Chapter 505: The Sachet... Is Broken?

The Origin Demon did not make a move, but instead stared fixedly at Tang An, like a male lion eyeing its prey.

Could it be that after all his long-laid plans and exhaustive schemes for this journey, he was to gain nothing, and even lose a Twelve Heavens-Splitting Great Array?

He was unwilling; he was one hundred percent unwilling.

Yet if he were to strike, with those Saints behind Tang An, he would likewise be unable to succeed.

Furthermore, they had won this battle and were currently at the height of their morale, making them even harder to deal with.

Just as the Origin Demon was pondering how to kill Tang An, the Hunyuan Golden Dipper returned.

"Origin Demon, is this the person you said would backstab this deity once more?"

"She has already arrived, but it seems she did not grant the Origin Demon his wish."

"Origin Demon, are you not leaving yet? Do you wish to stay for breakfast?"

The Origin Demon should have been enraged, but upon seeing Guanyin on the Wind-Fire Cattail Mat, a trace of a smile suddenly appeared.

Because on the Wind-Fire Cattail Mat lay Guanyin, who had lost her lower body, her dharma vessel stained with blood, on the verge of death, her Primordial Spirit burned to nothing.

Tang An froze on the spot, "Ho... how could it be like this?"

She had clearly sensed the auras of Guanyin and Diting and had brought them back in time; how could it be like this?

With no time to think too much, Tang An hurriedly fed a leaf from the Ginseng Fruit Tree to Guanyin.

Yet having experienced life and death several times, Tang An had long known that the leaves of the Ginseng Fruit Tree could only help Guanyin regenerate her physical body and repair external wounds, but could not reverse or repair a Primordial Spirit.

"Guanyin." Tang An rushed toward Guanyin.

Guanyin's complexion was sallow, her lips cracked, and the dharma robes on her body had become blood-stained robes; it was impossible to tell where the blood was flowing from.

"I... I do not owe..."

She used her last ounce of strength to extract the souls of Tang An's closest kin from her Consciousness Sea.

And precisely because of this, she convulsed and vomited even more blood.

Tang An caught the souls of her parents, the guilt in her heart overflowing.

"I will find a way to save you, hold on."

Guanyin, however, shook her head; she was already beyond saving, and had only been holding on by a single breath due to a single conviction.

"Between you and me, the grudges and Causality, are, are all cleared."

"Stop talking, I am taking you to Wahuang Palace."

"This seat... no longer, no longer owes you..."

"Owes nothing, what do you mean you owe nothing? You live properly for me, I said I would save you!" Tang An scolded Guanyin angrily; she had never imagined she would feel such immense guilt toward Guanyin.

And the Guanyin Bodhisattva she had bullied the most in the past had actually died to save her closest kin.

Tang An picked up Guanyin, determined to take her to Wahuang Palace to seek help.

But when Tang An looked at Guanyin again, a satisfied smile played on her lips, and there was no longer any sign of life.

Guanyin's corpse, along with her burned-out Primordial Spirit, turned into tiny specks of light.

This scene was exactly like the moment Pilanpo's soul scattered before her.

"Who told you to die? Did this deity tell you to die!"

The same image of a soul scattering left Tang An so stimulated that she nearly lost her sanity.

She wanted to condense Guanyin's physical body and retrieve a trace of Guanyin's Primordial Spirit, but found that everything was in vain; she did not possess the creation powers of Nuwa.

"Yes, Nuwa can save you, she definitely can."

Since Nuwa could save the soul-scattered Pilanpo, she must be able to save Guanyin as well.

"Don't think about making me feel guilty for the rest of my life; I won't feel guilty, I won't feel guilty at all."

"When you come back to life, I will still trick you and bully you."

"This deity does not allow you to die, so you cannot die; even if you are dead, you must come back to life for me!"

Various memories from the past surfaced; the two had met on the Journey to the West, and their several confrontations had not been friendly.

Yet despite this, Guanyin was the person who had accompanied her on the journey west. Although those memories were not perfect, they were the only days in her life where she had lived freely and happily.

