Chapter 364: For Master, Only One Tenth of Power Remains

Withdrawing his gaze from the Ginseng Fruit Tree, Tang Luo looked at Huang Quan; the aura emanating from him and the Ginseng Fruit Tree bore some resemblance.

They also bore some resemblance to the Scripture Retriever born on the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

The Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal dissipated, and Huang Quan's head fell into Tang Luo's palm.

"Transmigrate Souls." His lips moved slightly as he cast Transmigrate Souls.

In an instant, shrill ghostly howls filled the entire space.

Invisible waves of Qi surged out in all directions, and the Ginseng Fruit Tree swayed.

Yu Kongyuan abruptly withdrew her hand and retreated several steps; just now, in that instant, she had nearly been backlashed and absorbed by the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Fei Yuan Shisan's body swelled once more, metamorphosing into a five-meter-tall giant, his body covered in black patterns, the sharp blade in his hand turning into a tiny toy.

But he had not completely lost his reason; on the contrary, he firmly remembered Yu Kongyuan's command and continued his fierce assault on Tian Hejin.

Even with an undying body, Tian Hejin's situation was critical.

Yu Kongyuan took a deep breath, heedless of everything, and continued absorbing the Ginseng Fruit Tree's power; she herself did not notice that her eyes had already turned a bloody red.

"... So it has become this appearance, ah." In the sky, Tang Luo looked at the divine soul before him and spoke softly.

The divine soul before him was a conglomerate of numerous souls, constantly shifting shape — one moment humanoid, the next bestial.

Most of the time, it resembled a great river flowing without cease, only the river surged not with water but with endless wronged souls, precisely like a Yellow Spring.

River of the Dead.

Exuding a towering ferocious aura, manic and brutal, yet within it a divine soul suddenly awakened, instantly seizing dominance.

The appearance of that divine soul was precisely Sha Wujing.

Tang Luo released his grip and stepped back; this ever-changing "Yellow Spring" formed from the conglomeration of numerous souls flashed and vanished from sight.

Tang Luo did not pursue, floating in midair, waiting for something.

A moment later, that tall tower began to tremble; a gigantic hand pierced through the tower's wall, the hand clenched into a fist, and a "Du Shi Zhen Jing" could be seen pinched within it.

As the hand closed, this "Du Shi Zhen Jing" was not crushed but slowly fused into it.

The next second, the entire tower collapsed with a boom, turning into a pile of ruins, revealing the incomparably tall giant inside.

An emaciated, iron-blue body, crimson hair leaping like flames, a simple black robe covering the lower half, the upper body bare.

Upon the sunken chest hung "Buddha Beads" composed of skulls.

Eyes wide like copper bells, two crimson beams shot from his eyes like searchlights.

Where the beams passed, nearby, the air was distorted.

One could even hear the shrill dying wails of countless living beings.

"Third Senior Brother?" Ao Yulie floated in midair and spoke.

Sha Wujing's massive body slowly turned its head.

Ao Yulie felt a warning sign; his body shot upward, and the crimson gaze swept across where he had just stood, accompanied by a bizarre corrosion sound.

"Still not awake?" Ao Yulie thought to himself, distancing himself from the Sha Wujing before him.

Sha Wujing's massive body kept moving, his head turning, looking around, as if confirming his surroundings.

When the crimson "gaze" fell upon Tang Luo, it froze instantly.

After gazing for a moment, his hands suddenly clutched his head, and he let out an incomparably pained roar.

His mouth opened, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth; visible ripples spread out, whipping up a gale.

Large amounts of rubble, flesh, and white bones danced wildly in the wind.

The entire mountain shook and crumbled.

The buildings erected atop had completely collapsed and been damaged; only the Ginseng Fruit Tree remained firmly rooted on the corpse mountain, utterly motionless save for the "rustling" sound of its leaves.

Sha Wujing's massive body began to slowly shrink, shrink, finally shrinking to a height of five meters; he half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily.

Tang Luo walked before him, looked up, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Sha Wujing slowly lowered his hands, looked down at Tang Luo, and said, "Master..."

"All of it?" Tang Luo asked.

"Mm." Sha Wujing nodded, stood up again, and said with a smile, "All of it."

The words barely fell when he suddenly threw a fist at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo stepped back, dodging Sha Wujing's fist.

That fist did not connect, yet a large pit still appeared on the "ground," countless fragments of flesh and bone scattering.

"Master, become the Du Shi Zhen Jing! Save the world together with me!" A manic voice resounded through the clouds; Sha Wujing casually grabbed, and those flying bone fragments and flesh converged in his hand, condensing into the form of the Subdue Demon True Treasure Staff, accompanied by a true gale of blood and rain, sweeping toward Tang Luo.

Tang Luo retreated again: "Seems not everything has been remembered after all..."

"No!" Sha Wujing's manic state showed, "Master, I really have remembered everything. That is precisely why I want you to become the Du Shi Zhen Jing; only then can the world be saved."

"Oh?" Tang Luo's tone rose slightly.

"Third Senior Brother?" Ao Yulie landed beside Tang Luo, looking at Sha Wujing with a face full of shock.

At this very moment, Sha Wujing's state was exactly as when they first met at the Flowing Sand River.

Green face, fanged teeth, crimson long hair, manic state manifest.

