Chapter 322: Styx: Xuanzang, are you teaching me how to do things?

"Xuan Ge, save me!"

As the Killing Dao Sword Intent of the Yuantu Abin was about to tear Anlan to pieces, Anlan finally shouted that person's name!

Having lived for a million years, Anlan had never been so close to death before.

It was too terrifying!

This Minghe Laozu was simply a monster; he was impossible to resist.

With all his combat power, he could barely withstand even a single move.

Anlan felt that even if he encountered a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, he could trade a few blows and not be killed instantly.

But facing this Minghe Laozu, there was truly not a single chance of survival.

Yuantu Abin, killing without incurring Karma, killing the heavens, killing the earth, killing all living beings.

Even a Saint would be three parts wary, let alone an Immortal King like him.

A monstrous River of Blood, staining the firmament with blood!

Countless gods and demons roared, stretching out their arms as if to drag Anlan into an unfathomable abyss.

Anlan was utterly desperate; his Immortal King divine armor was shattered, his Emperor Weapon snapped, and he vomited blood in great mouthfuls, yet he still could not stop the killing sword from slicing him to pieces!

At the final second, just as the Yuantu Abin was about to crush Anlan's Primordial Spirit!

A golden light broke through the mist of the River of Blood, and a single Iron Fist shook the River of Blood back by half a foot!

That Yuantu Abin sword was sent flying back!

In the firmament, Xuanzang stood in front of Anlan, his expression stern.

At that moment, Anlan lifted his head slightly; the Xuanzang bathed in sacred light gave him such a sense of security.

"Xuan Ge," Anlan said uncontrollably.

But his expression changed drastically immediately, because Xuanzang's palm was dripping blood.

The Yuantu Abin was a supreme treasure of slaughter with boundless killing intent, capable of cutting down even Saints; how could Xuanzang's pair of Iron Fists withstand it? Naturally, the Skin was broken.

"Daluo?"

"No, Half-step Daluo? How could such a figure appear in this world?"

A trace of surprise appeared on Minghe Laozu's handsome face; the Yuantu Abin hovered in mid-air, yet it was like a blade at everyone's throat, and no one dared to move a fraction.

Following this, Minghe looked toward Xuanzang, but upon seeing Xuanzang's true face, a flash of shock vanished in an instant, and he said:

"Why are you here?"

"No, that shouldn't be?"

Minghe suddenly muttered to himself, his blood-stained hands forming a few hand seals, seemingly performing a divination, as if he had understood something.

"This seat hates people from Buddhism the most," Minghe said suddenly.

Xuanzang's expression was very serious; what should he do now?

He definitely couldn't win a fight, but this matter had to be resolved.

"Fellow Daoist, give me some face; let's end this matter," Xuanzang said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Minghe's expression turned gloomy and uncertain, and he said:

"Fellow Daoist, hahaha. That's true; if it were anyone else, this seat would certainly not give any face."

"If it is you, this seat will give it, considering it as repaying the Karma of the past."

"What do you mean?" Xuanzang asked immediately, sensing that there was more to Minghe's words.

"What do I mean? You will naturally understand in the future," Minghe said.

"Why in the future? Why not now?" Xuanzang said.

"What, are you teaching me, the Old Ancestor, how to do things?" Minghe's expression sank, and he stared at Xuanzang with a sinister gaze.

Xuanzang felt his scalp tingle from being watched, and then said:

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. As long as you are happy!"

"But I have a question: was this world created by you, Old Ancestor?"

"It was indeed created by me at will; there are millions of worlds like this in the River of Blood, countless in number," Minghe Laozu said.

"Then the Saints inside? Why create such a world?" Xuanzang continued to ask.

Minghe was not impatient, saying:

"These worlds all operate on their own according to the Heavenly Dao and certain trajectories I set; as for the Saints and such, they are all fake. I just wanted to see the different trajectories of the same kind of living beings."

Xuanzang was silent, his face thoughtful. His intuition told him that things were not that simple.

Minghe Laozu stared at Xuanzang, the emotions contained in that gaze being many and complex.

