There was no light in the gray sky, and a vague mist shrouded the entire black sea.
Turning over and sitting up, in a daze, Hanyue Sanren almost didn't recognize where this place was.
His memory still lingers on the scene where 'Yang Yu' went on a killing spree and swept across the city...
"I am dead?!"
Hanyue Sanren shook his head in confusion, and then realized that he had actually arrived at the Sea of Laws?
"Master?"
He reacted suddenly.
"Misfortune is always related. Once we, the 'fate-seeers', are too deeply involved in calamity, we will surely suffer backlash..."
In the hazy mist, the old man of Tianshu walked over, holding a bamboo stick and an ancient scroll, looking at his disciples calmly:
"Life is thinner than paper, so don't set yourself on fire. If you weren't on the inheritance land, you would be dead this time!"
"Master, you still can't bear to leave your disciple..."
Hanyue Sanren bowed profusely to thank his master for saving his life, but he still felt a little worried:
"Master, have you seen it? Yuelong City..."
The changes in Yuelong City were really sudden and terrifying, and the sudden rise of 'Yang Prison' really exceeded his expectations.
So much so that he didn't even react, he was trapped in the battle circle and almost died in it...
"I have a slight sense of it, but I haven't seen it myself."
In the mist, the old man from Tianshu shook his head slightly and suddenly asked:
"That man's name is 'Yang Prison'. He is a stranger in the world of mountains and seas? Yes or no?"
"ah?"
Hanyue Sanren was startled and nodded quickly.
"Who is there in his family?"
"this……"
Hanyue Sanren shook his head blankly. He really hadn't asked:
"He seems to be an orphan with a pair of adoptive parents? Master, you..."
Hanyue San had doubts in his heart, but before he could ask them, he felt a strong wind blowing in his face. Before he could react, he was knocked out of the sea of laws.
"Master..."
Ignoring the confused disciples, the old man of Tianshu walked slowly in the mist, seeming to be thinking about something.
After a long time, he opened the ancient scroll and wrote:
[At the end of the Nine Tribulations and before the Ten Tribulations, a demon boy came to Longquan and was interrupted by others. Before it passed...]
After a few strokes, he wanted to close the ancient scroll, but suddenly he remembered something, a hook, a stroke,
Change 'someone' to 'Yang Yu'.
"Nadja Kulvala has never recorded his name in the heavenly book, nor has he entered reincarnation... Is his return a place of his own creation, or is he exploring a path for someone else?"
After closing the ancient scroll, the old man of Tianshu muttered to himself slightly and disappeared into the sea of laws, not knowing where he was going:
"Can mortal martial arts also be called Tao?"
…
…
Make a way!
As the stream of light swirled around, many thoughts were flying in Yang Yu's heart.
This is not the first time that he has heard about the path being opened in the future. He has even seen with his own eyes those who want to open the path in the future.
Lu Chen!
He obtained a "wood-burning magic lamp" to guide the way forward. Although he sought innate heel and legs, what he did was to clear the way before the calamity.
But, Lu Chen doesn’t seem to know the real secret of ‘clearing the way’?
Buzz!
In the blink of an eye, Yang Yu once again came to the fortune-telling booth of "Taoist Yang, whose hands and eyes can reach the sky".
"What are you doing?"
The ghost hand in the eye socket suddenly reached out a few feet away, the ghost eyes in the palm of his hand turned, and before Yang Yu could speak, he seemed to have seen something:
"Nagajuvara?! He is actually hiding in Beidou?!"
He had said before that with Yang Yu's current level of cultivation, other Taoist ghosts were not qualified to compete with him.
But who would have thought that the one hiding in the Beidou Dao Fruit is actually ‘Nagajuvara’!
"The devil boy's real name?"
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly and he wrote down the name.
Be it Beidou Daixingjun or Santanhaihui, it refers to the rank, not the individual.
"伱, you..."
Seemingly shocked, Taoist Yang stood up suddenly, walked around Yang Yu and looked around, his ghost eyes moving:
"You, you actually, defeated him?!"
Taoist Yang's shock cannot be described in words.
It was like seeing an ant tripping up the ancient blue dragon that was flying for nine days. How could this be a shock?
Simply incredible!
"Does the real person recognize this devil boy?"
Yang Yu pulled out the chair and sat down. His head was naturally intact due to his spiritual wisdom, but there was also a slight tingling sensation.
"There are too few people who don't know the name of Najajuvala from ancient times..."
The ghost hand retracted, but Taoist Yang still couldn't calm down. He paced back and forth, frowning and remembering:
"The nine calamities follow the rules of the eight calamities, with the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty as the calendar, and billions of years as one generation. Pindao was born in the eighth generation of the Yuan Dynasty, 37.23 million years ago. There are still more than three million years between the calamities and annihilations...
Najajuvara was more than a thousand years younger. When Pindao's ray of spiritual wisdom was frightened by the three-pointed two-edged sword, he was less than a hundred years old, but he had already become famous..."
In the eighth generation of the Yuan Dynasty, 37.2 million years ago, Nadja Kulvara was born into the home of gods and Buddhas.
There are only a dozen or so people in one generation who are friends of gods and Buddhas, and have the talent of nine levels of gods and demons.
He is both a god and a Buddha. He is less than a hundred years old and already has a body of eight extremes. He will undergo a great calamity and his body will die and his soul will disperse...