However, compared to the robust figure at first meeting, the current Sha Wujing was emaciated like a dry corpse.

No flesh could be seen; it was like a human skin draped over a complete skeleton moving about.

But the aura coiling around him was terrifying in its danger.

Ao Yulie felt that the Third Senior Brother in such a state was probably even stronger than at his peak.

Yet such a Third Senior Brother had "gone mad"; after remembering everything, he not only attacked Master but explicitly stated he wanted Master to become the Du Shi Zhen Jing.

Powerful and twisted!

What is to be done?

You must understand, Master is currently in a state of severe injury not yet healed.

Ao Yulie could not guarantee that the current Tang Luo could defeat the Sha Wujing before him, who exuded an aura of madness, brutality, and deathly resolve.

Sha Wujing's gaze fell upon Ao Yulie, and he frowned, saying: "Junior Brother, how did you become this weak? Looks like you can only serve as fertilizer."

"Wait, wait!" Ao Yulie stretched out an Erkang hand, "Third Senior Brother, do you still remember me?"

"Of course." Sha Wujing said.

"I even treated you to meals, and you're going to use me as fertilizer?" Ao Yulie's tone was intense.

Were all those years of brotherhood just fed to the dogs?

"On the journey west, you were not good with words; every time you expressed your inner indignation, wasn't it me who silently yielded the feeding trough to you, so you could 'wo cao'?"

Ao Yulie hoped to awaken Sha Wujing, "What with the 'Du Shi True Sutra', 'fertilizer', and such, Third Senior Brother, do you clearly know what you are doing?"

Your brain is broken!

"Oh." Sha Wujing responded, "Good, then before letting you become fertilizer, I'll also give you a chance to 'wo cao'."

"I misjudged you!" Ao Yulie said, when an honest man turns dark, it is simply too terrifying.

He recognizes no kin — this is it.

"Do you think you are saving the world?" Tang Luo looked at Sha Wujing and said.

"Of course, only power is everything. Master, this is what you taught us, isn't it?" Sha Wujing smiled, his smile sinister, the red light in his eyes dissipating.

His eye sockets were instead a stretch of black, with only a tiny red dot, staring at Tang Luo.

"Fetching scriptures can make one stronger; the strongest scripture-fetcher, the strongest Du Shi True Sutra, can save the world."

"But, there are too many wastes! Too many!"

"Fortunately, Master you came, you came, you are the strongest Du Shi True Sutra. I can become you, become the scripture-fetcher, spread the Du Shi True Sutra, save the world."

From brutality to a soft whisper, it only took half a second.

The instantaneous emotional shift made Ao Yulie's hair stand on end.

He was already certain that the Third Senior Brother before him had truly gone mad.

"Oh?" Tang Luo smiled, looking at this disciple, "What gave you such confidence and courage? That Ginseng Fruit Tree?"

"It's you, Master." Sha Wujing's expression was sincere, his tone and gaze carried reverence, a reverence from the depths of his heart, "You have always 'told' us that only the strong have the qualification to decide their own, even others', fates."

"Now, I am the stronger one."

Back then, Sha Wujing set down the nearly damaged Demon-Subduing True Treasure Staff, left a mark and a message, dragging his exhausted, heavily injured body, seeking that Western Pure Land.

When he arrived here, he did not find a gate leading to other worlds, but unexpectedly saw the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

The existence of the Ginseng Fruit Tree sheltered the humans surviving nearby; "people" surrounded it, worshipped it, and gradually the legend of the Pure Land spread.

There was no road, but there was the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Sha Wujing rekindled hope; at the very least, he could rely on the Ginseng Fruit to recover his heavily injured body.

However, the still fairly abundant Heaven and Earth Qi of this world was twisted, malicious, a poisonous thing.

The Ginseng Fruit Tree, rooted in this world, regrown lush from a near-death state, was likewise twisted.

At that time, Sha Wujing was like Ao Yulie, his body already latent with a large amount of "poison"; no, that's wrong, it was an incomparable difference in quantity.

Not discovering this fruit tree was rooted atop a mountain of corpses, Sha Wujing picked the fruit, swallowed it, recovering his injuries.

The gate to alienation and distortion opened just like that.

Distortion, clarity, splitting, torment, escape, frenzy — Sha Wujing even discarded his already thoroughly "fallen" body, wanting to break free from the sea of demons.

But the demon had long since taken root in the depths of his soul.

The born Yellow Spring, self-sealed his memories, yet held an extreme fanaticism for fetching scriptures, for saving the world.

Only thus could the world be saved.

Thus, the Scripture-Fetcher was born, appeared, embarked on the road of fetching scriptures; the Du Shi True Sutra was born, spread.

Until today, the "hope" of saving the world descended before his eyes.

"Master, how much strength do you have left?" Sha Wujing stared at Tang Luo, red light flaring greatly in his black eye sockets.

"This Master has only one-tenth of his power left." Tang Luo said.

"Then that's right!" The moment the words fell, the "Flesh and Blood True Treasure Staff" in his hand came crashing down, a dull sound of tearing air descending from the sky, giving the feeling of a sky canopy falling.

Tang Luo reached out and grasped, the Demon-Breaking Cold Ice Spear appeared in his hand, carrying boundless chill as he thrust it out!