Chapter 268: Could there be a massive trap waiting for him in this Little Garden?

"Alright, it's time you told me the coordinates of those Divine Realms you mentioned."

In the place where Pandora was, the defeated Sun Wukong looked with some surprise at Pandora and Su Nian, who was standing beside her.

"Is this the Ring of Usurpation? To think that after being defeated, I, Old Sun, would be captured by the Ring of Usurpation?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head in some confusion.

If he remembered correctly, Su Nian should be... how many times stronger than him again?

In any case, he couldn't tell; he only knew that even if the entire Earth were bundled together, it might not be a match for Su Nian.

But now you're telling him that this person who tore him apart after he had been fully strengthened by the Covenant Great Dharma is a weakling?

"Ahem, let's not worry about those details."

Su Nian coughed twice in embarrassment and said; it was mainly a habit of swapping the concepts of strength and weakness, just to make the Dark Christmas Season believe he was the weak one.

Only in this way could the Ring of Usurpation capture those dead Heretic gods and prevent them from returning to Mythology.

"Right now, the matter of the coordinates is more important."

Sun Wukong looked at Su Nian with some suspicion; his intuition told him it would be better not to delve into this right now.

Sun Wukong scratched his monkey head with a grin and said.

"Good lad, I, Old Sun, acknowledge you. As a reward for defeating me head-on, take these Divine Realm coordinates!"

A streak of golden light struck Su Nian directly between his brows, and the coordinates for many Divine Realms were handed directly to Su Nian.

Afterward, Sun Wukong's figure dissipated; since he had lost the battle, he had no intention of continuing to live, nor did he intend to remain bound by the Ring of Usurpation.

Thus, he simply handed over the spoils, ended his own life, and returned to Mythology.

Only in this way could he be considered to possess the dignity of a defeated warrior.

Seeing this scene, Su Nian did not speak, but looked ahead with deep eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through the Boundary, seeing through the Boundary beyond the Netherworld.

"To think it's the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain that I hadn't found yet?"

"It's just that these two places... are a bit thorny."

Su Nian said gloomily, rubbing his temples with a headache.

One is the Divine Realm of his own homeland, the other is the Divine Realm of Buddhism; it's a headache... a bit of a dilemma.

However, dilemma or not, Su Nian's hands did not stop, skillfully extending the tentacles of the Ring of Usurpation toward the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain.

For some reason, Su Nian suddenly felt a sense of guilt, as if he were doing something bad.

Even though he was still in the Netherworld and there was no one around, he had always been quite upright in his actions.

So where did this sense of guilt come from?

It couldn't be that he had been discovered, could it? Impossible, absolutely impossible!!

But what Su Nian didn't know was that in the Divine Realm of the Heavenly Court, the eyes of the Jade Emperor, sitting atop the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, suddenly became much more profound the moment Su Nian's tentacles reached inside.

In the Divine Realm of Spirit Mountain, the Buddha sitting on the lotus flower became much more majestic in that instant.

It was as if he had been poked by some great existence.

At this moment, the Jade Emperor and the Buddha exchanged a glance, and then the collapse of the Divine Realm of Spirit Mountain and the Divine Realm of the Heavenly Court accelerated.

In almost a few seconds, Su Nian had completely digested these two toughest bones.

"Wait..."

Su Nian's movements suddenly stiffened; he seemed to sense that something was wrong.

"Damn, something's fishy. I, his mother, didn't just flip my cart, did I?"

Su Nian raised his head, his gaze passing through the Netherworld to meet the gazes of the two big shots.

In this instant, for some reason, Su Nian saw a hint of playfulness in that middle-aged man.

The next moment, Su Nian awkwardly shifted his gaze away.

"Sorry, I didn't see anything."

I knew it; if even Shiroyasha could know of the existence of the Saint Seiya World, then other big shots wouldn't be unaware of the existence of the Godslayer World.

Is this still Little Garden? This has already reached the level of Mythology, hasn't it?

In this instant, Su Nian thought of an existence—Great Luo.

No wonder the Chinese God Group is no longer in Little Garden, and why such a large foundation would fall upon him.

At this moment, Su Nian understood everything.

It turns out they all ran off to pursue their own Dao.

Seriously, they didn't even take me along.

At this very moment, a trace of resentment appeared in Su Nian's heart.

However, Su Nian also felt much more at ease; the fact that these two big shots didn't crush him immediately and even helped him out proved one thing.

The things he was doing had already been tacitly approved by them, and he could be even freer in his methods of causing trouble.

Hmm, he didn't just have Shiroyasha behind him anymore.

It's just that he didn't know what the price for all this backing was.

And for some reason, Su Nian saw a hint of schadenfreude in the Buddha's eyes.

It was as if a project that had been abandoned had finally been taken over by a reckless newcomer.

It seemed he was that reckless newcomer.

Could it be that there is a massive trap in this Little Garden waiting for him to jump into it voluntarily?

