Meanwhile.
In other major cities.
The news caused an immediate uproar.
"Did you hear? Some Transformation Spirit expert was actually killed with a single palm strike!"
"Yeah, I also heard the one who killed him was a Grand Eunuch. What was his name again?"
"Don't say it. He's no ordinary person."
"I heard he was that Living Bodhisattva from before. The common folk had always missed him, but that Living Bodhisattva was killed by that Transformation Spirit Cultivator."
"Looks like the Living Bodhisattva reincarnated and came back for revenge."
"That's truly too pitiful."
"Exactly."
"Come to think of it, that Living Bodhisattva was a genuinely good man, devoted to the people. Yet he was killed by that Transformation Spirit Old Ancestor. Too pitiful."
"Yeah, I saw some temples that still secretly enshrined his memorial tablet."
After killing that Transformation Spirit Old Ancestor, Wang Weiguo traveled around.
He gathered the remaining two hundred thousand people onto the last remaining good land.
In truth, some among those two hundred thousand people still remembered him.
After all, only a little over a hundred years had passed.
Though the incense offerings had faded greatly, there were always people who still remembered.
During his travels, he found dozens of households that were still secretly worshipping him as the Living Bodhisattva.
Wang Weiguo suddenly felt a trace of shame.
Because when it came down to it, all of this had happened because he had been too naive.
He thought about many things.
Yet in the end, he had never anticipated his enemy's cruelty and ruthlessness.
His people had sincerely believed in him.
Yet he had been defeated by his enemy, forcing countless people to pay an enormous price in the end.
Within several centuries, all their parents and children had been killed.
Yet he had been