In any case, Xuanzang felt uncomfortable being stared at!

Since Minghe Laozu was unwilling to speak of the Karma involved, he would not ask.

Knowing too much was just asking for trouble.

"Old Ancestor, since the Heavenly Dao is set by you, can it be changed a little?" Xuanzang asked.

"Xuanzang, you have quite a few demands. I just let your person go, which already repaid the Karma. Now you want to modify the Heavenly Dao? That is a different price," Minghe Laozu said.

"..." Xuanzang.

"As long as you agree to one condition of mine, let alone changing the Heavenly Dao of this world, I could even give this world to you and let you become the Heavenly Dao here," Minghe said.

"What condition? I won't do anything that goes against my bottom line or conscience," Xuanzang said.

"Have you done few things without a bottom line?" Minghe muttered subconsciously.

"?" Xuanzang.

"Just tell me if you agree or not," Minghe said directly.

"Fine, tell me the condition now," Xuanzang nodded.

"I, the Old Ancestor, haven't decided yet. Besides, what can you do for me right now? You'll know when you encounter my true form in the future."

Styx said, and with a wave of his great hand, a mighty power invisibly altered the heavenly destiny, and Nezha's fate was changed as a result.

"I, the Old Ancestor, likely won't come to this world again. It can be considered beyond my control; let it develop and change as it will."

Styx smiled wickedly, his figure gradually vanishing into space-time, leaving no trace to be found.

As for Renjian, which had been devastated by the battle of the Saints, it recovered to its original state in an instant, and even the dead were resurrected.

The red mist filling the sky vanished, and with the departure of Styx, not a shred of killing intent remained.

Three pillars of light appeared once more; they were the original Sanqing Saints.

"Greetings, Senior."

Yuanshi Tianzun, Taishang, and Tongtian Jiaozhu bowed together toward Xuanzang.

"? No need for formalities, no need for formalities, you are too polite," Xuanzang said.

Clearly, this was also one of Styx's methods; the Sanqing of this world were created by Styx, and because the heavenly destiny had been altered for Xuanzang, Xuanzang's status naturally stood above the Sanqing.

Only then did the Sanqing straighten their backs; they were not without consciousness and possessed their own independent thoughts.

"The matter of Nezha has come to an end; continue with the Investiture of the Gods, and do not concern yourselves with me," Xuanzang said.

"Many thanks for your understanding, Senior," Yuanshi said.

"Alright, you may return," Xuanzang waved his hand.

Hearing this, the Sanqing returned to Kunlun Mountain.

And at this moment, everything had come to an end.

Anlan took a deep breath, then lay back on the clouds, looking quite like someone who had survived a disaster.

Li Jing and his wife hurried over and knelt down in haste:

"Many thanks to the Holy Monk for your intervention; Li Jing will never forget this kindness as long as he lives."

"Holy Monk, please accept my bow," Lady Li said, weeping with joy.

Xuanzang raised his hand, and an invisible force of magic lifted the two of them, saying:

"No need for such courtesy."

"It is Nezha's good fortune to be able to know a high-level True Person such as yourself," Lady Li said.

"Thank you, Brother Xuanzang," Nezha bowed to Xuanzang earnestly again and again.

"You are welcome. The heavenly destiny has been changed; Nezha, you need not worry from now on," Xuanzang said.

"But then again, Xuanzang, you promised Styx a condition. I see this Styx is handsome and wicked, overflowing with yang energy, and looks unlike an ordinary person; he wouldn't happen to be coveting your..." Wang Wu said, never failing to shock with her words.

"That shouldn't be the case, Sword Immortal Wang, don't talk nonsense," Ye Fan said.

"Heh, if such an existence truly had improper thoughts toward Xuanzang, Xuanzang wouldn't be able to stop him anyway," Morgana laughed.

Anlan also stood up from the clouds, his divine armor tattered and torn, and said earnestly:

"Xuan Ge, you're a true friend! From now on, you are my own brother."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost."

Hearing this, Xuanzang irritably slapped Anlan, sending him flying.

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