Chapter 368: Glazed Pure Robe

"Boom!"

A thunderous boom rang out, and a violent aura surged into the clouds; the dense fog atop the abyss was blasted open, leaving a huge hole.

The white mist that had shrouded it year-round slowly dissipated.

Ao Yulie stood at the abyss "entrance," and beside him was the incomparably resourceful Xiaotian Dog.

"It's over." Sensing the trembling beneath his feet, and the violent power fluctuations slowly fading away, Ao Yulie was certain — this great battle between master and disciple had already ended.

Come to think of it, the ground beneath his feet had even sunk several layers lower.

"Let's go take a look." Ao Yulie stepped forward and leaped down into the abyss; Xiaotian Dog wagged its tail, sprang up, and jumped down as well.

Setting foot on the ground, the abyss bottom was unrecognizable, completely unrecognizable from its original appearance; Ao Yulie soon spotted Tang Luo.

And Sha Wujing lying at his feet.

The ground beneath the two was covered in a layer of blood-red; faintly, black qi could still be seen rising up, transforming into vengeful spirits that let out shrill roars before slowly dissipating.

Ao Yulie saw that Sha Wujing only had his upper body left; his lower body had vanished without a trace.

One should say, the blood spread flat across the ground, and the blood splattered onto the surrounding collapsed rock walls and dirt mounds — that was Sha Wujing's lower body.

One of his arms was still tightly connected to the withered main trunk of the Ginseng Fruit Tree, as if grown together.

His crimson hair, leaping like flames, showed not a trace of vitality, exuding a gray, withered air.

His body wasn't skin and bones; it looked fairly full. His eyes were still a pitch black, with scarlet red light within, incomparably dim.

On the Ginseng Fruit Tree's main trunk, the face belonging to Yu Kongyuan had already completely closed its eyes, not a shred of life aura emanating.

"Master..." Sha Wujing's mouth opened and closed, speaking with difficulty.

"Any last words?" Tang Luo crouched down and asked.

"I... did I do wrong?" Sha Wujing asked.

"Wrong?" Tang Luo shook his head. "No, you didn't do wrong. The one who's wrong isn't you — it's this world."

This chuunibyou line, without a doubt, best explains the whole affair — whether it was Sha Wujing's actions or Yu Kongyuan's choice, neither was wrong.

The whole world was wrong.

"Good, then. Good." Sha Wujing nodded. At death's door, his demonic thoughts dissipated somewhat. "What a pity... in the end I couldn't save the people of the world. I wasn't strong enough."

"Not bad, actually stronger than before." Tang Luo said.

"Heh." Sha Wujing let out a laugh, and reached his hand toward Tang Luo.

Tang Luo grasped Sha Wujing's hand: "A dying wish? As your master, I'll help you fulfill it."

"Dying wish... there is one!" Sha Wujing suddenly let out a roar, blazing flames igniting on his body, and he lunged fiercely at Tang Luo.

"Master!" Ao Yulie cried out in alarm, stepped forward, then halted his steps.

Sha Wujing, together with the Ginseng Fruit Tree's main trunk, burning with flames, pounced onto Tang Luo, turning him into a human torch.

It looked like a final, unwilling counterattack before death.

But Ao Yulie also sensed that Tang Luo's aura didn't have the slightest instability; on the contrary, he let out a sigh.

"Master, your disciple is unfilial; I bid you farewell here." The flames formed Sha Wujing's image and kowtowed three times to Tang Luo.

Tang Luo had never tolerated these formalities; back during the Journey to the West, when the four disciples were imperially ordained to become his disciples, he never made them kowtow.

Now Sha Wujing could be considered to have made up for it.

The flames dissipated completely, and an additional black greatcloak appeared on Tang Luo, covering his white monk's robe, adding a few parts majesty and splendor.

"Mission complete."

At this moment, a voice rang out in his mind; a beam of light descended, and Tang Luo, Ao Yulie, and Xiaotian Dog vanished in an instant.

"So this also counts as the 'Du Shi Zhen Jing' huh." Back on the Dragon King, Tang Luo murmured.

This greatcloak on him — no, it should be said that aside from the Light Spirit Shoes, all his clothes are a magic treasure condensed from the final power of Sha Wujing and the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

After being burned by the Glazed Flames, while the power erupted, it also burned away all those twisted malices to the very last.

The final treasure robe formed carried none of that twisted aura or power; it was merely a magic treasure that was, relatively speaking, plain and unremarkable.

Its greatest function is very simple: defense, protection.

A typical defensive magic treasure, without any offensive effect whatsoever — if you take the clothes off and use them to whip someone, that doesn't count as the treasure's effect.

It can also be considered the transformation of Sha Wujing's final will; until death he wanted to protect that twisted world, to save the people of the world.

Likewise, this magic treasure was also regarded as the Du Shi Zhen Jing, so upon obtaining it, Tang Luo and the others counted as having completed the mission and returned directly.

Tang Luo also had no mood to stay in that world any longer.

Speaking of which, he only stayed in a mission world that one time; later he tried, but couldn't succeed, and for the most part he simply had no desire to remain.

"I'll go change clothes." Tang Luo said, heading to the walk-in closet and taking out a set of casual wear.

The greatcloak on his body, along with the monk's robe underneath, shed off, forming a string of prayer beads hanging on his hand.

At a glance, it looked just like the prayer beads Kongming gave as the Wulin Mythology member emblem.

Changed into casual wear, Tang Luo walked out.

In the room, Ao Yulie stood there, letting out long sighs and short sighs.