For a moment, Su Nian's expression was somewhat subtle.

It was clearly a good thing, but for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to be happy.

His mood, which had been quite good, was now filled with gloom.

"Sigh."

Su Nian let out a deep sigh.

Just then, an inexplicable gaze suddenly pierced through the Netherworld and landed on Su Nian.

This could not help but make Su Nian frown, and he said coldly.

"Heh, I haven't come looking for you yet, and you've already come looking for me yourself?"

After Su Nian said these words faintly, his figure flickered and he vanished from the spot.

——

In the Netherworld, inside a Japanese-style cottage.

Inside the wooden house, three figures were sitting around a hearth.

The elderly Duke Susanoo, with a bushy beard and a sturdy, robust build.

The God Ancestor Sita, wearing a twelve-layered kimono, gorgeous and graceful.

The black-robed Mage, who had transcended the human boundary of life and death, thin as a skeleton.

The three people behind the scenes of the Japan History Compilation Committee were rarely gathered together, sitting around the hearth.

They were waiting for the result of the battle between Sun Wukong and Su Nian; in their view, there could only be one final outcome, which was that the fake Last King, Su Nian, would be killed by Sun Wukong.

Duke Susanoo calmly held a wine cup and said indifferently.

"The time is about right; I fear the battle over there is finished. Let us pull some historical records from the Netherworld to take a look. If possible, I would hope the Divine Lord could bury that fake Last King."

"When you two are checking, remember not to trace the current scene; look for previous ones to avoid being discovered."

The Netherworld is a spiritual world that records all information from the past, so one can use magic to mobilize the world's records of the past while here.

Therefore, the means of investigating intelligence by tracing the past using this characteristic were naturally endless.

And Susanoo and the others intended to use such a trick to view the intelligence of the clash between Su Nian and Sun Wukong.

When the Duke made the request, the black-robed Mage reached out and drew a circle in the void.

Immediately after, an image emerged from the circle, revealing the figure of Su Nian holding a sword.

A voice came out.

"Heh, I haven't come looking for you all yet, and you've already delivered yourselves to my doorstep?"

"Monk, didn't I say not to trace the current history? How were we still discovered?"

Susanoo frowned at the Su Nian in the image.

"It seems we must change our base again."

Susanoo helplessly poured himself a cup of wine, though he was not particularly anxious about being discovered.

They had been able to manipulate Japan from behind the scenes for a millennium, so they still had some ability.

At the very least, when it came to fleeing and understanding the Netherworld, apart from those fairies, there was no one stronger than them.

As a spiritual world, the Netherworld is layered and complex; even for a Divine Spirit, it would take a great deal of effort to track someone within the Netherworld.

And there is a high probability they would not be able to track them anyway.

Let alone them.

Suddenly, Sita looked with some terror at the circle drawn by the Mage Monk; that circle seemed not to have disappeared.

Su Nian seemed to be using their technique to observe them in reverse.

"Princess Sita, what is wrong? Is there a problem with this technique?"

Sita opened her mouth, seeming somewhat at a loss.

"He... he seems to be looking at us?"

"How is that possible? Didn't I already close the technique?"

The black-robed Mage Monk said with some shock.

"No, at this time shouldn't he have already been beaten to death by Sun Wukong? This shouldn't be? The Covenant Great Dharma couldn't have failed to take effect?"

And just as the Monk was shocked, a calm male voice came over.

"Covenant Great Dharma? Is this what you are talking about?"

As Su Nian spoke, a golden figure behind him was providing him with power with a bewildered expression.

Although this enhancement was better than nothing.

"This is the Covenant Great Dharma?"

Susanoo looked at Su Nian, who had used the Covenant Great Dharma; his expression was somewhat sour and somewhat puzzled.

Why? On what basis? An Outer Realm Demon can use the Covenant Great Dharma, but why can't he?

"That's right, the protection of the gods; I just plucked it from Sun Wukong."

Su Nian said calmly; after all, the so-called Covenant Great Dharma is nothing more than obtaining the protection of the gods, support from Mythology.

How can Sun Wukong receive support from Mythology, and he, King Arthur, cannot?

Not to mention, just a moment ago, because of the devoted contributions of two certain individuals, Su Nian's progress in usurping Mythology directly increased by over seventy percent.

In a sense, this could also be considered genuine support (forced seizure) and the protection of the gods (coerced).

As for the guy behind him with the twisted face, that is the Goddess of Fate, the goddess who bestowed the fate of the Last King upon Rama, the representative of the Historical Correction Force.

If he wants to usurp the remaining Mythology, he cannot do without the devoted contribution of this goddess.

However, it is a pity that as the representative of the Historical Correction Force, even if Su Nian can forcibly manifest her phantom, it is a bit difficult to catch her.

"However, why are you all sitting there motionless? Have you forgotten how to run away?"

Su Nian looked at the three people still sitting blankly in their original spots and revealed a wicked smile.

(End of this chapter)