Chapter 381

A dark red spatial passage appeared in the void.

Su Chen stepped out, and the moment his feet touched the floor of the temple.

The surrounding space rippled with visible circles.

Di Jiang stood in the temple, looking slightly to the side.

As the Ancestral Wu of space and speed, his perception of space was unrivaled.

At this moment, he clearly felt that a "collapse point" of space had appeared where Su Chen stood.

This kid's physical body had reached another level.

"The seventh turn is complete?" Di Jiang asked.

"Broken and then rebuilt; I succeeded by luck." Su Chen cupped his hands and smiled slightly.

He slightly restrained the aura of his physical body, and the surrounding spatial ripples slowly calmed down.

As the two spoke, a golden light mixed with crimson flames rushed in.

Sun Wukong was charred all over, most of his originally brilliant golden fur burned black, revealing the dark-gold-glowing skin beneath.

But the arrogance and fighting spirit in his eyes were even more intense than five years ago.

His aura as a late-stage Great Luo Jinxian was incredibly solid.

Five years of being a "sandbag" and five years of life-and-death combat had allowed him to make great progress.

"Brother!"

Sun Wukong saw Su Chen at a glance, flipped a somersault to Su Chen's front, and looked him up and down.

Su Chen looked at Sun Wukong's miserable state and then at Zhu Rong, who had walked in with large strides, immediately understanding the situation of the past five years.

"Monkey Brother, you've suffered." Su Chen extended his right fist.

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing his sharp, white fangs.

He also extended his right fist and smashed it hard against Su Chen's knuckles.

"Boom!"

The two fists met.

In the pure physical collision, Sun Wukong only felt an unshakable giant force surge into his body along his arm, shaking his Qi and blood and making his arm feel numb.

He widened his eyes and shook his wrist: "Your physical body is even stronger than before; it seems you've mastered that technique!"

Zhu Rong followed Sun Wukong in and laughed out loud, his voice like a bell: "This monkey has been thoroughly ravaged by me for five years, yet he never once cried out in pain; he's a tough nut. But compared to your freakish technique, it's still a bit lacking."

Su Chen withdrew his hand and turned to look at Zhu Rong: "I must thank Ancestral Wu Zhu Rong."

Hearing that Su Chen had finished his seclusion, Hou Tu also came to the temple.

After the pleasantries, Su Chen faced Di Jiang and Hou Tu with a solemn expression.

He straightened his clothes, cupped his hands, and bowed deeply to Di Jiang and Hou Tu.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang, Ancestral Wu Hou Tu, and all Ancestral Wu. For your care over the years, Su Chen will keep your kindness in his heart."

Di Jiang looked at him without speaking.

Su Chen raised his head and looked directly at Di Jiang: "Now that my brother and I have recovered from our injuries and our cultivation has improved, we have disturbed you for too long; it is time to leave."

Sun Wukong stood to the side, putting away his playfulness, and also cupped his hands in thanks.

He also knew that they did not belong to this Mount Wuzhou after all.

The temple fell silent.

Di Jiang did not try to persuade them to stay; the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Wu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void to see the Primordial World outside the temple.

"Go then." Di Jiang sighed.

In this sigh, there was no reluctance, only a heaviness of having seen all the vicissitudes of life.

"In these five years, the outside world has changed quite a bit." Di Jiang withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Chen. "The Demon Court is practicing the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Array day and night in the Thirty-Three Heavens. The Demon Court is stationing more and more demon soldiers on the Primordial land, and six of the Ten Great Demon Saints are sitting in various parts of the Primordial land; it seems this Primordial land won't be peaceful for much longer."

Zhu Rong snorted coldly to the side, flames rolling around his body: "That group of feathered birds has been getting more and more arrogant lately. On the borders, friction between my Wu Clan's sons and the demon soldiers happens every day. Last month, a small tribe of ours without a Great Wu to guard it was slaughtered clean by the demon army."

