To be honest, Ye Xuan felt a little guilty towards Sun Wukong. Although he had pointed out the drawbacks of the Three Corpse Severing Technique, it was fundamentally to devour the Demi-Saint Force of the Evil Corpse. Only then could he break through his shackles.
Sun Wukong had dispersed the Three Corpse Severing Technique, which was equivalent to cutting off his path to becoming a Saint. If Sun Wukong wanted to become a Saint, he could only become a Saint through merit. Even if he used strength to prove his Dao, he could not continue on this path because he had destroyed his own path.
"Haha."
Sun Wukong patted Ye Xuan's shoulder and comforted him, "Fellow Daoist, you don't have to blame yourself. Just as you said, if I have already lost myself, then what's the point of me living?"
"Thank you for your understanding, fellow Daoist. If you need my help in the future, as long as you send a message to me, even if a Saint descends, Ye Xuan will not sit idly by." Ye Xuan was not a wishy-washy person and directly made an earth-shattering promise to Sun Wukong.
"Haha."
Looking at Ye Xuan's solemn expression, Sun Wukong was startled at first. He looked at Ye Xuan with a complicated expression, then suddenly laughed wildly, "Good, good, good. I thought I was the only one in the world who did not take a Saint seriously, but today, fellow Daoist, you have let me know that I am not the only one in this world who is arrogant. If a Saint really wants to punish you and me, even if we are separated by millions of miles, I will still lend you a hand."
The two looked at each other and laughed, and there was a faint feeling of appreciation for each other.
"Brother Ye, today we will part ways. If we are fated to meet in the future, we should drink together." Sun Wukong smiled slightly, and the chaotic divine light around him rose. It was obvious that he already had the intention to part.
"Where are you going?" Ye Xuan asked softly.
"Today, we will settle the grudges of the past. This spiritual mountain has trapped me for endless time. I have to seek justice for myself." Sun Wukong laughed out loud.
"Haha."
Ye Xuan laughed out loud, "Your matter is my matter. Why don't we crush this spiritual mountain?"
"Alright!"
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up. He leaped into the air with the iron staff in his hand. Ye Xuan carried the sleeping girl and took a step forward, walking side by side with Sun Wukong.
On this day, the Great Thunderclap Temple of Spiritual Mountain encountered an unimaginable calamity.
Half of the Spirited Mountain was collapsing, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were mourning. The Great Thunderclap Temple, which had never fallen since ancient times, had turned into dust. Duobao Rulai was beaten black and blue, and a large amount of Buddhist snow fell from the sky.
Rumble!
The Chaotic Divine Light spread across thousands of miles, and the boundless Nirvana Vacuum covered the entire Spirited Mountain. The Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were crying loudly, and some even disregarded the dignity of Buddhism and fled from the Spirited Mountain.
…
Thirty-three Heavens Beyond Heaven.
Under the Bodhi tree.
Two figures sat cross-legged under a tree with a chessboard placed on it. Black and white chess pieces were spread out on the chessboard. At this moment, they were playing chess leisurely, as if they did not know that Spirit Mountain had suffered a great calamity.
"Senior Brother, the Western Sect was founded by you and me. If we let them do as they please, we will lose face," Daoist Zhunti said peacefully.
"Junior Brother, don't be impatient. This monkey has been tricked by us and has been trapped in Spirited Mountain for an endless period of time. This time, he has severed his path to becoming a Saint, and his heart is filled with anger. We should let him vent," Daoist Jie Yin said with a smile.
"Senior Brother is right, but what I'm really worried about is Ye Xuan. I'm only afraid that he …!" Zhunti frowned slightly and stopped speaking.
"Ye Xuan seems to be unscrupulous, but he won't destroy the orthodoxy of Spirited Mountain. After all, with you and me holding the fort, he still has a lot of scruples," Daoist Jie Yin said softly.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Daoist Jie Yin frowned and looked at Spirited Mountain with his Dharma Eyes. He saw Ye Xuan condensing a killing technique with his palm and fingers. When he slammed his palm down, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas died tragically between heaven and earth.
"This brat, how dare he …?"
Jie Yin's expression turned extremely ugly. He had just said that Ye Xuan would not destroy the orthodoxy of Spirited Mountain because of his scruples, but now he saw Ye Xuan's vicious attack. He simply wanted to destroy the Western Sect in one fell swoop.
"Senior Brother, I told you that this person is not under our control. It seems that I have no choice but to take action."
Zhunti frowned. When he flipped his palm, the Tree of Seven Wonders cut through the 33 Heavens and directly appeared above Spirited Mountain. An extremely terrifying Saint's aura also shrouded the entire Spirited Mountain.
…
Spirited Mountain, Great Thunderclap Temple.
The Tree of Seven Wonders spanned between heaven and earth. Ye Xuan and Sun Wukong stood side by side. When they saw the Tree of Seven Wonders covering Spirited Mountain, they knew that the Saints had already taken action. If they continued to kill, they would definitely provoke the Two Saints of the Western Sect.
"Brother Ye, the Two Saints of the Western Sect have already taken action. It's time for us to leave." Sun Wukong's eyes were cold, as if he was looking through the firmament at the 33 Heavens.
"Don't worry, Elder Brother. The day I become a Saint will be the day Spirited Mountain is destroyed." Ye Xuan said calmly, but his words contained great terror.
"A Worthy Younger Brother, remember what I said. If you step into the Sage-to-be and can pass the Three Tribulations of the Heavenly Way, you can challenge the Saints. Otherwise, you must not rashly provoke the Six Saints of the world. You will suffer an unimaginable calamity." Sun Wukong warned solemnly.
"Don't worry, Elder Brother. A Worthy Younger Brother has his own ideas." Ye Xuan said calmly.
"After today's parting, I don't know when we can meet again. But A Worthy Younger Brother, don't worry. If you suffer in the future, I will stand by your side with my iron staff even if we are separated by hundreds of millions of miles." Sun Wukong said firmly.
"This is also what I want to say to you." Ye Xuan smiled.
"Elder Brother, why don't you return to the Celestial Court with me? You and I can rebuild the ancient Celestial Court. We can reproduce the power of the ancient Celestial Court." Ye Xuan urged him to stay before they parted.
"I'm used to being free. I've been trapped in Spirited Mountain for endless time and can't stand any more restrictions. Moreover, I still have some things to do. A Worthy Younger Brother, I appreciate your good intentions."
Sun Wukong's eyes drifted and a beautiful figure appeared in his mind. A self-deprecating smile flashed across his eyes, as if he remembered something he didn't want to recall.
"A Worthy Younger Brother, I'm leaving."
Sun Wukong took a step forward and a golden cloud rose under his feet. He directly soared into the sky. He waved at Ye Xuan and turned into a stream of light that disappeared between heaven and earth.
Looking at Sun Wukong's departure, Ye Xuan sighed helplessly. Although Sun Wukong didn't say what he was going to do, Ye Xuan could roughly guess it. However, there were some things that Ye Xuan couldn't help with. Sun Wukong had to solve them himself.
Three breaths of time passed.
Ye Xuan held the sleeping little girl. He glanced at the half-destroyed Spirited Mountain and directly soared into the sky without any reluctance. Only the devastated Buddhas of Spirited Mountain were left crying in the Tempest Temple.
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