Chapter 415

A terrifying aura shot up from beneath Spirit Mountain.

All the demon kings couldn't help but stop and look back; they felt this terrifying pressure, a pressure they had only felt on the bodies of former immortals and buddhas.

"This aura…"

As the Green Ox Spirit, the one who had existed the longest among all monsters, he seemed to recall something, but too much time had passed, and he could not remember what this familiar aura was.

Cheep!

A clear, bright voice rang out.

The Green Ox Spirit's face changed dramatically; he finally realized what this voice signified.

He grabbed Golden Horn and Silver Horn and tried to run.

But the demon kings' possessions were still in the Green Ox Spirit's hands; how could they let him leave?

But other demon kings didn't care about these, ox

The Green Ox Spirit threw away everything he had collected earlier, but he alone kept the human bag, infuriating Huang Mei, who roared in anger repeatedly.

"Return my human bag!" Huang Mei the Ancestor shouted.

How could the Green Ox Spirit possibly return the human bag to Huang Mei? Giving it to him would still bring disaster, and he didn't want to give it.

If it were only Huang Mei, the Green Ox Spirit wouldn't care, but the problem is that none of the other demon kings are willing to let him go; not one of them has confidence facing the Green Ox Spirit.

Especially their treasured magical artifacts, which they were proud of, were like scrap copper and rotten iron before the Green Ox Spirit.

The Green Ox Spirit, whose retreat was blocked by the demon kings joining forces, was so angry his eyes turned red.

"You bunch of idiots, if you don't run now, you're just waiting to die!"

"Banana fan!"

Although Golden Horn didn't know why the Green Ox Spirit was so anxious, he still took out the banana fan he had never used and waved it at a certain demon king.

"Banana fan!"

At the same time, the Bull Demon King also produced a banana fan from his mouth and waved the fan.

The power of the two banana fans exploded simultaneously, a howling gale sent all the demon kings flying uncontrollably in all directions; even those who revealed their thousand-zhang true forms could not escape, being blown backward directly.

The gale even reached the summit of Spirit Mountain.

"Oh no!" The gale howled, Mu Yi was greatly startled; the great mist he had cast was directly blown away by this gale.

He anchored space with the Six Paths space, thus avoiding being blown away by the gale.

After the gale subsided, there was nothing left on Spirit Mountain; the figures of Mo Fei and the others had completely vanished, and Lie Ju and his teammates were likewise swept away by the gale.

On the entire Spirit Mountain, after a moment, only Mu Yi remained.

"What was that just now?"

Mu Yi frowned, looking outward from Spirit Mountain; he didn't know where the gale came from, but after it howled past, Spirit Mountain was completely devoid of any other presence, which made his scalp tingle.

It was unknown what power protected Spirit Mountain; amidst the gale, not a single hair was harmed, which was simply shocking to hear.

The sound emanating from beneath Spirit Mountain was certainly heard by them, and they even perceived it more clearly than the demon kings outside.

"What should we do next…"

Mu Yi remained silent, but he suddenly noticed that the Tang Monk, whom he had been protecting within the barrier, stood up again, and the previous wave that nullified all power reappeared.

The Reincarnation Barrier collapsed instantly, and the Tang Monk walked step by step toward the Sutra Pavilion.

Mu Yi hesitated for a moment, then prepared to follow.

But the next moment, Mu Yi felt a sense of vigilance, before he could react.

A black shadow flashed past, the Tang Monk's head flew up, and a corpse fell at the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion.

Mu Yi stood frozen in place, on the verge of uncovering the secret, but ended up failing here at the last moment.

At this moment, Mu Yi's eyes turned blood-red.

"Believe me, not letting him go in is good for us!" The one who made the move turned out to be the Six-Eared Macaque, who had appeared at the beginning and then disappeared.

He had actually, long ago, used transformation techniques to hide himself near the Sutra Pavilion.

The Six-Eared Macaque held a staff in his hand, his face showing a sense of regret, but Mu Yi felt something was suspicious.

Everyone says the Six-Eared Macaque used his innate listening ability to steal the same abilities as Sun Wukong, but in this world Sun Wukong has not yet been born, so where did the Six-Eared Macaque learn the Seventy-Two Transformations?

He stared at the Six-Eared Macaque's ears, but could see no clue.

But no matter what, the Tang Monk died at his opponent's hands, and this cannot be easily settled.

Seeing Mu Yi draw his sword, the Six-Eared Macaque seemed somewhat resigned.

"Want to fight?" he looked at Mu Yi with a half-smile.

