Chapter 400: Hard-headed against the Heavenly Dao, the worst that can happen is we all die

Yang Jian was moved, yet he had many questions.

"Master, to resurrect my mother, why must we come to find Tongtian Patriarch?"

"Because..." Tang An scratched her temple and said with a guilty conscience, "Before the Eighty-One Tribulations ended, I once thought I was a goner. So, I transferred everything needed to resurrect Yaoji Zhanggongzhu to Master."

"If I couldn't return, I would let Master complete this task for me, bring your mother back, and fulfill your long-held wish."

Guilt and heartache appeared on Yang Jian's face; she truly had held a heart prepared for death, making proper arrangements for each of them in advance.

"When was this?"

"Just... just that time with Kou Yuanwai. Master had already calculated the Lion Camel Ridge tribulation, so he originally couldn't bear to see me. It was only later, seeing that I wouldn't let up with the Qingping Sword, that he brought me along."

Tang An did not want to be sentimental and said carelessly, "Aren't I living perfectly well right now?"

Afterward, she said to Tongtian Jiaozhu, "Master, give the items to me."

Tongtian Jiaozhu had no intention of giving the items to her. "You have shouldered so much Causality for them; as a master yourself, how could I, as your master, lose to my own Disciple?"

"It is merely a bit of Causality; I will carry it for you."

As he spoke, the group felt a blur before their eyes, and Tongtian Jiaozhu moved them into the Huashan Barrier.

Yang Chan was teaching Chenxiang to do his homework; that thick stack was clearly Tang An's handiwork.

"Brother, Little Master, and..." Yang Chan did not recognize Tongtian Jiaozhu, but she had seen a Saint before, and with her intelligence, she could naturally distinguish him.

"Yang Chan greets the senior."

Seeing Tang An, Chenxiang turned tail and wanted to run.

As a result, he turned his head and bumped right into Tang An.

Tang An picked him up. "Go, give..." For a moment, she really did not know how she should let Chenxiang address Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Chenxiang called her godmother, and since a day as a master is a lifetime as a father, would there be any problem calling him 'Old Grandfather'?

No, calling him 'Old Grandfather' would lower Tongtian Jiaozhu's seniority.

"Hiss—headache." Seniority was something that, in her hands, seemed to have already been stirred into a chaotic mess.

Seeing he could not escape, Chenxiang immediately went "plop" and knelt on the ground.

"Chenxiang pays respects to the Ancestor—"

Don't mention it, although Chenxiang was only three or four years old, his appearance, the speed of his kneeling, and his awareness of hugging a thigh were truly quite similar to Tang An.

Tongtian Jiaozhu examined Chenxiang and nodded with satisfaction. "A good seedling indeed."

Tang An came before Tongtian Jiaozhu and reached out her hand.

"What are you doing?" Tongtian Jiaozhu asked, puzzled.

"A greeting gift. Our Chenxiang has already knelt and called you Ancestor; Master, you cannot be stingy." She gave little Chenxiang a wink, and Chenxiang understood immediately, beginning to kowtow "bang, bang, bang."

This mother and son...

Tongtian Jiaozhu shook his head helplessly, and with a wave of his hand, he channeled a wisp of Saint's Power into the Longevity Lock Chenxiang was wearing.

That Longevity Lock was something Tang An had exchanged for with Merit back when she didn't know where the system came from. In reality, it was something Tongtian Jiaozhu had Taishang Laojun refine before handing it to the Hunyuan Golden Dipper to exchange with Tang An.

"This object can save you from three life-threatening dangers; you must wear it all day and never take it off."

"Thank you, Ancestor—" Chenxiang kowtowed happily, then climbed up by himself.

Yang Chan was flattered and fearful. "The child is ignorant; I beg the Saint to forgive him."

"It is no matter."

Tongtian Jiaozhu did not delay further; instead, he stepped out a Great Array from thin air beneath his feet, a Great Array that covered the entirety of Huashan.

High in the air, thunderclouds rolled; clearly, the Heavenly Dao did not permit them to break the rules and resurrect the departed Yaoji.

"Master, please proceed with the spell. It is only Heavenly Punishment; this Disciple can withstand it now."

This time, Tang An intended to face the Heavenly Punishment head-on.

But Tongtian Jiaozhu clearly had no intention of letting Tang An take action. "Since I said I would shoulder the Causality for you, why would there be any need for you to act?"

Since he had already exposed his strength, he did not care about exposing it once more.

