Chapter 469: Everyone Is an Adult Now

"How is Chi Jing Daoist?" Tang Luo asked.

"He suffered serious injuries, but his life is not in danger." Ao Yu Lie said.

Kongming brought the news of Chi Jing Daoist to Tang Luo and them.

According to Kongming's description.

At that time, they had just returned to Huaxia, and the pale-faced Chi Jing Daoist appeared before him.

He said to Kongming in a very solemn tone: "It's good that you're back. I was ambushed by that old thing Odin and his people, suffered serious injuries. The Divine Alliance will certainly not remain peaceful recently; we must be cautious in our response."

At that time, Kongming hesitated for a moment before saying: "Actually, there's no need to worry about the Divine Alliance..."

"No, the Divine Alliance's strength is not inferior to mine—Odin and Zeus are two such figures, and Jiang Shang's situation is also not good. Even if we two join forces, we might not be able to defeat them." Chi Jing Daoist interrupted, "But with Master Xuanzang here, at least there is assurance. Master Xuanzang's strength is absolutely not inferior to mine."

"Well, Master Xuanzang..."

Upon hearing this, Chi Jing Daoist's face grew even more solemn: "What? Master Xuanzang also participated in this mission? Did something happen?"

"Well, actually, it's the Divine Alliance that encountered trouble." Kongming laid out the full situation.

Then Kongming saw Chi Jing Daoist spit out a mouthful of blood while looking up to the sky, wearing an expression of smiling at the nine springs: "Good, this life of mine was worth it."

Kongming was so frightened his heart almost stopped.

Having escaped death in the ambush and rushed here to deliver the message, the organization's senior elder could not withstand his own words and died on the spot—that guilt would be great.

Fortunately, Chi Jing Daoist merely gritted his teeth and held on; now hearing the good news, he relaxed and lay down.

He did not die on the spot.

Of course, being injured, he certainly suffered serious injuries.

Kongming hoped Tang Luo would have time to visit Chi Jing Daoist, to perform an opening light treatment or something.

It seems that, up to now, there has been no problem that opening light treatment cannot solve.

If there is, just increase the intensity of the opening light.

"Then let's go now—just happen to have something to tell them, so let them come to the Dragon King's Ship." Tang Luo said.

"Yes, Master." Zhu Bajie contacted Kongming and them.

Half a day later, on the deck of the Dragon King's Ship, which had not set sail.

The sea breeze blew past Buddha's face, bringing a hint of coolness, but Kongming felt waves of heat in his head, quite agitated, unable to calm down.

While Tang Luo healed Chi Jing Daoist, he also thoroughly confirmed the previously worrying fate pattern issue.

Indeed, a part of the fate pattern causes the holder to lose self.

"Why does one part of the fate pattern exist while another part does not?" Kongming pondered continuously, "How should one judge between having and not having? Is it divine? Non-divine fate patterns have none?"

These are all issues that need consideration.

Moreover, very important!

In contrast, Chi Jing Daoist is quite calm; the received treasure, the Yin-Yang Mirror, all possess a certain self-awareness, nearly trapping him.

Fate pattern fragments being a double-edged sword is also not unacceptable.

Of course, double-edged swords and such belong to a more optimistic view.

The pessimistic view is that the entire divine-demonic game is merely a gu cultivation game, fate pattern holders are the more powerful gu worms within, and also the chosen vessels.

Ultimately, they will be taken over by others.

The most optimistic view is: "If there truly is some consciousness existing, and I devour it through backlash, wouldn't I become even stronger, and then rest easy without worries?"

Without doubt, Kongming belongs to the pessimistic faction, as seen from his tightly furrowed brows.

And Tang Luo belongs to the foodie faction.

In his mind, fate pattern fragments are like this.

《Divine Demonic Classic》:

Divine-demonic game, with fragments existing, their state indeterminate, named fate pattern fragments, luminous, tasteless, or slightly toxic, capable of seizing a person's body, eating them provides minor nourishment.

"What should we do?" Kongming murmured, he was considering not just personal issues but many more.

"Don't think about it." Tang Luo said, "What's the point of thinking so much? Just forge ahead without hesitation."

"This isn't a matter of forging ahead without hesitation, Holy Monk." Kongming said.

The day the Divine Alliance suffered heavy blows, later dubbed by well-wishers as "Twilight of the Gods," symbolizing that the Divine Alliance, one of the strongest organizations in the divine-demonic journey, had declined from strength to weakness.

That monk who covered the sky with one hand, exterminated the "Divine Alliance," also upgraded from "Master" to "Holy Monk."

Anyway, he is of the Tang Monk fate pattern, and Tang Monk is called Holy Monk by people.

"I'm thinking, if the news leaks out..." Kongming worried.

"What nonsense!" Tang Luo said without another word, pulling out his phone and sending two group messages: "All patrons, please note, the poor monk has confirmed that a part of the fate pattern fragments contains certain hidden dangers, possessing innate consciousness, possibly forming independent consciousness as the fragments become complete, taking over the nest."

"Alright, you don't need to think about it anymore."

"..."

Kongming stared at the instantly boiling "Opening Light Trading Chat Group," speechless.

"Holy Monk is truly straightforward and decisive." Chi Jing Daoist raised his thumb in praise.

"Master! Holy Monk! How could you just say that out loud?" Kongming said.

"Otherwise?" Tang Luo said, "You're not their father, still helping them decide their lives? Everyone is an adult now, need to learn to 'pass the buck,' speak and act decisively. Here, are you hungry? I'll have the kitchen downstairs prepare food for you."

"Master, I'm a bit hungry." Zhu Bajie said.

"Then let's go." Tang Luo happily ran off with his two disciples.

