Chapter 637: The Treacherous Way of Salvation, Sun Wukong's Request (2/7, please subscribe)

Lingshan collapsed!

The Heavenly Court collapsed!

The scene of Jin Chanzi battling Guanyin was reflected before his eyes.

Sun Wukong watched with great interest.

After recovering his memories, he naturally held no goodwill toward Lingshan, and of course none toward the Heavenly Court either.

These people had schemed endlessly over his identity as the Pillar-Shaking Divine Stone—how could he not bear a grudge?

Just then, the Buddhas of Lingshan descended upon the battlefield.

The Tathagata, once so solemn and sacred in his precious aspect, now wore an expression uglier than ever before.

Eons of scheming, reduced to nothing in a single morning.

Coupled with the collapse of Lingshan, this was simply an unprecedented blow to him.

"Jin Chanzi, you wretched beast—how dare you deceive me like this?!" the Tathagata demanded coldly.

Hiss!

Jin Chanzi's sharp mouthparts pierced through Guanyin's shoulder; in the blink of an eye, they stabbed back and forth, shredding her arms to pulp.

The Bodhisattva's Golden Body, indestructible through hundreds of millions of kalpas, was utterly useless before Jin Chanzi.

The Six-Winged Golden Cicada—a freak of heaven and earth.

The attack power of those mouthparts was simply too great.

Even the Tathagata, who had cultivated a Golden Body, did not dare lightly let Jin Chanzi get close.

Seeing Guanyin gravely wounded, the Tathagata stirred a thought, and heaven and earth instantly split apart; when Jin Chanzi lunged at Guanyin, he slammed into a wall of void.

Jin Chanzi rammed it three times, and the void began to crack.

Yet he suddenly stopped, transforming into a middle-aged man with disheveled black hair and a wild, arrogant air. He stared at the Tathagata and laughed coldly: "Old man Tathagata, you schemed to cross me eons ago. Today's tribulation is nothing more than the karmic retribution for what you did eons ago."

"Well then, are you satisfied with my, Jin Chanzi's, methods?"

The Daluo Heaven.

Sun Wukong looked at the brazen Jin Chanzi on the screen, greatly astonished.

"I never expected Master to be such a person, with such an arrogant side too."

Zhang Taixuan said calmly: "The Six-Winged Golden Cicada is the fiercest among strange insects; its temperament is far more violent than yours, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. You must not underestimate him."

"The Six-Winged Golden Cicada, eh." Sun Wukong realized.

When he was learning his arts, he had also read records of the Six-Winged Golden Cicada.

The texts said the Six-Winged Golden Cicada was a primeval strange insect, ferocious and terrifying; its mouthparts specifically countered the body-tempering arts of Immortals and Fomen, and it also had formidable defenses—magic treasures and flying swords could hardly wound it—a strange insect that ran rampant across the Three Realms.

However, ever since the Tathagata subdued Jin Chanzi, not a single strange insect had appeared in the world again.

Sun Wukong recounted this matter and asked: "May I dare ask the Realm Lord, why has no strange insect appeared after Jin Chanzi? Has the Jin Chan clan been wiped out?"

"To say it's been wiped out isn't quite right," Zhang Taixuan counted on his fingers to divine. "To say it hasn't been wiped out is actually not far off either."