Tongtian Jiaozhu threw out a treasure; it was precisely the treasure refined from his killing intent, the Purple Lightning Hammer.

When the Purple Lightning Hammer was thrown, the rolling thunderclouds in the sky split in two, becoming two tribulation clouds—one red and one purple.

"With the might of a Saint, opposing the vast Heavenly Might; the power is not even slightly inferior."

"Master..." Tang An was so shocked she developed a double chin, giving Tongtian Jiaozhu a fierce thumbs-up. "Awesome! Absolutely awesome."

If she had this kind of strength, she wouldn't have just slashed the tribulation clouds with one sword back then; she would have slashed the Heavenly Dao itself with one sword!

Never mind any Guardian; even if the Ancestral Demon of the Outer Realm Demon Race came, he would have to cry while stir-frying two dishes for her before he could leave.

No, that's not right—it wouldn't be stir-frying two dishes before leaving; it would be using the Ancestral Demon to stir-fry and eat him, why would he even need to leave!

In the sky, two thunder tribulations were bombarding each other. A great wind rose, thunderous rain fell suddenly, and paired with the pitch-black, oppressive cloud layer, it looked at first glance like the end of the world had arrived.

On the ground, Tongtian Jiaozhu cast his spell, opening the Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus to extract Yaoji's remnant soul.

"Bloodline of closest kin."

Yang Jian and Yang Chan simultaneously cut their palms, sending their blood into Yaoji's sleeping remnant soul.

"Regeneration Power."

Hearing this, Tang An threw out the branches and leaves of the Moon Laurel Tree, and Tongtian Jiaozhu extracted the Regeneration Power, merging it into the Bloodline Power.

In but a moment, a human shape formed of blood began to sprout blood vessels, meridians, and skin...

"Sweet Dew."

"Coming." Tang An offered up the Jade Purifying Bottle she had snatched from Guanyin, drawing out a wisp of Sweet Dew into Yaoji's body.

Yaoji's originally shattered remnant soul began to recover rapidly under the nourishment of various heavenly treasures.

At the opportune moment, Tongtian Jiaozhu cast out a Nine-Turn Golden Pill, locking her life force so it would not dissipate.

The thunderclouds in the sky grew increasingly dense, the Heavenly Dao's anger grew increasingly intense, and the power of the Heavenly Punishment grew step by step.

Seeing that it would still take some time for Yaoji to be resurrected, Tang An did not want to distract Tongtian Jiaozhu, so she flew up into mid-air.

Seeing Tang An fly off, Sun Wukong and the other two hurriedly followed.

However... Tang An was not going there to fight.

Tang An stood proudly in mid-air, one hand on her hip, the other pointing straight at the Heavenly Dao.

"Booming and rumbling all day long; if I didn't know better, I'd think you used to be a firecracker salesman."

"On our side, whenever something is the slightest bit unsatisfactory, you turn around and throw a Thunder Punishment at us. But over at Lingshan, they've colluded with the enemy, committed treason, and even invited the Outer Realm Demon Race into their home, yet you pretend not to see any of it?"

"I say, Master Ancestor, if we go by seniority, I am at least your grand-disciple, and that Yang Jian is your great-grand-disciple."

"What would it hurt to turn a blind eye? Huh? Would a piece of flesh fall off you?"

"Do you have to be so biased? Huh?"

Hongjun's figure appeared, looking at Tang An, his aura undiminished.

"Defying the Heavenly Dao is punishable by death."

"Heh." Tang An laughed in anger, "Come, come, come."

"Execute me, strike right here." Tang An bared her neck, "Strike right here today, don't worry about whether the Three Realms live or die. You are the Heavenly Dao, who do you care about living or dying anyway?"

"Anyway, I've been schemed against by you all until now, and I've been looking for a place to vent my anger."

"At worst, I'll just die today, but before I die, I can definitely trigger the Black Lotus and drag the Three Realms down to the grave with me."

"Now that Rulai is gone, who do you think can stop the Wutian Great Tribulation?"

"Are you counting on my disciple Sun Wukong? Try it; if you dare to execute me today, tomorrow he will be on the same side as Wutian Buddha."

"I want to see if you, the Heavenly Dao, are as willing to risk it all as I am. Do you dare to drag the Three Realms to the grave? Do you dare to step down from your own throne?"

After all, if the Three Realms were destroyed, how many days would he, a Heavenly Dao already struggling to hold on, have left to last?