Chi Jing Daoist patted Kongming's shoulder and followed closely behind.

Leaving behind a Kongming windblown and disheveled, wondering why, why everything, when it comes to Tang Luo's hands, gets "resolved" so easily?

After thinking carefully, Kongming found the reason: because Tang Luo does not need to consider consequences, looking ahead and behind.

Because the disturbances caused by fate pattern fragments, or the consequences, he can bear them all.

There's no need to think too much about it.

Only a few people like Tang Luo can easily bear the consequences and remain as steady as Mount Tai.

The Enlightenment Trading Chat Group has completely exploded.

In the two groups, the exclusive group for the Martial Arts Myth saw even those who usually lurked silently come out, frantically sending messages.

They wanted to confirm the truth.

After a torrent of screen-filling messages, things quieted down.

Tang Luo then slowly continued mass-messaging: "Monks do not lie; what the poor monk says is all true. Please, benefactors, consider carefully."

Everyone is an adult now; they must take responsibility for themselves.

Tang Luo merely shared the truth he discovered; how others choose to act—well, that has little to do with him.

Even if it's An'an's choice, Tang Luo won't interfere; just let things take their natural course.

However, this action unexpectedly provided Tang Luo with some merit power.

It can be considered a merit deed, at least letting people know of some potential dangers.

Seeing Tang Luo's message, many people fell into deep thought.

Including those without destiny holders, ordinary gods and demons walking the world, who also felt a bit worried in their hearts.

Hurting one's own kind—it's so painful.

Feeling that life has lost hope, so exhausted, not wanting to continue as a god or demon walker.

No one foolishly asked, "Holy Monk, are you lying?"

Although everyone knows Tang Luo has been collecting destiny fragments and even spread the news that he can help people replace destiny fragments.

If it were before the "Twilight of the Gods," someone might still think that way.

But these days have passed.

The matter of the Twilight of the Gods has spread, and the vast majority of god and demon walkers now know of the peak powerhouses above the fifth rank—the Holy (Demon) Monk Tang Xuanzang.

Combined with his past performance.

Such an unparalleled powerhouse has no need to deceive people.

The credibility of this matter is truly high.

Unless... he is plotting a super grand conspiracy to ensnare all destiny holders, and indeed all god and demon walkers.

Even if someone harbors doubts in their heart, they cannot possibly step forward openly to question him.

At most, they might just go with the flow and ask, "No way, is it really true?"

Moreover, concerns about destiny fragments existed from the beginning.

Originally, after the Twilight of the Gods, the landscape among god and demon walkers had changed, with many scrambling to cope with the upcoming changes.

Unexpectedly, in less than ten days, the Holy Monk dropped another shocking piece of news.

With this coming one after another, everyone is feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Even god and demon walkers, most of them in the real world, just want to live a peaceful life.

"Setting fire and running away" Tang Luo, along with his two disciples and a Daoist, were eating happily in the restaurant.

Buddha and Dao are one family.

After a while, Kong Ming walked in, hair disheveled: "Give me a bowl too!"

Never mind—today I, Kong Ming, just want to let go and not care about anything!

No amount of persuasion helps; clear your mind, everyone has their own choices, and no one is anyone's father.

"If you're worried, why don't I help you take out your destiny fragment?" Tang Luo said.

"Huh?" Kong Ming stared for a moment, "Right, you can replace destiny fragments."

"Yeah." Tang Luo nodded.

"Wait, you didn't say that just for this reason, did you?" Kong Ming thought of the negative side and blurted it out.

A wave of relief washed through his heart; this reckless, bold feeling—so satisfying.

"Of course not." Tang Luo said, "I really want to gather a large number of destiny fragments, hold a Martial Arts Myth grand gathering, and beat you all to death."

"..."

One must admit, doing it this way is far more efficient than cooking up some earth-shattering grand conspiracy.

Kong Ming doesn't think Tang Luo is incapable of this.

Before him, the "Holy Demon Monk" and his two disciples, joining forces, with calculated moves against the unsuspecting, could indeed wipe out the entire Martial Arts Myth.

"Let me think about it again." Kong Ming said.

How to decide—indeed, that is a difficult matter.

In the following days, as the news spread that destiny fragments were confirmed toxic, it indeed stirred up some waves.

Some destiny holders gave up hope, planning to indulge wildly before dying.

They caused quite a commotion, then vanished without a trace, proving the "mighty power" of gods and demons still stands.

That invisible line still exists and has not disappeared due to a single real-world mission.

However, everyone did discover that upon seeing it, this line has improved compared to before.

Some gods and demons who caused news immediately stopped.

But some people did not escape punishment, and it was not punishment from the god and demon game.

Rather, it came from the Martial Arts Myth, joined forces with the Near-Science group.

Outside of Huaxia, no one paid attention.

Inside Huaxia, the Martial Arts Myth truly stepped onto the stage, united with Near-Science, the Red Horsemen Four Plays, and captured all god and demon walkers.

Unlike previous relatively low-key actions by Near-Science.

Several capture operations fully demonstrated to the remaining demon-walkers, announcing the dominance of the two major organizations.

Kongming of the Martial Arts Myth, together with Zhao Hongmo, who approached science, jointly issued a statement.

Clearly stated that whether now or in the future, demon-walkers on this land must abide by the rules.

The line of the demon-walking game is an invisible terror.

The rules jointly established by the two major organizations are a visible sharp sword, hovering above the heads of demon-walkers.

Clearly telling everyone not to cross the line.

And this sword is controlled by one hand.

This hand belongs to a person, his name is Tang Xuanzang.

In the world of demon-walkers, he has already achieved single-handedly covering the sky.