, who was at the center of the storm, remained unmoved!
"Immortal Master!"

Fang Yu's men hurriedly shouted, mistakenly thinking that Fang Yu had been scared out of his wits. But at this moment, they were too far away from him. Even if they were right next to him, they could only use their bodies to shield him. But how could they withstand tens of thousands of arrows when they could only withstand two or three?!
Just as Yuan Shao's sinister gaze finally narrowed, a smirk appeared on his lips: "Taking Luoyang first will at least make our efforts worthwhile. Once we seize this porridge, our army can grow stronger once more!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu You almost choked on his own breath!
Several giant hands suddenly appeared before Luoyang City. Ah! No!

Not just hands!

and also
Xu You looked up blankly, his gaze shifting from a 45-degree angle to looking straight up at the sky!

Big!
too big!
A colossal Buddha statue, towering into the clouds, blocked the way in front of Luoyang City!

The rain of arrows rained down on the giant Buddha, but then a deafening roar filled the air! The horizon shattered!
"Final Tribulation Lightning - Thousand Hands Martial Control!"

Fang Yu's roar echoed between heaven and earth, and the colossal Buddha that reached the heavens and the earth suddenly opened its eyes, its golden light piercing the sky like the blazing sun!
Before the Buddha's palm even arrived, the violent airflow had already plowed deep trenches several meters into the ground, and the twelve bronze chariots swayed like fallen leaves in the hurricane.

"boom--!"

The moment the first palm strike landed, time seemed to stand still.

Yuan Shao's wide eyes reflected the golden palm lines that blotted out the sky.

The moment his meticulously crafted magic-breaking chariot touched the Buddha's palm, the jade talismans shattered one after another, and the bronze components were crushed like biscuits.

Before the 30,000 poisoned arrows could even touch the Buddha's palm, they were burned into a sky full of blue smoke by the accompanying thunder and fire.

"No!" Xu You's scream was drowned out by the deafening roar.

He watched helplessly as the central army formation was pierced by the golden palm print, and the 30,000 elite troops turned into blood and dust before they could even scream.

The shockwave spread in a ring, snapping soldiers in half like straws along its path.

The second palm strike followed immediately.

This time it was a complete sweep; the remaining nine tanks were smashed in half and sent flying.

One of the carriages rolled over and crashed into Yuan Shao's banner, with Yan Liang's sword hanging on the carriage shaft falling to the ground with a clang.

Yuan Shao finally understood what despair meant. The trump card he had created at the cost of half his fortune was nothing more than a child's toy in front of the giant Buddha.

"My lord, run!" Yan Liang suddenly rushed out of the dust, his armor shattered, looking like a beggar.

He grabbed Yuan Shao by the belt and, like carrying a sack, tossed the man, a member of a family that had held high office for four generations, onto his horse.

The warhorse reared up with a neigh, nearly trampling the unconscious Guo Tu.

The third palm strike was aimed at the fleeing rear of Yuan's army.

Jia Xu, watching from the city wall, saw clearly that this palm strike forced all the routed soldiers toward the valley east of Luoyang.

"The Immortal Master is so powerful!" Sun Qian exclaimed, his goatee trembling with excitement.

With three blows, Yuan Shao's army collapsed.

Tens of thousands of Yuan's troops were abandoning their armor and kneeling to surrender.

What's even more surprising is that the canyon sides are piled with grain, fodder and weapons that Yuan Shao had accumulated over the years.

Fang Yu's eyes lit up. These supplies were enough to arm 100,000 new soldiers in the Great Zhou Kingdom!
"Pass on the order!" Fang Yu's voice boomed, "Each surrendered soldier will be given three bowls of porridge; those who wish to stay will be incorporated into the military agricultural garrison!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Yan Liang, carrying Yuan Shao on his back, slipped into the dense forest under the cover of his personal guards.

He looked back and saw golden Buddhist light enveloping Luoyang. Suddenly, his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground.

"General?" the guard exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Liang wiped the blood from his face and found himself trembling.

That's something that no human can contend with!
"Return to Ye City," Yuan Shao murmured in his delirium, "I want...revenge."

Yan Liangwen retorted directly, "How are we supposed to report this?! Three hundred thousand men have fled in disarray. Are we going to risk our entire fortunes and send a million-strong army to the border? In my opinion, forget it!" Wen Chou chimed in, "Garlic bird, garlic bird, not even wearing swimsuits."

"You! You all!" Yuan Shao was so angry he almost vomited blood, but he only had these two strong generals under his command. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! Let's go back to the main camp!"

The setting sun bathed the walls of Luoyang in a golden-red hue as Fang Yu slowly returned, his steps trodden upon the shattered armor and broken halberds scattered on the ground.

Behind him followed a dense, dark column of surrendered soldiers, the clanging of armor mingling with gasps of breath. People along the way peered out from between the ruins, watching this incredible scene.

