novelraw Chapter 819 - 813: Ancestor of Space? Slash Evil Corpse
Chapter 819 - 813: Ancestor of Space? Slash Evil Corpse
Does the Buddhist Sect not even have this bit of patience?!
Jia Ren dared not waste time and quickly asked his previous thought: "Can you replicate... half a Great Dao?"
The Replica Monkey had not recovered its peak, and could not replicate a full Great Dao. Whether it could replicate half a Great Dao was crucial to him.
Jia Ren intercepted half of the Space Dao Guai from Lord Qianyu, which was intended for Yu Qiong Celestial Honor, hoping to trace the source to the corresponding Bizarre Law of Space.
Unfortunately, the Daozang Scriptures’ upper limit was at the Law level, incapable of containing the Power of the Great Dao.
The source of the Space Dao could not be preserved and would be sensed by Yu Qiong Celestial Honor, the Half-Step Dao Ancestor, bringing disaster upon himself.
The half Space Dao Guai had always remained sealed, never utilized.
Could the incomplete source of the Space Dao Guai that traced into half the Space Dao, combined with the half Space Dao replicated by the Replica Monkey, be pieced together into a complete Dao?
To contain the Space Dao Power, transforming into the Ancestor of Space.
Besides, there is another feasible method.
The incomplete Space Dao is transformed through the Gray Pearl into a replicated Dao, utilizing the Dao of Destiny to dispel the fog of destiny, allowing the Netherworld to reappear in the Immortal Realm.
The replication of the Dao Ancestor and attracting the attention of strong Immortals into the Immortal Realm is too perilous.
The first method surpasses the latter, fundamentally because of a lack of strength.
The replicated Great Dao does not compare to those skilled in mastering the Great Dao for long; the control over immortal power, Immortal Soul, and Dao is weaker than that of a true Dao Ancestor.
What’s more, hurriedly cobbled-together strength cannot last.
In power confrontation between homologous Great Dao, every weakness would be magnified a thousand-fold, turning the fight into a one-sided beat down over the slightest gap.
Moreover, he would be facing at least three Buddha Ancestors simultaneously.
Comparatively, the Space Dao is not within the control of the Buddhist Sect; without comparing with them, the escape capability of the Space Dao far surpasses that of a replicated Dao.
The only uncertainty is whether the Ancestor of Space can break through the fog of destiny and leave the Netherworld?
Of course, all of this is premised upon the Replica Monkey being effective, replicating an entire incomplete Dao; otherwise, all plans are nothing but empty talk.
"Replicating half a Great Dao is not a problem; the two incomplete Daos will unite." The Replica Monkey comprehended Jia Ren’s thoughts, eyes turning a shade deeper: "However, you cannot uphold the rank of the Ancestral Master Realm."
"The Three Corpses not only refer to cutting away Three Corpses, but represent a guideline ensuring one doesn’t get assimilated by the Power of the Great Dao. The Three Corpses form a stable triangle to maintain balance, indispensable."
"Even if granted the Power of the Great Dao forcefully, without the corresponding rank and guideline, it equates to courting death!"
As man and monkey conversed, the sound of a wooden fish knocking grew louder; it was unclear when the Samsara Buddha Ancestor might descend. Jia Ren felt a sense of agitation in his heart: "This is the only method I could think of to break the impasse."
The Replica Monkey hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "While I have not recovered my peak, I can uphold the rank of a Dao Ancestor."
"I’m not sure whether I can merge the Dao with you, but it can be tried."
Should Jia Ren encounter unexpected trouble, even he would be discovered by the Samsara Buddha Ancestor. They share both glory and loss.
Until now, there is finally hope to break the impasse.
"Separate the memory!"
A glimmer of expectation flickered in Jia Ren’s eyes, as his fingertips began to peel away memories, extracting all the contents plotted with the Replica Monkey.
Uncertain if the Buddhist Sect has ways to glean his thoughts, furthermore, cutting off the Evil Corpse possessed exposure risks; he didn’t want his sole hope to shatter.
The corresponding memory was not erased, merely sealed within the Immortal Hidden Breath Realm, only to surface when he made contact with the Well of Gods and Demons.