"Oh? Your opponent has returned, and I still have some strength left!"

A vicious wind surged forward; Mu Yi turned and struck back, but was shaken and kept retreating.

It was indeed Lie Ju; at this moment, compared to other objectives, killing Mu Yi was his top priority.

Mu Yi also cast aside the matter of the Tang Monk; regardless of the situation, the Tang Monk's soul had already been absorbed by him into the Reincarnation Barrier, and there would be remedies later.

First, kill Lie Ju this beast, then talk.

Lie Ju raised both claws, his speed instantly turning into an afterimage; so fast that Mu Yi's sword could not even be swung.

No, it's not speed; it's instantaneous movement.

At the moment Lie Ju's claws neared his body, Mu Yi instantly realized that what Lie Ju excelled at was actually the Way of Space.

If he himself had not had some insight into space, he would have been unable to notice this.

Clang!

The sword moved lightly and nimbly, blocking first and striking the claw; Lie Ju's magic power was formidable, instantly knocking the sword blade back, and Mu Yi took the opportunity to pull away.

However, Lie Ju would not let up; he instantly shifted his form again, and a pair of claws lunged at Mu Yi's vital points.

Mu Yi deployed the barrier to fend off the enemy, but Lie Ju also ruthlessly gouged out a piece of flesh from his chest.

"Hehehe, what a delicious taste!"

The beast flung the bloody flesh on its claws into its mouth, licked the blood off its claws, and a look of intoxication appeared on its face.

"You're asking for death!"

Mu Yi's face sank like water; being eaten alive in front of others, having part of his body devoured, truly induced a visceral disgust.

"Six Paths Reincarnation Formation!"

The Reincarnation Barrier fully unfolded, the Human Path army formed up, and heavy Cloud Energy pressed down on the beast.

"After all these years, you still use the same old tricks—you humans really are annoying!"

The beast's figure darted like lightning through the army, back and forth; even under suppression, ordinary soldiers could not catch its silhouette.

"Hahaha, a hearty feast!"

The beast laughed wildly, even fully transforming into its true form, opening a blood‑filled maw and madly devouring the surrounding soldiers.

But the next moment, the beast was struck as if by lightning, wailing and rolling on the ground.

It felt unbearable pain in its belly, as if someone were attacking its innards with blades.

"Looks like no one taught you not to swallow everything you see!"

Mu Yi's face showed a cold smile.

Upon seeing the beast devour the bloody flesh, he recalled its description in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Classic of Mountains and Seas: "There is a beast whose form is like a wolf, with a red head and mouse‑like eyes, its cry like a piglet; it is called the beast, and it eats humans."

"Man-eater!"

He deliberately used the Human Path army as bait, luring the beast into the trap.

All the Asuras possessed the Human Path soldiers, waiting for the beast to swallow them, then they all attacked at once.

The beast's advantage was speed, but now all those Asuras ran rampant inside its belly, leaving it nowhere to hide.

Taking advantage of the beast's inability to rise, Mu Yi activated the formation's power to the max, controlling the soul of the Heavenly Ant King he had previously captured in the Animal Realm, and poured terrifying gravity upon the beast.

"Hng!"

Feeling the threat, the beast emitted a sound like a piglet, using great magical power to shake to death all the Asuras inside it.

But it was already too late; a manifold gravity poured onto the beast, instantly rendering it unable to move an inch.

"Die!"

Mu Yi used Eternal Reincarnation to freeze the space‑time around the beast.

Then he ruthlessly detonated the Heavenly Ant King's soul, in an instant completely warping gravity at the beast's location.

In just an instant, the beast's body twisted under the distorted gravity into a pretzel‑like shape, and continued to twist further.

"Hng!"

"Hng!"

The beast let out an utterly anxious cry, its internal magical power erupting fully, shattering Mu Yi's seal in an instant.

Just before being torn apart by the gravity‑twisted into fragments, it fled the spot via spatial teleportation.

"Want to run!"

Mu Yi wore a cold smile; he had drained the Heavenly Ant King's divine soul, a complete immortal‑god soul, so today there was no reason to let the beast escape.

At this moment the beast's magical power had greatly waned, and he finally could unleash his trump card.

From the very start of deploying the barrier, he had been laying the groundwork for this moment.

He knew that a beast from the ancient era, a mountain‑sea ferocious beast of immortal‑god level, was not easy to kill.

Therefore he never expected that scheming to make the beast eat people, draining its divine soul and exploding, would be enough to slay it.

"Eternal Reincarnation!"