You have to understand that the original inhabitants of Luoyang had always watched the Eastern Han Dynasty suffer defeats; when had they ever seen anyone win a battle?

"It's the Immortal Master! The Immortal Master has returned!"

Someone shouted first, and the entire Zhuque Street suddenly erupted in excitement!

An elderly woman with white hair tremblingly brought out her treasured pickle jar, while a little girl with pigtails held up a freshly braided wildflower wreath above her head.

Many people were simply pushing and shoving forward, trying to catch a glimpse of that figure strolling leisurely among the 300,000-strong army.

Fang Yu suddenly stopped.

"What are you all standing there for?" Fang Yu turned around and opened his arms. "Welcome to the warriors of my Great Porridge!"

The streets were completely silent.

Among the surrendered soldiers, a one-eyed old soldier suddenly covered his face.

He recalled how, during the charge that morning, he had personally kicked deserters into the moat.

But now, the immortal master is saying they have "abandoned darkness and turned to the light"?
Fang Yu added insult to injury: "Their abandonment of darkness and embrace of light is truly a blessing for our Great Congee!"

These words struck the crowd like a thunderbolt.

Jia Xu and Sun Qian exchanged a glance and murmured in unison, "Truly a wise ruler."

"woo"

Suppressed sobs could be heard from the ranks of the surrendered soldiers.

The one-eyed veteran who had kicked the deserter suddenly knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the bluestone slab.

More and more sounds of armor clashing rang out, and the surrendered soldiers of Yuan's army knelt down like wheat blown down by the wind.

"Immortal Master!" The one-eyed old soldier suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous scar on his chest. "My life... is yours from now on!"

As Fang Yu bent down to help him up, he heard the old soldier choke back tears in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Actually, we...were just afraid of dying."

"Who isn't afraid of death?" Fang Yu patted him on the shoulder, then suddenly raised his voice: "But the fact that you dare to stand here now," he pointed to the dust cloud trailing Yuan Shao's retreating figure in the distance, "that's the greatest courage!"

"Don't worry, I will protect your families with Yuan Shao. Pass down the order! If Yuan Shao ever touches even a needle or thread in the homes of the surrendered generals, I will go to his headquarters tomorrow and open a giant Buddha statue!"

Everyone listened with tears streaming down their faces, but suddenly Fang Yu's voice became much calmer.

"There are times when I feel powerless."

"My people, the safety of our Great Porridge is in your hands from now on! Treat them well!"

These words were like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan; the people suddenly surged forward, stuffing pickled vegetables, steamed buns, and even freshly picked wild fruits into the hands of the surrendered soldiers.

A lame craftsman even helped the veteran remove his armor on the spot, insisting on taking his measurements to make new shoes.

"No! No!" The old soldier waved his hands frantically, but a young woman grabbed his arm: "Brother, try my pickled cucumbers!" His dark face turned purple, and his helpless appearance drew laughter from those around him.

Fang Yu watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

He noticed that many surrendered soldiers were secretly wiping away tears, and some were even breaking their share of pickled vegetables in half and carefully wrapping them in their handkerchiefs.

"Pass on the order," Fang Yu suddenly turned around, "Tomorrow at dawn, open the granaries and distribute the grain! All surrendered soldiers will receive porridge according to their battle merits, and their families will receive double portions!"

Jia Xu smiled upon hearing this.

Where did this claim of military merit come from? This is clearly a way to give surrendered soldiers a way out!

As night deepened, Fang Yu stood atop the city wall, overlooking the myriad lights of the city.

The newly recruited surrendered soldiers were helping the people with their work, and cheerful songs could be faintly heard in the firelight.

"Immortal Master," Sun Qian said, holding the bamboo slips, hesitating to speak, "those surrendered soldiers will return today."

"Old Sun," Fang Yu suddenly pointed to the starry sky, "do you think these stars are watching us too?"

Sun Qian was taken aback, but then he saw Fang Yu smile slyly: "They must be thinking, why are these idiots fighting? Wouldn't it be better to follow a celestial master who can conjure up white porridge?"

Jia Xu's cough came from the shadows; unusually, this strategist didn't use his feather fan to cover his face.

Under the moonlight, his gloomy eyes revealed a hint of gentleness: "Tomorrow, I wish to go to Jizhou."

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow: "Persuade them to surrender?"

"No." Jia Xu pulled a scroll of bamboo slips from his sleeve. "I'm going to pick someone up."

The unfolded booklet was filled with the addresses of the families of the surrendered soldiers.

The night breeze swept across the city walls, carrying away the last trace of the stench of blood amidst the fragrance of rice blossoms.
The battle was won.

The Great Congee Kingdom – Famous Throughout the World!
(End of this chapter)