In the Void.
Mad Monk Daxing's face was flushed red, his eyes glaring angrily. With one hand on his waist and the other holding the Merciful Great Compassion Fan, he pointed at the Demon Emperor Blood River. He was aggressive, ready to fight to the death with the Demon Emperor Blood River.
To this.
The Demon Emperor Blood River was speechless, his abyss-like eyes revealing a deep helplessness.
In addition to helplessness, there seemed to be a very complicated colour, like sympathy, but also like ridicule.
Seeing the strange expression of the Demon Emperor Blood River, Mad Monk Daxing seemed to have realized something, his heart could not help but thump, the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched unnaturally. He took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and then slowly turned around, looking over.
This look was not a big deal, but the Mad Monk Daxing was so scared that he almost fainted.
Behind him, a pavilion had appeared out of nowhere.
That's right.
It was a pavilion.
In this mysterious and vast Void of the Kan Palace, this pavilion that suddenly appeared seemed out of place.
The base of the pavilion looked like a black and white flower blooming, and when it bloomed, it was like Yin and Yang intersecting, looking very mysterious.
The four long pillars of the pavilion were carved with four patterns, one was like an Azure Dragon, one was like a White Tiger, one was like a Black Tortoise, and one was like a Vermillion Bird. The patterns were vivid and lifelike, as if they had the mark of life.
The top of the pavilion was like the vault of heaven, with the sun, moon, and countless stars inside.
This pavilion appeared out of thin air, standing there, blooming with a faint brilliance, and the surrounding space turbulence avoided it.
There were two women in the pavilion.
One of the women was wearing a black dress, her long hair tied up high, and her appearance was beautiful and dignified.
She was an extremely beautiful woman.
Her beauty was stunning, enchanting, and moving. She was beautiful in a myriad of ways, and also beautiful in a peerless style.
Her temperament was unparalleled, like the sun, sacred and bright, but also like the moon in the night sky, dark and quiet.
Her existence was mysterious and ethereal, like an immortal in the Nine Heavens, like a demon in the Nine Underworlds, illusory and real, real and fake, making people unable to see through her, and also giving people a very unreal feeling.
Although her frown and smile seemed casual, it was like an Empress descending from the vault of heaven, incomparably noble, and made people revere her.
She sat on a stone stool and leaned against a long green dragon pillar. She looked a little lazy as she held a white jade cup half-filled with wine. She had a playful smile on her face as she looked at the Crazy Monk Daxing with her charming eyes.
Beside her, there was another woman.
To be exact, it was a young girl.
The young girl looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was wearing a white robe and her long hair flowed naturally behind her. She was sitting barefoot on the stone bench casually.
This was a very ordinary girl.
Really ordinary.
She was so ordinary that he couldn't find any shining points on her. She was so ordinary that she was like a weed on the grassland, so ordinary that she was like a drop of water in the ocean, and even more ordinary that she was like a speck of dust in this world, so insignificant that it was as if he couldn't remember her appearance after closing his eyes.
His appearance was the same.
It was the same with his eyes.
Even more so.
From head to toe, every strand of her hair seemed extremely ordinary, as if she was indistinguishable from the ever-changing Void of the Kan Palace.
She was just like the void, constantly changing. Even though she was standing there quietly, she gave off an unreal feeling, like a dream.
Looking at the two women in the pavilion.
At this moment, Mad Monk Daxing looked as if he had been struck by lightning. His face was ghastly white, dizzy, and on the verge of collapse, as if he could not even stand properly.
He was originally aggressive, but the moment he turned around, he was like a deflated rubber ball that had gone limp.
He was scared.
He was scared out of his wits.
Because the two women sitting in the pavilion were the two existences he was most wary of, most afraid of, and most unwilling to see in his life.
One was the master of Langya grotto-heaven, Cang Yan.
The legendary woman of the great wilderness, and also a Great Dao Empress.
She was the Empress of the Immortal Dao, and also the Empress of the Demon Dao, and the only Empress of the Immortal Dao and Demon Dao in this world.
The young woman was none other than her.
She was the legendary Heavenly Secret Empress, who knew the past and future, controlled fate and karma, deduced the universe's chaos, and was the embodiment of karma. She was the messenger of fate, the Heavenly Secret Empress, an omniscient and omniscient woman who was worshipped as a deity by all the worlds.
Mad Monk Daxing never thought that he would meet Nameless Empress and Cang Yan here.
He also did not expect to meet them while he was cursing at Nameless Empress and Cang Yan.
At this moment, Mad Monk Daxing was completely dumbfounded, standing in the Void like a Buddha statue.
In the past.
Mad Monk Daxing did not understand.
He did not understand why people would commit suicide.
Now he understood.
The moment he saw Nameless Empress and Cang Yan, he had an epiphany.
Because at this moment, he also had an impulse, an impulse to end his own life.