Di Jiang raised his hand, interrupting Zhu Rong.

"Now, it is impossible for my Wu Clan and the Demon Clan to shake hands and make peace; a great war between the two clans could break out at any time." Di Jiang looked directly at Su Chen. "It is a wise move for you to leave Mount Wuzhou now and not get involved in this war."

Su Chen was silent; he knew the ending of the Wu-Demon Calamity.

Both the Wu and Demon clans would suffer heavy losses and withdraw from the stage of being the protagonists of heaven and earth.

But under the current rolling trend, the great war between the two clans was no longer something he could stop.

"Before you go, drink a bowl of farewell wine." Di Jiang turned and walked out of the temple with large strides.

Outside the Pangu Temple, on the massive square.

Bonfires were burning fiercely.

Whole Primordial exotic beasts were being roasted over the fire, grease dripping into the flames, making "sizzling" sounds, the aroma of meat filling the air.

The Twelve Ancestral Wu were all gathered.

There were no exquisite jade plates and delicacies like in the Heavenly Court, only the rough eating of meat and drinking of wine from large bowls.

Gong Gong lifted a stone vat and drank the spicy strong wine inside in one gulp.

"Exhilarating! This stuff the monkey researched is really potent; now it's the favorite thing of my Wu Clan's sons."

Su Chen picked up a bowl of strong wine and drank it down.

The fiery liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, turning into a ball of fire.

Sun Wukong was even less reserved, competing in drinking capacity with Zhu Rong.

The two drank until their faces were red, arms around each other's shoulders.

Hou Tu sat to the side, holding a cup of wine in her hand.

She watched the lively scene, but there was an unresolvable worry in her eyes.

She cultivated the Dao of Earth and possessed a heart of compassion like the earth itself; the war between the two clans would surely result in countless deaths and injuries, which worried her greatly.

Su Chen held his wine bowl, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Di Jiang's composure, Zhu Rong's violence, Gong Gong's arrogance, Hou Tu's gentleness, the silent Zhu Jiuyin...

And in the original trajectory, all the Twelve Ancestral Wu except Hou Tu would die.

The eleven Ancestral Wu and Hou Yi, who barely accepted the position of Ancestral Wu Hou Tu, would set up the Twelve Du Tian Shen Sha Array, collide with the Demon Clan's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Array, and ultimately the Demon Court would perish together.

Su Chen's fingers holding the wine bowl tightened slightly, although it was said that the great trend of heaven could not be changed.

But he, Su Chen, cultivated the Hunyuan Jin Dan and walked the path of defying heaven.

The great trend cannot be changed, but the small trend can.

He owed the Wu Clan a massive favor.

Back in the Demon Court, he warned Di Jun about the matter of the Wu-Slaughtering Sword, which could be considered as preserving a glimmer of hope for the human race.

Now, he should also do something for the Wu Clan.

If karma is not repaid, one's thoughts will not be clear.

"I must leave something behind," Su Chen said to himself in his heart.

The boisterous farewell banquet lasted until late at night.

The stars faded, and heavy black clouds shrouded the sky above Mount Wuzhou.

The wind carried a biting chill; it was the tribulation Qi spreading.

The Ancestral Wu dispersed one after another.

Sun Wukong was dead drunk and was carried back to his residence by Zhu Rong.

Only a few gradually extinguishing bonfires remained on the square, making crackling sounds.

Di Jiang stood at the edge of the Pangu Temple, overlooking the vast Primordial land.

The night wind blew against his massive body, making him appear somewhat lonely.

Su Chen put down his wine bowl and stood up.

He walked behind Di Jiang and stopped.

"Not resting yet?" Di Jiang did not turn his head.

Su Chen looked at Di Jiang's broad back and took a deep breath of the cold air filled with baleful Qi.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang." Su Chen spoke, his voice sounding exceptionally clear in the night wind. "Before leaving, Su Chen has a few presumptuous words; I don't know if I should say them or not."