Chapter 388

"Master, Wukong begs you to appear."

Long before this, Sun Wukong and the others knew that relying on just the few of them, it was impossible to stop the Saints and forcibly bring back the other Primordial Spirit in Tang An's body.

So that time in the Heavenly Court, when he, Yang Jian, and Nezha were transmitting voices to each other behind Tang An's back, they had already made up their minds to ask Bodhi Patriarch for help.

After Tang An returned to the mortal world with Nezha, they gave her sleeping bugs.

It was also that day that the three of them took Tang An to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, knelt for seven days and seven nights, begging Bodhi Patriarch for help.

Bodhi Patriarch sighed helplessly and finally gave a magic array.

The magic array could make the fates of the three of them closely connected with Tang An, this soul from another world. Thereby giving Tang An's Primordial Spirit the power to resist the devouring of Yunxiao's Primordial Spirit.

Bodhi Patriarch also promised that when the time came, he would personally come forward to set up the array to prevent the Saints from obstructing the operation of the array.

And regarding this matter, Tang An did not know. She had always thought that that day, she just had a very deep sleep.

"You two, why tease the younger generation again."

Bodhi Patriarch walked out of a burst of milky-white light and came to Tang An's bedroom.

He looked at Tang An's body, his brows slightly furrowed; it was clear that Tang An's situation was already very bad.

"Senior." Tongtian Jiaozhu and Taishang Laojun nodded as a salute.

"How is she? Can her Primordial Spirit still be preserved?"

Actually, for Tongtian, at first, perhaps he just wanted Yunxiao to return. But gradually, this little disciple's position in his heart had become as important as Yunxiao's.

Both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh; he could not choose which one to cut off.

Coming today, it was also because he knew Bodhi Patriarch was coming, so he and Taishang Laojun followed.

Bodhi Patriarch withdrew his gaze and shook his head with a heavy face.

"Her Primordial Spirit can at most be maintained for two more days. After two days, even I cannot save her."

"Master!"

Sun Wukong immediately knelt in front of Bodhi Patriarch, begging with teary eyes.

"Master, didn't you say that if we used that array, we could ensure her Primordial Spirit wouldn't disappear?"

Bodhi Patriarch shook his head with a sigh, "In the battle of Lingshan, she burned her own Primordial Spirit, which should have dissipated after the battle. Now, being able to maintain this remnant Primordial Spirit is just due to her merit and the immortal energy that hasn't fused yet."

"If the Primordial Spirit hadn't been damaged before, the array could indeed keep her. But now, even if it's tied to the fates of the three of you, it won't be able to keep her."

"Then use my Primordial Spirit to supplement it." Nezha had never bowed his head in any tribulation, nor did he ever worship heaven or earth.

But to save Tang An's life, he was willing to bend his knees again.

"Begging the Patriarch to cast the spell, using my Primordial Spirit to supplement her Primordial Spirit."

Yang Jian also stood out, "Patriarch, please speak clearly, can Master's Primordial Spirit be supplemented?"

"Yes."

"Good." Yang Jian also held the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear and knelt on one knee.

"Since it needs to be supplemented, then please, Ancestor, take Yang Jian's Primordial Spirit as well."

Sun Wukong hurriedly followed and begged Bodhi Patriarch, "And this disciple, this disciple is also willing."

The three of them saluted neatly and said in unison: "The three of us are willing to do our best to share the burden, begging the Patriarch to cast the spell."

Bodhi Patriarch nodded with a smile, clearly very satisfied with their friendship and character.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you use your Primordial Spirits to supplement hers?"

Sun Wukong scratched his cheeks and said urgently: "If the Primordial Spirit is damaged, it can be cultivated and nurtured again. Time passes quickly, it can always be supplemented."

Yang Jian also expressed: "If it only requires damaging the Primordial Spirit to get back family, how would Yang Jian have embarked on the path of the Judicial God."

Nezha only said five simple words. "Please, Patriarch, set up the array."

Bodhi Patriarch was moved by their true feelings and, with a wave of his hand, sent them to the large array that had already been set up outside the courtyard.

"Fuse essence and blood into the array."

The three of them occupied three positions in the array separately, simultaneously cutting their palms, and according to Bodhi Patriarch's guidance, fused blood into the array.

Bodhi Patriarch waved his whisk and placed Tang An's body suspended in the center of the array.

Her fingers were cut by wind blades, dripping a drop of essence blood, which fused into the magic array.

"The array is formed, you all calm your minds and meditate."

The three of them strictly followed Bodhi Patriarch's instructions, sat down to meditate one after another, and closed their eyes.

Tongtian Jiaozhu was full of struggle, but he did not take action to stop it. "Senior, if my little disciple wakes up, Yunxiao, she..."

Bodhi Patriarch smiled like a spring breeze, "That depends on Fairy Yunxiao's own choice."

Inside Tang An's consciousness sea.

The Primordial Spirits of Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha, following the array, left their bodies, entered Tang An's brow, and entered her consciousness sea.

The three of them had long been prepared to fight Yunxiao and have a tough battle.

But when the three of them saw the Primordial Spirits of Tang An and Yunxiao, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Yunxiao and Tang An were sitting on the clouds. And Yunxiao was using her Primordial Spirit power to convert and supplement Tang An's Primordial Spirit.

"Fairy Yunxiao, you are..."

Yang Jian cupped his hands and saluted, asking politely.

Yunxiao opened her eyes, separated a wisp of consciousness, and talked to them.

"In the battle of Lingshan that day, she only burned her own Primordial Spirit and did not hurt my Primordial Spirit in the slightest."

"Otherwise, just killing a Rulai wouldn't have been that much effort."

Yunxiao looked at Tang An with eyes full of appreciation for her.

"You are... using your own Primordial Spirit power to supplement Master's Primordial Spirit?" Yang Jian was very surprised, not expecting Yunxiao to voluntarily give up returning.

Yunxiao smiled, "Returning from hell, one cannot stay long."

"She is Tang An, the Great Tang Chang'an Princess, the Master of the three of you. She is the little disciple of the Master, the sworn sister of Zhenyuanzi, and the godmother of Chenxiang."

"She is that Tang An who robbed the entire Three Realms and is more of a demon king than a demon king."

"She is just herself, so dazzling, she shouldn't be crowned with my name."

This statement by Fairy Yunxiao made the three of them feel a little ashamed.

However, Yunxiao didn't mind, because the slight malice they had toward her was just an instinct to protect the people important to them, and there was no fault in that.

"You don't have to worry, after I pass all my Primordial Spirit power and Dharma power to her, my Primordial Spirit and consciousness will fall into endless years of sleep."

"So Tang An will always only be Tang An, and Yunxiao will always only be Yunxiao."

Fairy Yunxiao's avatar came to Tang An, looked at Tang An's Primordial Spirit full of cracks, reached out to touch it, full of heartache.

"It's just that the road ahead will be hard for you."

She could clearly perceive all of Tang An's experiences in this life; in this world, no one could empathize with Tang An more than she could.

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha looked at each other.

"Since we want to save Master, then count us in."

The three of them plus Yunxiao, separately from four directions, simultaneously repaired Tang An's Primordial Spirit.

Tang An's Primordial Spirit, which was originally full of cracks, was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Who is it."

Yunxiao suddenly opened her eyes and saw a pure yellow power about to pour into Tang An's Primordial Spirit.

She flashed to stop it, but that power directly penetrated her Primordial Spirit and condensed into Tang An's brow.

"This is..."

"The origin power of Huaxia's luck?"

Yunxiao looked at Tang An in surprise; who could actually mobilize the origin power of Huaxia's luck to save her?