A desolate aura emanated from Mu Yi's body, bringing a fearful presence upon the beast, which was terrified and wanted to flee.

However, the reincarnation had already begun to turn the wheel.

The beast, terrified, discovered that its body began to shrink, its magical power began to reverse, and everything started to regress into the past.

He strained to release his remaining magical power, trying to halt this reversal, but could only slow it down, unable to stop the reincarnation from occurring.

What Mu Yi did was also simple: he simply stripped away all of the beast's cultivation.

This reincarnation is extremely terrifying; if one cannot resist and escape, they can only keep falling into it, their cultivation endlessly weakened.

And once fallen into reincarnation, the only outcome is to regress to a pre‑birth state of ignorance, or for Mu Yi to exhaust his strength and be forced to stop the reincarnation.

"No, no, no!"

The beast refused to believe any of this.

"Why, why is this like this, you lied to me!" the beast roared madly.

Mu Yi's face fell; he hadn't expected that that bastard Bai Ze would also be involved in this.

But the score with Bai Ze, he'll settle later.

Now, the most important thing is to send this bastard beast to heaven.

Without further ado, Mu Yi chopped off the beast's head with a single blow.

The beast's head rolled on the ground, revealing an unwilling expression.

It stared at Mu Yi, as if cursing or prophesying, roaring: "You will die, you will surely die, they will not let you go, they will absolutely not let you go!"

"Just stay quiet once you're dead!"

Mu Yi stepped on the beast's head, crushing it, then wearily reached out to pull out its soul and tossed it straight into the Hell Path to be incinerated.

Unfortunately, under the reincarnation, what regressed was not only the beast's flesh but also its divine soul.

In this ordeal, Mu Yi not only exhausted his reserves but also sacrificed the Heavenly Ant King's immortal‑god soul; the beast's soul he ended up with was less than half‑god strength, a total loss.

But at least, he finally won.

Calculating gains and losses is the privilege of victors; being able to do so here is already the greatest gain.

The beast died, and a sense of fatigue instantly swept over Mu Yi's whole body.

However, now is not the time to rest; Mu Yi tried to piece together Tang Seng's corpse, then stuff his soul back in, hoping to use the power of reincarnation to revive Tang Seng.

However, no matter how hard he tried, a completely unknown force always wrapped around Tang Seng's neck, preventing his revival.

Mu Yi really had a headache now; Tang Seng's inability to revive meant their operation had completely failed—by then, not only would they not get the balance, they might even have to refund the deposit.

Just when Mu Yi was at a loss, Tang Seng suddenly woke up faintly and gave him a slight bow of thanks.

"I didn't expect the patron to be able to awaken me!"

Mu Yi stared for a moment, then realized that his reincarnation ability, in the process of Tang Seng's death and rebirth, had actually revived Tang Seng's past life, Jin Chanzi.

"Fate toys with people!"

Jin Chanzi looked at his own corpse with a sigh.

"Do you know what just happened?" Mu Yi asked, puzzled.

"The Buddhist Sect has the Six Supernatural Powers; among them, Fate Knowledge, which can know the past karma of all beings and understand the reasons for present or future retribution. As a humble monk, I have mastered this method, so naturally I can tell at a glance!" Jin Chanzi smiled.

Although he was still in a spiritual state, for some reason Mu Yi could clearly feel that the other's intangible sensation at this moment was definitely the consciousness of the true self.

"What should we do next?" Mu Yi asked cautiously.

"The flesh is nothing but a foul sack; since we've already arrived in the Western Heaven, we naturally need to obtain the true scriptures!"

Jin Chanzi bowed slightly to his own corpse on the ground, then turned and walked toward the Sutra Pavilion.

Homage to Amitabha Buddha. Thus, gone thus. Om Amitabha. Victorious. Om Amitabha. Victory. Victorious. Svaha.

Was Jin Chanzi using the Rebirth Mantra to liberate Tang Seng?

This bizarre scene unfolding before him made Mu Yi feel that something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it, so he could only follow Jin Chanzi into the Sutra Pavilion.

The Buddha's light did not block Jin Chanzi, nor did it block Mu Yi.

They easily entered the Sutra Pavilion.

Strangely, the Sutra Pavilion was completely empty, not a single scripture in sight.

Even more strangely, a figure sat cross-legged in the Sutra Pavilion.

And that figure was none other than the likeness of Jin Chanzi.

"You've come!"

"I've come!"

"You shouldn't have come!"

The cross-legged Jin Chanzi opened his eyes, and the ferocity and terror in his gaze suddenly rushed over him.