Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 647 - 647 666 Appreciating Each Other

647: Chapter 666: Appreciating Each Other 647: Chapter 666: Appreciating Each Other “To be honest, Ye Xuan felt somewhat guilty toward Sun Wukong.

Although he pointed out the drawbacks of the Cutting Three Corpses technique, it fundamentally also allowed him to absorb the Quasi-Saint Power of the Evil Corpse, which enabled him to break through his own shackles.

By dispelling the Three Corpses Slashing Technique, Sun Wukong also severed his path to becoming a Saint.

If Sun Wukong wanted to become a Saint, his only option would be through acquiring merit.

Even the method of Proving Dao with Power was no longer possible for him, as he had destroyed that path himself.

“Ha ha.”

“You needn’t blame yourself, my friend,” said Sun Wukong, patting Ye Xuan on the shoulder as he spoke words of comfort, “as you yourself said, if I even lost myself, what meaning would there be in living?”

“Thank you for your understanding, Daoist friend.

If there’s ever a need for me, Ye Xuan, just send a message.

Even if the Saint descends, I will not stand idly by.” Ye Xuan, not one to fuss over things, made a staggering promise to Sun Wukong.

“Ha ha.”

Looking at Ye Xuan’s serious expression, Sun Wukong was initially startled.

His gaze upon Ye Xuan was complex, then suddenly he burst into laughter: “Very well, very well, very well!

I thought I was the only one in Heaven and Earth who did not consider the Saint worth a glance, but today, my friend, you’ve shown me that I am not alone in my arrogance.

If indeed a Saint seeks to punish us, no matter millions of miles apart, I will certainly lend you my arm.”

The two men looked at each other and laughed heartily, sharing a moment of understanding.

“Brother Ye, from this day forth, if fate allows us to meet again, let us raise our glasses together,” Sun Wukong smiled gently, as the Chaotic Divine Light rose around him, clearly signaling his intention to depart.

“Where are you heading?” Ye Xuan asked softly.

“Old grievances of years past need to be settled today.

Lingshan has confined me for endless time, and I must seek justice for myself,” laughed Sun Wukong loudly.

“Ha ha.”

Ye Xuan laughed heartily, “Your business is mine.

Why don’t we shatter this Lingshan together?”

“Good!”

Sun Wukong’s eyes sparkled, he held his Iron Rod aloft and rose into the sky.

Ye Xuan, carrying the sleeping young girl, stepped out beside Sun Wukong shoulder to shoulder.

On that day, The Thunderclap Monastery in Lingshan faced an unimaginable catastrophe.

Half of Lingshan collapsed, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas mourned, the timeless Thunderclap Monastery turned into dust, Duobao Tathagata was beaten black and blue, and a great amount of Buddhist snow scattered over Changtian.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Chaotic Divine Light stretched across thousands of miles, the boundless Heaven and Earth turned into a silent void, crisscrossing scars marred the entire ground of Lingshan, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas wailed aloud, and some disregarded the dignity of Buddhism unashamedly fleeing from Lingshan.

…

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Under the Bodhi Tree.

Two figures sat cross-legged under the tree, a chessboard placed between them with black and white stones arrayed.

They were leisurely playing chess, seemingly oblivious to the great calamity that had befallen Lingshan.

“Brother, the Western Sect is our creation; letting those two wreak such havoc really tarnishes our reputation,” Zhunti, the Daoist calmly spoke.

“Little brother, be patient.

That monkey had been trapped by our schemes in Lingshan for an endless time.

Now that he has cut off his path to becoming a Saint and his heart is filled with rage and resentment, we should let him vent his feelings,” Jieyin, the Daoist responded with a light smile.

“Brother, you are right, but what I’m truly worried about is Ye Xuan.

I’m afraid that he…!” Zhunti frowned slightly, his words trailing off.

“Ye Xuan acts recklessly, but he wouldn’t dare to annihilate the Daoist lineage of Lingshan, especially with you and I standing guard here; he must have considerable reservations,” Jieyin Daoist whispered softly.

“Hm?”

Suddenly, Jieyin Daoist frowned, his Dharma Eyes gazing toward Lingshan, only to see Ye Xuan gathering the Slaughter Technique in his palm.

With a slap, countless Buddha Bodhisattvas perished between Heaven and Earth.

“This young man, he dares to…?”

Jieyin’s expression turned extremely awkward in an instant; he had just said that Ye Xuan, because of his reservations, would not destroy the Daoist lineage of Lingshan, but now he saw Ye Xuan ruthlessly strike, evidently intent on annihilating his Western Sect in one fell swoop.

“Brother, I told you this man is beyond our control.

It seems I must make a move,” Zhunti said, frowning.

As Zhunti flipped his palm, the Seven Treasures Magical Tree tore through the sky outside the Thirty-Three Heavens and manifested directly above Lingshan, enveloping the entire mountain in a terrifyingly immense saintly might.

…

Lingshan, The Thunderclap Monastery.

The Seven Treasures Magical Tree spanned the space between Heaven and Earth.

Ye Xuan stood shoulder to shoulder with Sun Wukong.

When the two saw the Seven Treasures Magical Tree cover Lingshan, they knew that a Saint had intervened.

If they continued their slaughter, they would surely provoke the Western Two Saints.

“Brother Ye, the Western Two Saints have already made their move.

It is time for us to leave,” Sun Wukong’s eyes harsh, as if peering through the Heavenly Vault at something beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

“Don’t worry, big brother.

The day I attain Sainthood will be the day Lingshan falls,” Ye Xuan calmly declared, yet his words contained an immense terror.

“Little brother, remember what I said.

If you step into Quasi-Sainthood and can survive the Heavenly Dao Three Tribulations, then you may confront the Saints.

Otherwise, you must never recklessly provoke the six Great Saints of this world; that would bring an unimaginable calamity upon you,” Sun Wukong gravely admonished.

“Rest assured, big brother, I have my own plans,” Ye Xuan responded calmly.

“With today’s farewell, I do not know when we will meet again.

But rest easy, little brother.

Should you face hardships in the future, no matter if billions of miles separate us, I, Sun, will stand by your side, iron rod in hand,” Sun Wukong stated resolutely.

“That is precisely what I wanted to say to you, big brother,” Ye Xuan replied with a slight smile.

“Brother, why not return to the Heavenly Court with me?

We can rebuild the Ancient Heavenly Court and restore its former might,” Ye Xuan suggested as they prepared to part ways.

“I’ve grown used to being free and unrestrained, trapped in this endless time at Lingshan, no longer willing to endure any constraints.

Moreover, I still have some matters to attend to.

I appreciate your kind intentions, little brother,” Sun Wukong said, his eyes drifting, a self-mocking smile flickering across as he seemed to recall some unwelcome memory.

“Little brother, I’m off.”

Sun Wukong took a step forward; a golden cloud rose under his feet, lifting him into the air.

He waved at Ye Xuan and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the fabric of the universe.

Watching Sun Wukong leave, Ye Xuan sighed helplessly.

Although Sun Wukong hadn’t specified what he was going to do, Ye Xuan could guess what it might be—some things not even he, Ye Xuan, could assist with, matters that Sun Wukong had to resolve on his own.

Three breaths passed.

Ye Xuan carried the sleeping little girl, glancing once more at the half-destroyed Lingshan, without any attachment he soared into the sky, leaving behind only the wailing of the Buddha of the Thunderclap Monastery amidst the ruins.