Broken clouds drifted across the azure sky, the golden sun hung high in the heavens, and warm sunlight illuminated the devastated land. Trees had fallen, mountains had split apart, exposing blackish-brown earth and stone.
Collapsed mountain ranges had blocked the rivers, and muddy water flowed freely, filled with sand, stones, shattered branches, and leaves. Animal corpses could vaguely be seen bobbing amid the current.
The Buddha Image's second attack had achieved no effect. Although the village's priests, Saintess, and others had joined forces to block the first attack, its aftermath had still greatly affected the surrounding environment.
Fortunately, the Southern Borderlands forest possessed powerful regenerative abilities. Before long, it would return to its former lush mountains and clear waters.
The Buddha Lord had already vanished.
The scales covering Bai's body gradually receded, her eyes returned to normal, and her fangs vanished as well. She leaped down to the ground and carefully carried the girl down from the butterfly's back. "Yun, are you all right?"
The girl called Yun sighed helplessly. "I'm fine. And put me down, I can walk by myself."
The priests and the others said nothing. They were still thinking about what had just happened, the scene deeply branded into their minds, its words seeming to still echo by their ears.
The matter had been resolved. They began comforting the villagers and preparing for post-disaster reconstruction.
Several minutes later, the High Priest and the others arrived. They were startled when they saw the scene surrounding the village, but there was no smell of blood in the air. Busy villagers could be seen everywhere, allowing them to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
The High Priest was an elderly man, even older than the priest of Cangxi Ancient Village. He held a jade staff and looked frail with age,