Chapter 441: Infinite Division
Chapter 441: Infinite Division
Qi Fei observed Taoist priest Han carefully.
“This man’s the anomaly!”
Qing Gang served as Qi Fei’s codename within the Special Operations Bureau. Beyond this designation, he carried another identity – his previous incarnation’s name ‘Liu Qing’. This Rebirth differed from conventional rebirths, resembling more a soul transference. Upon awakening, he’d become Qi Fei while retaining both men’s memories. To both Qi Fei and Liu Qing, this remained their deepest secret.
The two other generals also bore codenames per Bureau regulations – rules Qi Fei himself had instituted. During his time in the future world, he’d encountered an Awakened One capable of cursing people through name alone. That individual triggered global catastrophe, claiming countless elite lives through inexplicable deaths.
To prevent recurrence, Qi Fei established this protocol.
His memories held knowledge of numerous impending disasters, including world-ending calamities.
The World Barrier shattered under unknown forces, skies collapsing like fractured ceilings. Exposed to primordial chaos, the defenseless world flooded with overwhelming dimensional energy that exterminated humanity. In his prior life, Qi Fei had been a high-ranking Awakened One. Now reborn, he vowed to trace civilization’s collapse to its source – the dark leviathan.
Recalling his Rebirth visions deepened Qi Fei’s suspicions toward Taoist priest Han.
No record existed of this man in his past-life memories. A-rank Awakened consciousness rivaled supercomputers, permitting perfect recall of every historical Awakened. The Special Operations Bureau’s rapid formation and Xia Country’s stability relied entirely on Qi Fei’s foreknowledge.
This anomaly’s emergence demanded vigilance.
Yet Han Sen currently aligned with humanity, warranting only heightened surveillance. Fortunately, Taoist priest Han befriended cousin Wang Bo, enabling direct information access.
“We’re allies here. Feel free to call me Big Cousin like Little Bo does.”
Qi Fei’s demeanor shifted entirely, aura concealed. Nearby, the battered bald men gaped in disbelief – was this the same Bureau general who’d confronted everyone moments prior? Qi Fei disregarded their shock, recalling most would perish as cannon fodder regardless.
“General flatters me.”
Han Sen instinctively retreated, increasingly convinced of Wang Bo’s cousin’s questionable orientation. Distance seemed prudent.
“Enough formalities! What’s the Blood Buddha situation? Why hide your leadership?” Wang Bo relaxed upon recognizing allies, finally understanding his grandfather’s earlier reassurance.
“Grandfather’s orders.”
Qi Fei smiled. Though soul-transferred, he’d integrated completely with original memories, fostering genuine care for Wang Bo – especially knowing the youth would survive to become humanity’s pillar.
“Grandfather?”
Wang Bo grimaced, swallowing further complaints. The Wang Family patriarch’s authority remained absolute.
“Hasn’t the Bureau compiled Blood Buddha data through multiple engagements?” Han Sen pressed.
“We clashed repeatedly, but Bureau intel remains limited. My personal knowledge differs.”
Qi Fei’s gaze turned distant.
Few could comprehend the Blood Buddha’s origins and abilities. As a rebirth individual, he’d accessed future archives documenting every detail.
“The Blood Buddha’s tragedy began as a monk at Jiangcheng’s Wenyin Temple…”
This world’s monks followed no Buddha nor Western Paradise doctrine, more resembling religious clan members. The “Buddha” concept emerged post-mutation, heavily influenced by Zuo Meng’s knowledge leakage when he shattered the World Barrier.
High-dimensional beings’ mere exhalations could devastate lower existences.
“Post-mutation, cursed entities slaughtered all 321 temple inhabitants. The Blood Buddha regenerated from their corpses.” Qi Fei’s expression darkened.
“After devouring the murderous entities, it assumed human form to spread twisted ‘Buddhism’ – likely mutated knowledge contamination introducing the Buddha concept.”
“Merely preaching?”
Han Sen found this tolerable compared to Boss Fang’s uncanny household.
“We ignore Capital City’s myriad cults. This differs.” Qi Fei shook his head.
“Does it consume followers?”
The eavesdropping bald men edged closer – survival trumped pride.
“Contamination.”
Qi Fei uttered the term Han Sen first heard from Wang Bo regarding mountain exposure.
“The Blood Buddha operates virally. Its doctrine corrupts believers into clones. We’ve destroyed multiple incarnations, but elimination proves futile while clones persist.”
Shit.
Infinite division?
Han Sen grasped the Bureau’s dilemma. If accurate, the Blood Buddha might be truly unkillable.
The infection scale remained unknowable.