Jia Ren, having prepared contingencies, did not hesitate and decisively fled the Immortal Hidden Breath Realm.
Drag the time too long, the Samsara Buddha Ancestor might not only break the Immortal Hidden Breath Realm but possibly even shatter the Heaven and Earth Mountain and Sea Pearl.
By then, the Replica Monkey would have nowhere to hide, entirely exposed in front of the Buddhist Sect.
"Found you!"
A cold voice rang out, and a golden Buddha hand went to grab towards the red maple leaves a hundred miles beyond the Red Maple Forest.
The Buddha hand was dark, as if encompassing heaven and earth, forming an inescapable five-fingered cage.
A black-gold figure emerged; ten thousand and eight hundred Flesh and Blood Origin Realms appeared throughout the body, vibrating ceaselessly, unifying the Unity Force into one.
Heavenly Treasured Path Celestial Force at the Daluo Golden Immortal Level flowed with it; suddenly, black, gold, and silver three-colored radiance circulated.
The three-colored radiance merged into the fist, each punch seemingly layered with countless spectral images of punches.
"Punch of the Thousand Realms!"
The complete Space Law and Unity Force combined, instantaneously sending forth myriad punch shadows breaking through spatial restraints, repeatedly attacking the Buddha hand.
The golden Buddha hand’s light slightly dimmed, turning ethereal and transparent as it descended to grasp, ultimately dissolving like foam.
Jia Ren unleashed the punch with the utmost power, forcibly shattering the sky-covering Buddha hand, revealing once again the scene of the Netherworld.
Under the blow of the Punch of the Thousand Realms, the Red Maple Forest was utterly devastated, with the few drifting maple leaves serving as evidence that the Red Maple Forest had existed in the Netherworld.
"Good, good, good! Indeed a fine seedling!"
Behind the head of the Samsara Buddha Ancestor, a Divine Wheel emerged, his face bathed in golden light, manifesting out of nothing.
His eyes seemed like two clusters of golden radiance, fierce and dazzling, laughter resounding through the heavens, allowing anyone to sense the Samsara Buddha Ancestor’s joy.
"Since you accepted this monk’s Luo Tian Holy Pill, it’s time to break open the Well of Gods and Demons."
"Before that, let me grant you a boon!"
The Samsara Buddha Ancestor held an ancient and worn gray Talisman, exuding an eerie aura, and merely glancing at it unbridled evil thoughts arose.
Jia Ren did not know what this Talisman was, but guessed its effect.
To slash the Evil Corpse!
Boon?
Not falling for your old bald head’s evil trick!
This is clearly a means to balance me!
With the manifestation of the Evil Corpse, reality is developing in the direction predicted by the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns.
Jia Ren had long foreseen this, though he had extracted the relevant memories, he had other thoughts.
If the three corpses are all slashed away, it forms a stable Dao marker that would not be assimilated by the Great Dao, and by aligning with the corresponding Dao, there is hope of ascending to the Ancestral Master Realm.
Only by slashing away the Evil Corpse, though unable to stabilize, it can still prolong the time in the Dao Ancestor state.
At least three powerful Buddha Ancestors from the Buddhist Sect, with many lice, one is not afraid of itching, they do not mind having one more Evil Corpse.
"Slay the Corpse!"
The Talisman triggers, malice boils in the heart, as if a second persona is about to form in the Divine Soul.
He wants to replace it and become the true Jia Ren.
Malice churns within, as one evil thought after another emerges unrestrained, layer upon layer, twisting his thoughts and reason.
Maintaining such a state for a long time would twist a normal person’s mind, turning them into pure evil.
The Talisman disappears at some unknown moment, an undetectable sword blade slashes at Jia Ren.
Jia Ren had long anticipated this, did not dodge, allowing this bizarre force to befall him.
The invisible sword blade slashes away his own malice, like the most precise surgeon wielding a knife, every connection to malice is severed.
Consciousness becomes clear and transparent, as if entering sage mode, without desires or demands.
A force is withdrawn from within along with malice, Jia Ren’s aura slightly declines, accompanied by a surge of blood energy, his weakened state gradually recovers.
