Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 655 - 515 Ksitigarbha Achieves Saintliness, Numerous Quasi-Saints Attend the Ceremony_2

Chapter 655: Chapter 515 Ksitigarbha Achieves Saintliness, Numerous Quasi-Saints Attend the Ceremony_2

"Why, huh, if I knew why, I would have figured out a solution already, would I still need to be discussing this here with you?"

Yang Mei said in annoyance.

With that, everyone fell silent.

Hadn’t they seen even the Supreme Elder’s words hanging in the air?

Which of the other One-Step Saints dared to speak?

"Today, I’ve called you all here to ask if our Demon Clan can continue to survive in the Void."

Yang Mei looked coldly at everyone, a belly full of anger within him.

Although the high-end combat power was still there, as long as Yang Mei was with the Demon Clan, it would not fall.

But the loss of one hundred and fifty Quasi-Saints was very severe for the Demon Clan.

You have to know, the Demon Clan only had a bit more than two hundred Quasi-Saints. Losing these one hundred and fifty left only about one hundred Quasi-Saints remaining in the Demon Clan.

The most critical point is that now only about twenty from the quasi-saint pinnacle remain, an enormous difference compared to before.

You have to understand, the Demon Clan also constantly needs new Saints to emerge, and the quasi-saint pinnacle undoubtedly serves as the reserve force for the Saints.

But now, having nearly half of the quasi-saint pinnacle eradicated is a blow to the Demon Clan that is not just ordinarily large.

Plus, the death of a hundred ordinary Quasi-Saints is equivalent to the Demon Clan having lost two-thirds of its mid-level combat power.

This kind of situation wouldn’t occur in any other city within the Void, and if it did, it would be a city-destroying battle.

The crowd too understood the gravity of the situation, which was why they were sitting there quietly not saying a word, but this only made Yang Mei’s anger grow.

"All of you, go to the cities and teach the Demon Clan! If within three years you can’t produce fifty more Quasi-Saints, ten more at the quasi-saint pinnacle, and one One-Step Saint, then the Demon Clan might as well be destroyed by my own hands!"

Yang Mei directly addressed everyone in the grand hall.

This statement caused everyone to shiver and not dare say anything further; even the two-step Quasi-Saint Supreme Elder and Great Elder hurriedly left the grand hall to look for Demon Clan members with some talent to teach and guide.

If they couldn’t fulfill what Yang Mei had said within three years, he really would do as he said.

That’s why they were in such a rush.

The Demon Clan’s city became chaotic in a short period, with countless people from the Demon Clan being taken away by several Saints for focused training.

Meanwhile, in another city within the Void, life was still bustling as usual, full of the hustle and bustle of life.

In a temple newly built within that city, today in particular saw most of the city’s population gathered there.

No one knew how the only monk in the temple had found his way there, nor did anyone know who that monk really was.

It was only known that over a decade ago, after he entered the city chanting the name of Amitabha Buddha, the City Lord had specially ordered a temple to be built within the city.

To call it a temple seemed a bit off since the entire temple only enshrined a single Buddha statue, which was that of the monk himself.

But the monk’s power indeed could not be underestimated; over the years, countless local ruffians who wanted to come in and steal the merit money were all driven out by the monk.

And recently, it was said that the monk was preparing to Achieve Saintliness, which was why so many people had gathered.

Among them were not only quasi-saint pinnacle figures but also those eager to witness what the process of Achieving Saintliness was like.

"Clan Leader, isn’t this too cruel?"

Yang Aotian, the City Lord of the Yang clan’s city, was standing respectfully beside an elder,

looking toward the temple with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Cruel? How long has it been since the Yang clan produced a Saint? We both understand the principle. Now that we have an opportunity, naturally we must utilize it,"

"It’s just a few Quasi-Saints, our Yang clan can afford the loss."

The Ancestor of the Yang Clan was the elderly man who had encountered Ksitigarbha in the Void that day.

This somewhat enigmatic conversation was clear to those who understood.

It’s not that they wanted to be ruthless, but they too did not have much time left.

Under the Ancestor of the Yang Clan’s leadership, the Yang clan had almost reached its peak, and if they couldn’t break through another level, they would have to remain subservient to the Demon Clan generation after generation.

Moreover, Yang Mei was in his prime, unlike the Ancestor of the Yang Clan who was already old.

If he really made that breakthrough, the Yang clan would truly be unable to lift its head again.

Not just for the Void, but for the Yang clan’s sake, more thought was necessary.

"Elder, if he does succeed, but then turns against us afterward?"

City Lord Yang Aotian asked with some unease.

