Chapter 489

Yang Jian flew into the sky, Tang Luo leapt up, and closely followed behind.

The two charged into the extremely thick cloud layer, and moments later, the cloud layer was torn apart and dissipated.

No trace of the two figures remained in the sky, where a "rift" appeared, spreading outward, to the end of the rift.

Suddenly, a colossal figure that stood between heaven and earth emerged—the Heavenly Earth Dharma Aspect.

The giant waved the three-pronged two-edged blade in his hand; due to his enormous size, his movements appeared somewhat slow.

In reality, however, he was as fast as lightning.

Everyone could barely see a tiny figure "landing" on the three-pronged two-edged blade.

Then, in an instant, it vanished—Yang Jian's Heavenly Earth Dharma Aspect retreated several steps, a huge wound appeared on his chest, and he disappeared into the horizon.

"Merely for show..."

Tang Luo's voice came through the wind.

The battle continued.

At least, there was no longer a need for the Holy Mother Yang Chan to continue guarding Black Mountain.

Zhu Bajie and the others also returned here, directly climbing up the mountain.

"Who allowed you to come up!" Yang Chan looked at Zhu Bajie and the others, and immediately a powerful repelling force emanated from Black Mountain.

Unfortunately, this repelling force was insufficient compared to everyone's strength.

Only Ao Yulie, Xiaotian Dog, and Liu Chenxiang could be flung away by it.

Zhu Bajie protected the three, said nothing, and continued climbing the mountain.

Jin Dasheng seemed wary of something, ultimately choosing to retreat, returning to the mountain's base, his eyes flickering, unknown what he was thinking.

Soon, Zhu Bajie and the others arrived before Yang Chan.

Liu Chenxiang looked at his mother and spoke first: "You weren't imprisoned, but volunteered?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Yang Chan said.

"..."

"Big sis, get your facts straight before you speak. This is my eldest nephew, your son!" Zhu Bajie said, "Although he looks a bit old, he's truly your son."

"Oh?" Yang Chan's expression changed slightly, she looked at Liu Chenxiang, then after a moment turned her head away in disdain, "Not alike, not a bit like a brother."

"... Nephew resembles uncle what's that." Zhu Bajie coughed and said, "There's such a saying. But I feel you don't mean that?"

"Hmph!"

Facing Zhu Bajie's probing, Yang Chan merely let out a cold snort.

As the person involved, Liu Chenxiang showed no hesitation, directly saying: "You mean, I'm not the son of my father Liu Yanchang and this Third Princess?"

"I didn't say anything." Zhu Bajie shook his head repeatedly, picked up his head, and withdrew.

This monk, very wicked.

Liu Chenxiang looked at Yang Chan.

Yang Chan looked at her son, frowning, as if looking at an unfilial child who worried her: "Since you want to know, then I'll say it straight. You're certainly not Liu Yanchang's son; you think that lowly mortal is worthy of touching me?"

"... Big sis, you've changed." Zhu Bajie said.

Yang Chan glared at Zhu Bajie, merely glaring at him once.

A true hero doesn't suffer immediate loss; if the pig demon before her really flew into a rage, she'd surely not come out well.

"So, what's the situation?" Liu Chenxiang appeared calm, showing no intense emotional fluctuation on the surface.

"Very simple." Yang Chan said, "I did this to anger my brother, and simultaneously, to test his true feelings toward me."

The foolish act of a low-IQ love-brain: deliberately showing intimacy with another opposite-sex to anger and test one's true destined one (female).

This maneuver is the tears of the era, but in Yang Chan's hands, it was played with new tricks—should say, even further, played on a larger scale.

She first took Yang Jian's essence blood, pearl fetus secretly formed, then "descended to the mundane world" and found a tool person, namely Liu Yanchang.

Pretended to love him, staged a elopement drama just like Yang Jian's mother.

The difference is, Yang Jian's mother's was real, hers is fake.

Afterwards, Yang Jian indeed, as she wished, forcibly took her away.

Then, a burst of melodramatic dialogue from an eight-point dog-blood drama, the two became so.

Hid in Black Mountain, asked nothing of worldly affairs, only envied the mandarin ducks, not the immortals.

Even when this old friend Tang Luo came to the door, she closed the door and refused to see him.

From this perspective, the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors seem truly loyal to Yang Jian, family shame must not be aired outside.

Not hesitating to make Tang Luo an enemy, also death-guarding Yang Jian's siblings' secret.

Until Tang Luo made a move, unable to contain it, only then did he "summon" Black Mountain.

As for Liu Yanchang and Liu Chenxiang, don't mention the former, even the latter was not placed in Yang Chan's heart.

Yang Chan loved only Yang Jian; Liu Chenxiang's birth was merely her important tool to "provoke" Yang Jian.

After the purpose was achieved, discarding it was perfectly acceptable.

Liu Yanchang was the clearest one, harboring no resentment toward Liu Chenxiang, wholeheartedly raising this "immortal's son."

To speak frankly, pretending to be husband and wife with a goddess, Liu Yanchang suffered no loss.

Yang Chan is lofty and cold, not cruel.

"So that's it." Liu Chenxiang's face was cold, the avenger had no "tears."

"Does Yang Jian himself know?" Zhu Bajie asked, "Also, are you really a picked-up child?"

"Brother doesn't know." Yang Chan said, "So I really am a picked-up child?"

"... You don't know you're a picked-up child?" Zhu Bajie said.