"This devil boy is arrogant by nature. He is a hundred years old and has made more enemies than the poor man has accumulated in more than a thousand years. Therefore, when he encounters disaster, it can be said that he uses all his strength to the point that even his teacher almost fails.
Rescue him and return him..."
"A close call?"
Yang Yu's heart moved. When Taoist Yang said this, his eyelids twitched violently and his emotions fluctuated greatly.
"Yes... her mother was a Buddhist goddess, and she carried her soul straight to the 'Ge Shu Ge Lonely Garden'..."
"Only a tree for the Lonely Garden? In ancient legends, was it the place where all the Buddhas attained enlightenment?"
Yang Prison had already guessed something.
Taoist Yang nodded and answered as calmly as possible:
"The old Buddha was merciful and accepted him as his disciple. He issued a decree to invite the 'Three Officials Emperor' to join him, call his soul back, help him ascend to the 'Three Altars', and recast his body with the Buddha's Supreme Treasure Lotus Platform..."
"..."
At this point, not only Taoist Yang was speechless for a moment, but even Yang Yu felt a bit of toothache.
This life experience is really too good...
"Buddhist merit lotus, but those who recite it are almost indestructible. What you can defeat is just a fragment of his soul..."
As if touched by the memories, Taoist Yang was speechless for a long time.
"Perhaps it is indeed a divided soul..."
Yang Yu nodded.
This is also implicitly known from the devil boy's words.
"No wonder, the turn of the two tribulations is also called the Dark Age. I think it was also like this at the end of the eight tribulations, right?"
After a long time, Taoist Yang said:
"Although the poor Taoist has not experienced it, if what Nadja Kulvala said is true, even his Taoist fruit has been taken away by others...
Then, we can only say that, including him, the gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas at the end of the Nine Tribulations are all cunning..."
"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, shrimps..."
Yang Yu sighed softly.
How could he not understand what Taoist Yang said?
What kind of existence would that demon child have that is capable of such a practice, such a birth, and can possess its path and fruit?
"The weak prey on the strong. This has always been the case. Even if the emperor's cause cannot be changed, what can we do?"
Taoist Yang was silent for a moment and then asked:
"Since my Taoist friend is better than the devil boy, he can turn calamity into luck. By tempering his will, he can not only advance quickly through various magical powers, but also gain a glimpse of the future..."
"It's just that I will really offend this devil boy and the many gods and Buddhas behind him..."
"So what?"
Instead, Yang Prison calmed down:
"I will kill whoever comes to kill me. If I am inferior to others, who can be blamed?"
This calamity was not something he could choose. It was already doomed when the devil boy came to his door.
Unless he kills his soul and surrenders his body and practice, he will be offended after all.
In fact, unless he stops practicing and is promoted from now on, he will one day encounter a 'Tao ghost'.
It's not a demon boy, it could be someone else...
"well……"
Seeing Yang Yu's calm expression, Taoist Yang sighed for no reason. He really had nothing to say.
Because, if what he expected was true and his true form was still alive in the world, what would be the difference between himself and the demon boy?
"If you want to completely survive this calamity, you must destroy its soul. Otherwise, once it escapes from suppression, it will still return to the Beidou Dao Fruit and take your body again..."
Taoist Yang calmed down:
"As for how to destroy his soul, as I said last time, if fate and luck cannot overcome him, then only the power of incense can be used!"
"Thank you, real person, for the tip."
Yang Yu nodded, this was one of the reasons why he returned to Mishan this time.
"Master Yang, I have one more question here. I wonder if you have ever heard of 'opening the way'?"
"Creating a way?"
Taoist Yang was slightly startled:
"This seems to be a saying from ancient times. It is said that at the turn of two calamities, when the great road is about to be born, if you can use the fruit of the road as a guide to open up the way forward, you can improve your own innate abilities..."
"that is it?"
Yang Yu was a little disappointed, he could see that Taoist Yang didn't hide anything, he seemed to be completely ignorant.
"Otherwise? Is it a dead end to open another path? Even if it is feasible, what can we do?"
Taoist Yang asked back:
"The fruit of the Great Dao is the Fruit of the Dao. This is the true path to eternal life that directly leads to the Great Dao. It is the accumulation of the hard work of hundreds of millions of gods and demons throughout the eons to this day.
Even if there is a new path, how can it be compared with it? Innate feet and feet are of course important, but being distracted by other things is a taboo in practice!"
"maybe."
He partially agreed with what Taoist Yang said, but not completely.
The path of immortals and Buddhas has gone through many calamities and been expanded by gods and demons as numerous as the sands of Hengsha. It has become an extremely prosperous path.
But he knew better that if there was no immortal martial arts, he would have died outside Yuelong City before.
"perhaps?"
Taoist Yang looked sideways.
"The path of Immortals and Buddhas has become extremely prosperous. Just like that devil boy, he has walked along this path for an unknown distance. His talent, origin, nature, and years of cultivation are all superior to mine..."
Along the way, Yang Yu thought a lot, and he still vividly remembered the scene when the devil boy waved and the Dao Fruit arrived.
"If we don't find another way, how can we compete with them?"
"Competing with them?"
Taoist Yang was slightly startled.
Yang Yu has bowed his head and exited here, ending the refining.
In the dim sea of mind, he walked a few steps, but still waved to summon the 'wood-burning magic lamp' that had been in his possession for a long time but had not been used.
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Well, let’s continue typing. There’s still one more chapter. Let’s go to bed first and read it tomorrow.