"Turn against us? Hehe, if I dare to let him loose like this, how could I possibly not have left any means of restraint?"

"If he actually kills Yang Mei, then his life will naturally come to an end as well."

"Even if he is truly loyal to my Yang clan, it won’t do!"

"Those not of our kin are sure to have different minds," the Ancestor of Yang Clan was very clear about this saying.

Really, when that day comes, to expect a Three-Step Sage to be loyal to the Yang clan, whose strongest is but a Two-Step Saint?

That would be utterly laughable.

It can be said that whether Ksitigarbha succeeds or not, in the eyes of the Ancestor of Yang Clan, he is nothing but a corpse waiting to die.

And Yang Aotian, having heard the words of the Ancestor of Yang Clan, also managed to relax somewhat.

Thinking back on the tributes that had been continuously paid to the Demon Clan over the years, and then looking in the direction of the temple, the last trace of reluctance in his eyes was replaced with ferocity.

The Ancestor of Yang Clan, who was beside him, took in Yang Aotian’s expression and nodded satisfactorily.

Yang Aotian was his chosen successor, and if Yang Aotian could only show a woman’s kindness, the Ancestor of Yang Clan would not hesitate to discard him and choose another.

It wasn’t that only the cruel were the best fit but that without even that bit of resolve, aspiring to lead the Yang clan would be nothing but a joke.

In fact, not only the City Lord Mansion within the city was paying attention to the temple, but many others were also watching the direction of the temple closely.

And as the center of the Yang clan city today, the monk inside the temple was enjoying unusual tranquility.

Just past noon, those waiting outside were becoming anxious.

Most of these people were cultivators, ranging from Heavenly Immortals to the quasi-saint pinnacle.

They thought that witnessing the temple’s monk Achieve Saintliness would be their opportunity.

But after waiting half a day without any activity, even the Immortals were feeling uneasy.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

The monk who had been in Meditative Sitting in the main hall finally opened his eyes as if to clearly see all who had come, and two beams of sharp Golden Light burst forth from his eyes.

After surveying those present, the monk nodded in satisfaction and stood up from his mat.

"Fellow Benefactors, I am Ksitigarbha. Today, I have the fortune of proving the Dao and Achieving Saintliness. Thank you all for coming to witness!"

The monk was Ksitigarbha Pusa, previously known as the Ksitigarbha King in the Three Realms.

It took him considerable effort to traverse the Void and reach the Yang Clan Ancestral Land.

But over a decade of reciting scriptures and chanting the name of Buddha finally gave him the chance to comprehend how to Achieve Saintliness.

In the Void, without the Heavenly Dao’s scrutiny, achieving saintliness seemed much simpler – if one’s Cultivation Level was sufficient and the opportunity arose, one could simply sit and Achieve Saintliness.

Unlike in the Three Realms, where one must consider the Heavenly Dao’s mood to Achieve Saintliness.

For this reason, Ksitigarbha’s current state was that of a Quasi-Saint at his fullest, just a moment away from transcending the Quasi-Saint and reaching Saintliness.

"Thank you, Master, for facilitating this!"

Hearing Ksitigarbha say so, none of those who had come to watch were tired or dared to complain about the wait.

If it were any other time, everyone would have grown impatient long ago.

But knowing that the other party was about to become a Saint and still speaking disrespectfully to him would be tantamount to seeking death.

The might of a Saint is not something these Quasi-Saints could defy.

And thinking that a moment ago, everyone had been just Quasi-Saints at their peak, but you are about to become a Saint, they couldn’t help but feel a touch of discomfort.

"We are all simply helping each other out!"

Ksitigarbha said to everyone with a smile, but there was something slightly sinister about that smile, "Since you all wish to witness my Achieving Saintliness and hope to glimpse the opportunity in it, then everyone must give something in return!"

"After all, I am not related to you all in any way. Wouldn’t it be taking great advantage of me otherwise?"

Ksitigarbha’s sudden statement stunned the onlookers.

To be invited to witness the Achieving of Saintliness, isn’t that an opportunity bestowed by the Saint himself?

What more do we need to give? Encouragement to you?

While the crowd was confused, a few quick-witted ones, or perhaps those with nothing of value, bowed to Ksitigarbha and turned around to leave.

The rest still weighed the pros and cons, uncertain whether they should really give something.

And even if they should, how much would be appropriate?

"Master, what do you desire?"

One of the Quasi-Saints bravely stepped forward to ask.

"That’s a good question, but please, those who were about to leave, stay a moment longer!"

Ksitigarbha did not respond directly but waved his hand, firmly closing the temple doors.

Every Quasi-Saint in attendance showed a look of fear.