This time they found Third Senior Brother, but didn't even get to speak properly with him.

After a while, Ao Yulie adjusted his mindset, looked at the prayer beads on Tang Luo's wrist, and said: "Master, why don't we give this magic treasure a name?"

Tang Luo thought for a moment: "Let's call it the Glazed Pure Robe." As always, a simple and decisive naming style.

"Then why doesn't Master give the Rebirth Salvation Finger a new name too?" Ao Yulie said. "It's vastly different from before."

"Then let's call it..."

"No, don't call it the Glazed Finger; they sound the same." Ao Yulie cut off Tang Luo's words. "Make it cool — how about the Xuanzang Finger? Create an Eighteen Forms: First Finger, Xuan Light First Appears! All the way to the Last Finger, Destroying Heaven and Exterminating Earth!"

"... Why always going against heaven." Tang Luo said.

"Probably... just not pleased." The smile on Ao Yulie's face gradually faded.

Tang Luo patted his shoulder, saying nothing.

"Master, you're saying Second Senior Brother and Eldest Senior Brother and them won't also—" Ao Yulie trailed off.

Heaven and earth underwent a cataclysmic change, the Mountains and Seas Realm was destroyed, the myriad gods and Buddhas vanished like smoke and scattered clouds — how many "people" could survive such a calamity?

"Not that bad." Tang Luo shook his head. "As long as they weren't the first to bear the brunt, injured so severely they're truly beyond recovery."

"Bajie's temperament knows how to dodge calamity far better than you. Wukong, as long as you don't get hotheaded, being hardheaded is fine."

"... Eldest Senior Brother probably isn't as hardheaded as when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace." Ao Yulie said.

The journey west started out fine, but later there were quite a few times when Sun Wukong blocked Tang Luo's path: "Master, forget it, forget it, killing a whole bunch of people would be hard to explain face-wise."

"Fine, then leave them a breath of life, whether they die or live is up to fate." That was Tang Luo's answer at the time.

Back then, the one with the hardest head was Master!

But after the journey west, Tang Luo became very steady, cultivating peacefully, occasionally writing bestsellers — like *My Little Sister Can't Be This Cute*.

Receiving enthusiastic fan Erlang Shen's pur—praise.

"Wonder how your master is doing?" Ao Yulie looked at Xiaotian Quan and said.

Xiaotian Quan tilted its head, counting as a response, ran to the soft cushion and flopped down — as a little kitty, sleeping all day is perfectly reasonable.

"Right, what harvest did Master get this time?"

"A skill, Parry." Tang Luo said. "My 'skill bar' already had it originally; after obtaining it this time, it fused directly and rose to Level 3 — unexpected."

Tang Luo truly didn't know that obtaining the same skill would produce a merge-and-upgrade effect.

This isn't exactly a secret — given Tang Luo's current level and his status in the Martial Mythos.

Even if there are secrets in the Gods and Demons Game, unless it's the kind truly kept under wraps by someone at Chi Jing Daoren's level, any rules discovered by a few people and published in a small scope certainly can't escape him.

Tang Luo didn't know, simply because the probability of obtaining the same skill is low.

This kind of thing happens very rarely.

Moreover, this doesn't count as important information — it's a step above basic info, yet not a rule that needs to be specially pointed out.

"Newbie Instructors" Qin Menglan, Kong Ming and them didn't mention it at first, and later no one specially brought it up to Tang Luo either.

The Level 3 Parry skill forms an invisible protective force that can block attacks from four directions — front, back, left, right — lasting ten seconds.

Aside from the top of the head and beneath the feet, it counts as 360-degree full coverage with no dead angles.

Originally Tang Luo didn't value this skill much — after all, his own defense is very high, so he just used it casually, better than nothing.

Whenever he ran into a good skill, he might just swap it out.

After rising to Level 3, it's only one step away from complete mastery, forming his own divine ability.

As far as Tang Luo himself is concerned, he has no talent for defensive divine abilities and spells, nor much interest.

But if he truly achieves complete mastery, combined with the Glazed Pure Garment, it should form a decent protective divine ability.

Not for protecting Tang Luo himself — his head is hard enough, his body was already tough enough, and after cultivating the Vajra Buddha Bones it's even tougher.

But others aren't like that.

Now every time Tang Luo protects someone, he has to use the Merit Jade Lotus, consuming merit power.

Normally it can be replenished, but with many times, there are always quite a few cases where consumption exceeds replenishment, or merely symbolic replenishment.

If he can cultivate a defensive, protective-type divine ability, he won't need to consume merit power.

That's a guaranteed profit.

Tang Luo instantly took Parry seriously — anyway it's Level 3 now, cooldown is only thirty minutes, practice more and the complete mastery realm is right before his eyes.

"Little White Dragon, come, strike at Master." Tang Luo said to Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie: "???"

What situation — Master sent Third Senior Brother on his final journey, feels bad, decided to let himself get beaten up?

"No, no, definitely a trap! Master's in a bad mood, he'd definitely beat people up, how could he let someone beat him, that'd be an idiot?" Ao Yulie immediately dismissed the unrealistic thought.

Getting beaten is impossible — for Tang Luo, there's only mutual brawling and beating others.

"Master look. I think, why don't we go find that Li Jue couple and beat them up, vent some anger?" Ao Yulie suggested. "Anyway they have a grudge with us too, and that Li Jue has the Indestructible Shell fate like Jue Wushen, he's way more beat-resistant than me."

"I just want to practice a skill." Tang Luo said. "Someone attacking works better than just casting it alone, what are you thinking about?"

"..."