Regret, fear, helplessness, helplessness, helplessness, helplessness, helplessness, hopelessness, and many other complicated emotions came pouring out of his mind. Daxing Manic Monk felt that his life was incomparably dark. He could not see any light at all, not even the slightest bit.
He wanted to die.
Other than death, he did not know what to do.
It seemed that only death could release him.
If the current Mad Monk Daxing was his real body, he would really want to end his own life and be free from all these frustrations.
The problem was.
Right now, he was not in his real body, but an External Incarnation. In other words, even if he ended his External Incarnation, he would not be able to truly free himself.
Not only would he not be able to truly free himself, what awaited him would be even more aggrieved pain.
He could even imagine that if he really ended his External Incarnation in front of Nameless Empress and Cang Yan, he would not be able to raise his head in the future.
He was already a coward in front of Nameless Empress and Cang Yan. If he ended his own life in front of them, he would really be a coward.
Moreover, other than Nameless Empress and Cang Yan, Demonic King Blood River was here too.
He did not want Demonic King Blood River to look down on him.
No!
He could not end his own life!
Absolutely not!
No matter how vexed and aggrieved he was, he could not commit suicide in front of them. Otherwise, he would not be able to raise his head in the future.
However …
If he did not end his own life, what should he do?
Escape?
If he turned and ran the moment he saw Nameless Empress and Cang Yan, it would be no different from a mouse seeing a cat. If he ended his own life in front of them, he would not be able to raise his head. If he turned and ran the moment he saw them, it would not be any better.
Even if he did not care about his reputation and turned to run, could he escape?
The answer was yes.
He could not escape.
He had tried.
In the past, he had fallen into Cang Yan's trap and was humiliated in front of him. He could not beat him and could only choose to escape. Initially, Mad Monk Daxing thought that he had escaped. Later on, he realized that he had not escaped at all. Instead, he had jumped into Cang Yan's trap. Then, he was beaten and humiliated …
If he could not end his own life and escape, what could he do?
Fight?
Mad Monk Daxing gave up without hesitation.
He had fought with Cang Yan a total of four times. Each time, he was beaten to a pulp. Now, not to mention seeing Cang Yan, just hearing Cang Yan's name made his heart tremble.
In the pavilion.
Cang Yan leaned lazily against the Green Dragon pillar and sat on a stone bench. She supported her head with one hand and held an exquisite white jade cup in the other. Her beautiful face had an intriguing smile. She swirled the white jade cup in her hand and said softly, "Nameless, I think I heard him scolding you just now. His scolding was very unpleasant. I think he called you a little b * tch …"
Beside her.
Nameless Empress was like an ordinary girl. She sat upright on the stone bench with her head lowered and was flipping through an ancient book. She replied, "I think I heard him scolding you too. His scolding was very unpleasant too. I think he called you a crazy b * tch …"
Their voices could be heard.
Mad Monk Daxing was about to break down.
He could tell that Nameless Empress and Cang Yan were deliberately saying it for him to hear.
Mad Monk Daxing might not be able to imagine what Nameless Empress would do, but he knew Cang Yan's methods very well.
What should he do?
Should he lower his head and beg for mercy?
Although it would be embarrassing to beg for mercy, it was better than being subjected to Cang Yan's methods.
That crazy b * tch had a vicious heart and her methods were as vicious as they could be. Mad Monk Daxing had already tasted the feeling of being tortured several times. He did not want to experience it again.
How about …
Just give it a try?
Lower his head and admit defeat. If it really did not work, kneel and beg for mercy?
Mad Monk Daxing was hesitant.
He was not afraid of embarrassing himself. He was afraid that even if he lowered his head and begged for mercy, he would not be able to get through this.
In the past, he had neither offended nor offended Cang Yan. He did not even know how he had offended Cang Yan and was tortured to death by her.
Now that he had called her a crazy b * tch in front of her, Mad Monk Daxing reckoned that lowering his head and admitting defeat would not be enough to make up for it.
Mad Monk Daxing's thoughts were like lightning.
He had been thinking about how to get through this.
He thought of many ideas and possibilities. In the end, no matter how he thought, he felt that he would not be able to get through this.
In the end, Mad Monk Daxing gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He did not want to think anymore and accepted his fate.
Kill me or torture me, do as you please!
This time, Mad Monk Daxing was ready to go all out.
Since he'd decided to throw caution to the wind, he wouldn't compromise like he did in the past, and he might as well use force. In any case, he was going to die either way, so rather than dying in a cowardly manner, he might as well fight to the death vigorously!
Thinking of this.
Mad Monk Daxing took a deep breath as if to encourage himself. He calmed himself down and stared at Cang Yan. Gathering his courage, he shouted, "You did not hear wrongly. This old monk was scolding the two of you! What about it! Did you not hear clearly? Do you want this old monk to repeat it again? "
Mad Monk Daxing snorted coldly. He straightened his back and said disdainfully, "In front of Blood River, this old monk dared to scold you. In front of you, this old monk still dares to scold you!"
(End of Chapter)
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