In the distance, a mass of black-golden flesh slowly condenses, exuding intense malice, it is undoubtedly his own Evil Corpse.
He recorporates his body with a small amount of flesh tainted by malice, maintaining the same position as himself.
By Strength, Prove the Dao, at the fourth level and the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm!
The only disadvantage is... the Evil Corpse has the Realm, but lacks Heavenly Treasured Path Celestial Force.
The Heavenly Treasured Path Celestial Force is unique, the one-body manifold origin Evil Corpse cannot grasp Tianbao Great Path Technique and the corresponding immortal power.
The Evil Corpse’s appearance is also attired in a blue robe, the only difference being Jia Ren’s expression is cold, without desire, while malice almost spills from the Evil Corpse’s eyes.
The newly born Evil Corpse fixates on Jia Ren, eagerly wanting to eliminate the true body and replace it, a thought that every Daluo Golden Immortal Evil Corpse cannot suppress.
The Samsara Buddha Ancestor claps his five fingers, gathering golden light.
The Evil Corpse senses a premonition of danger, thinking that the Samsara Buddha Ancestor is the true body’s arrangement to eliminate him.
His back flesh writhes, growing a pair of black-golden Peng Bird wings, wings flap, disappearing on the spot.
The Samsara Buddha Ancestor’s five-fingered gold light is deep, transforming the palm into heavens and earth.
When the fleeing Evil Corpse reappears, he falls into the five-fingered palm.
The Evil Corpse’s palm splits, a black-golden segment breaks open the palm’s flesh, continuously growing forward, soon, a black-golden spear over a yard long condenses into shape.
The palm wound instantly heals, not a single droplet of blood dribbles, showcasing astonishing body control.
The Evil Corpse grips the black-golden spear, about to strike.
At that moment, the Evil Corpse stops being vigilant, listens attentively, occasionally responding a few sounds.
He and the Samsara Buddha Ancestor are communicating about something unknown, Jia Ren cannot hear a thing.
The golden light on the face of the Samsara Buddha Ancestor surges, displaying nothing.
The Buddha palm imprisoning the Evil Corpse disappears, the Evil Corpse returns to freedom, the black-golden spear in the palm redrills back into the body.
He silently stands beside the Samsara Buddha Ancestor, eyes casting a malicious gaze, as if a vicious dog under the Samsara Buddha Ancestor’s seat.
Jia Ren did not hear the exchange between the Samsara Buddha Ancestor and the Evil Corpse, but he understands some cooperation has been reached between them.
If he obeys orders and breaks the Well of Gods and Demons, it will be fine, but once out of control, the Samsara Buddha Ancestor will certainly let the Evil Corpse replace him.
"Young friend, this poor monk has helped you ascend to Daluo Golden Immortal, and also slashed down the Evil Corpse for you, you should fulfill your promise."
The Samsara Buddha Ancestor clasps his palms together, murmuring low.
Promise?
Were it not for the Samsara Buddha Ancestor’s coercion, how would I have reached this point?
The Well of Gods and Demons is extremely perilous, only someone with a brain flaw would think of breaking the seal, releasing internal pollution and terror.
The Samsara Buddha Ancestor has never cared about Jia Ren’s attitude, regardless of his agreement, it will not alter the predetermined outcome.
The only difference is whether the process is convoluted and the amount of time spent.
The Buddhist Sect has waited countless years, just to achieve their desire, they do not mind spending a little more time.
"Do not resist!"
A formidable force descends upon the body, taking Jia Ren away.
The golden light twists momentarily, and the figures of the Samsara Buddha Ancestor, Jia Ren, and the Evil Corpse appear out of thin air in the valley southwest of Fengdu City.
The Well of Gods and Demons exists here unknown since when, it is older than anyone, as if witnessing all.
"Go forth!"
"Break the Well of Gods and Demons!"
"This is your destiny!"
The Samsara Buddha Ancestor’s voice carries enchantment, Jia Ren approaches the ancient well like a marionette.
For a moment, several pairs of eyes fall upon him.
The Samsara Buddha Ancestor, the Evil Corpse, and the Fate Buddha Ancestor who has not yet revealed themselves.