"Can such boring worldly rules still control me?" Yang Chan's behavior was simply like a spoiled bear child.

"Still, something's off—this isn't something Yang Jian would do..."

Zhu Bajie frowned and said, "Yang Jian may be a siscon, but he's definitely not into incest."

"What did you say!" Yang Chan flew into a rage, "My brother loves me deeply!"

Like an evil dragon whose reverse scale had been touched.

"Calm down, calm down." Zhu Bajie soothed, "I don't actually want to fight you—I was just saying it casually."

Offending people like this? The master is still the best at it.

"It really wasn't Yang Jian who did this!"

A voice came from somewhere.

Then came a tremendous boom.

The entire Black Mountain began to shake, and several people could barely stand.

Yang Chan's face changed instantly as she stabilized the Black Mountain, preventing the lovers' little hut from collapsing.

On the mountain peak, two figures appeared.

Tang Luo raised one hand, lifting Yang Jian into midair.

The Yang Jian he held had weak, chaotic breath; his silver armor was completely shattered, his hair disheveled, covered in blood.

His arms hung limp at his sides, like a defeated general.

Tang Luo didn't look much better.

His glazed pure robes were torn to shreds, the fist-sized penetrating wound on his chest hadn't healed—plus strange black cracks spread from the wound.

Such cracks covered his body, arms, and back.

It felt as if he would shatter completely with the next breath.

Judging by appearance alone, it's hard to tell who's more injured—but clearly, one can see who won this fight.

"Brother!" Yang Chan panicked.

Tang Luo casually tossed Yang Jian to the ground: "You've mistaken the person—he's not your brother."

"What are you saying?" Yang Chan lunged at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo pressed down with his hand, a large handprint appeared and fell, pinning Yang Chan in place, unable to move.

"I'm saying, he's not Yang Jian." Tang Luo said, "He has the god's form and appearance, but lacks something—I felt something was off from the start. Only when we really fought did it become impossible to hide."

"What are you saying?" Yang Chan struggled desperately, repeating her last sentence, her eyes full of terror.

"Haven't you smelled this strong incense?" Tang Luo looked at Yang Chan, "No! You're also inside it. I originally thought this guy was your inflatable doll."

"..."

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie exchanged a glance—the situation had become even more complicated.

At the same time, they understood why the master insisted on fighting Yang Jian—not just because he was itching for a fight, but because he'd been holding back too long.

Wait! Maybe that's the reason—now I'm just being wise after the event.

The two wisely looked away, just like that—whatever the master said was right.

It's the first rule for disciples to follow; if the master is wrong, refer back to the first rule.

Besides, as long as the result is correct, the process doesn't matter—doesn't matter at all.

"Impossible, he's my brother!" Yang Chan refused to believe Tang Luo, still struggling.

"What are you saying?"

The Yang Jian on the ground also struggled to speak: "Tang Xuanzang, have you gone mad?"

"Amitabha." Tang Luo pressed his palms together; his glazed pure robes repaired themselves, covering his injured, shattered body.

"All forms are illusory."

"You two benefactors are obsessed beings, unable to attain liberation."

"Today, I, the poor monk, will liberate you."

Soul Liberation!

The Yang Jian on the ground fell back into Tang Luo's hands as Soul Liberation was enacted.

Yang Jian's soul and spirit emerged.

"This is I..." Yang Chan began to speak, but her voice trailed off.

Only then did one see that the soul was not a single person, but formed from the thoughts of hundreds of millions, each silently chanting "Manifest Sage True Lord," "Manifest Sage True Lord."

At the heart of the soul, a faint, flickering illusion appeared—not Yang Jian.

But a monkey!

A white-haired monkey—Yuan Hong!

The one missing among the Seven Saints of Mei Mountain, also the most exceptional, whose strength could rival Yang Jian's as a great demon.

When Yang Jian subdued this demon, he also used considerable means—it was quite a difficult battle.

Sun Wukong is the most famous monkey (stone) demon; before him, the renowned monkey demon of the Mountain and Sea Realm was this white-haired monkey—Yuan Hong.

"How could this be..." Yang Chan was utterly confused, and the Black Mountain beneath everyone's feet instantly collapsed.

"You know?"

Zhu Bajie grabbed the fleeing Jin Dasheng who hadn't escaped in time.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Jin Dasheng's face was shocked, "He's always been the True Lord—when did he become Yuan Hong? I don't know!"

From his appearance, he truly didn't know when Yuan Hong had replaced Yang Jian.

"Perhaps, Yang Jian was never in this world to begin with—he's always been you, Yuan Hong, from the start." Tang Luo concluded the Soul Liberation, "Did the poor monk speak correctly?"

The Yang Jian in his hand, surrounded by incense power and the wishes of all beings, began to dissipate.

Finally, its true form was revealed.

It wasn't the white-haired ape seen, but a rather handsome man, though his face was dark and arrogant.

But now his face was filled with the dazed confusion of one just awakened from a great dream, which then turned into a helpless, bitter smile.

"That's right, Yang Jian was never here."

Yuan Hong, thrown to the ground by Tang Luo, said, "I merely took over the magpie's nest, foolishly trying to replace him, never expecting that..."

Never expecting that, under the power of incense and the vows of all beings, I would lose myself.

Taking myself to be the true Manifest Sage Lord, Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

Obsessed and unenlightened, obsessed—how could one ever awaken?