She did not want even those memories to become incomplete; she did not want Guanyin to die because of her!

"Master, Senior Uncle, Father Emperor, I leave this place to you; I will return shortly."

After saying this, Tang An left with Guanyin; she had to resurrect Guanyin, otherwise, she could not bear it in her heart, she truly could not bear it.

On the way to Wahuang Palace.

Tang An took out Guanyin's Lotus Throne and muttered to herself.

"Aren't you always the best at making choices that benefit you? Aren't you always greedy for life and afraid of death? Don't you always know how to defect in the middle of a battle!"

"You could have used my mother and grandmother's souls to threaten me, you could have surrendered to the Outer Realm Demon Race, you could have hidden in the Underworld and never come out!"

"Why did you have to do this? Huh?"

She had thought about who might die, but she had never thought Guanyin would die!

Moreover, Guanyin was someone she had personally schemed to her death, someone who died to save her closest kin even while knowing she was being used!

How was she supposed to accept this?

Guilt, intense as a surging sea, was about to drown Tang An. She felt an incomparable suffocation and was almost unable to catch her breath.

Yet at this very moment, the Origin Demon led the demon army in a standoff outside Zhenmo Pass, while his Primordial Spirit left the two-domain battlefield and chased Tang An to this place.

"Humans are truly interesting; would one actually cry for a former enemy?"

The Origin Demon was somewhat surprised; he had not expected Tang An to have such a reaction to a character like Guanyin.

"Get lost." Tang An was in no mood to pay him any mind.

"Get lost?" The Origin Demon had not expected that even without leaking a single trace of his aura, Tang An could still sense his presence here.

"You had best not stop me, otherwise I don't know what I might do." Tang An was focused solely on resurrecting Guanyin; she was afraid that if she delayed, the person would not be saved.

The Primordial Demon's expression was gloomy, yet he did not stop Tang An again.

Only as Tang An was leaving, a rhombus-shaped, thin-blade-like Magic Tool appeared in his hand.

Within the Magic Tool, besides surging black, dark Qi, ancient runes flickered in and out of existence.

"Since you are so sorrowful, then go and have your soul scattered along with her."

The Primordial Demon formed seals with both hands, urging the Innate Demon Artifact, "Go!"

He wanted to kill Tang An; right now was the best opportunity.

No Saint could provide timely support, and she herself was in a trance, making it difficult to discover and dodge this strike in time.

Sure enough.

By the time Tang An sensed the Primordial Demon's sneak attack, the Innate Demon Artifact had already reached before her.

"Hunyuan Golden Dipper!"

The Magic Tool's speed was too fast; before the Hunyuan Golden Dipper could form a defense, it had already arrived before her and headed straight for her heart meridian.

It was precisely at that critical moment that the cord of the sachet tied to Tang An's waist snapped for no reason.

The sachet floated up, coincidentally blocking Tang An's chest.

In a trance, Tang An seemed to see the figure of Tang Zhenzhu appear before her, looking at her with a gentle and loving expression.

Yet all of this vanished into thin air the instant the Magic Tool struck the sachet.

"No..."

The sachet was pierced by the Magic Tool before Tang An's eyes, and the layers of Barrier and defensive arrays she had previously placed upon the sachet offset most of the Magic Tool's damage for her.

So much so that when the Magic Tool struck Tang An's chest, it only knocked her flying, failing to break her Merit Golden Body.

When Tang An steadied her figure and rushed back with all her might, the heavily damaged sachet was being held in the Primordial Demon's hand.

"Give it back to me."

Tang An's emotions, due to the extreme fluctuations, resulted in an unusual calmness instead.

"You want it?" The Primordial Demon looked at the item in his hand, which was as ordinary as could be. "A mortal object, yet it can make you value it so much."

Tang An reached out her hand, enunciating each word. "I said, give it back to me."

The Primordial Demon merely chuckled, "You have caused Me to suffer such a miserable defeat in this battle; why don't you atone for your crimes with death, and I shall return it to you, how about that?"