Chapter 508: You Have No Future

The axe and the bald head collided.

Mo Dizang's body sank slightly, then rose; the power Tang Luo had just unleashed was returned in full by him.

Tang Luo, still in mid-air, shouted sternly: "The Dharma is boundless!"

He bestowed a buff upon himself, and his power rose another level.

The Xuan Transformation axe turned into a Glazed Axe; as the powers collided, the axe blade and face instantly became covered in cracks, as if they would shatter in the next breath.

Mo Dizang fell into the ground, and the surroundings instantly turned into a stretch of chaos; all "scenery" except the ruined temple burning with Glazed Flames was destroyed completely.

In the next breath, a piece of old wooden plank appeared under everyone's feet.

That ruined temple expanded in an instant, enveloping everyone within it.

"Huh..." Zhu Bajie was a bit puzzled; the wooden planks still had Glazed Flames burning on them, but this Glazed Flame was fake... it only had form, equivalent to a decoration.

Stepping on it, there was absolutely no feeling of being ignited.

Mo Dizang sat cross-legged before Tang Luo; a blood mark surfaced on his bald head, and the Xuan Transformation axe had already shattered.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Mo Dizang stood up while roaring ferociously.

"I know, beating you up." Tang Luo put away Xuan Transformation and pointed a finger.

The aura on his body became incomparably violent.

Eighty percent power, Reincarnation Salvation Finger!

Mo Dizang's expression changed; the head banner beside him flew up, blocking between him and Tang Luo.

The Reincarnation Salvation Finger landed on the head banner; the head banner silently turned to dust, only able to block the Reincarnation Salvation Finger for an instant, unable to stop the finger from continuing to approach.

In that instant, Mo Dizang's hands had already formed a seal before his body.

Wrists pressed together, palms opened slightly outward, ring fingers and little fingers curled, middle fingers pressed together, two index fingers respectively resting on the middle fingers.

Ksitigarbha Heart Mantra Hand Seal!

The Reincarnation Salvation Finger and the hand seal collided; lightning was born in the void, black cracks spread out a stretch of chaos.

The entire ruined temple shook; the Glazed Flames extinguished, the wooden planks let out rotting sounds one after another, and more than half shattered.

Even intact walls collapsed and shattered directly.

Fortunately the roof had long been gone; otherwise, the roof would probably have caved in as well.

Zhu Bajie and the others were at the side; even self-preservation appeared extremely difficult.

Tang Luo and Mo Dizang separated upon contact, each retreating.

The Glazed Pure Garment near the right arm was thoroughly damaged; blood-colored cracks surfaced on the arm, like the main trunk and tributaries of a river flowing on Tang Luo's arm.

Fresh blood began to seep out, continuously dripping down along the fingertips.

Mo Dizang maintained the seal posture, lowering his head to look at his own hands.

"Pfft!"

He violently spat out a large mouthful of black blood; from fingertips to shoulders, joint by joint they shattered, the severed hands fell to the ground, crushed to dust, with not a trace of vitality left.

"You are weaker than I imagined, Dizang." Tang Luo could still move his left hand to take out Xuan Transformation, transforming it into a giant hammer, "It seems you truly are not good at fighting people."

"Tang Xuanzang!"

Mo Dizang roared and charged at Tang Luo; the Karma Fire burned blazingly on his shoulders.

Forming the shape of arms, then turning into two venomous snakes, strangling toward Tang Luo.

Before the venomous snakes could reach him, the Xuan Transformation hammer struck first, crashing down with a boom, fierce as violent thunder, crushing the withered and pulling the rotten!

As it swung, it also possessed a powerful attraction, pulling the "Karma Snakes" that wanted to dodge over.

The Karma Fire was smashed into scattered sparks by one hammer blow.

Xuan Transformation followed the momentum and transformed, forming a sharp sword!

Tang Luo's fast sword slashed horizontally and vertically, sword lights flickering, layer upon layer, intricate and complex, like a heaven's net and earth's net enveloping Mo Dizang.

Mo Dizang barely gathered strength to contend; wounds on his body kept adding up.

After Immovable as a Mountain was broken, it was already difficult to form an effective defense again.

The Karma Fire spread along Xuan Transformation onto Tang Luo's hand, starting to burn on his body, yet it fundamentally could not stop Tang Luo's offensive.

A crisp sound rang out.

Chains emerged in the void, winding toward Tang Luo's right arm which was entangled and unable to move, pulling it backward; at the end of the chains appeared a huge, glowing red copper pillar, phantom shadows embracing it, emitting miserable, shrill cries.

Copper Pillar Hell, targeting Tang Luo alone, range reduced, power greatly increased.

Tang Luo paid no heed to the chains, advancing to hack at the retreating Mo Dizang; his right arm was pulled backward by the chains, and soon the chains pulled taut with creaking sounds.

But Tang Luo did not stop; he forcibly dragged the entire copper pillar, turned his body, and flung it directly at Mo Dizang.

Mo Dizang restrained his divine ability; the Xuan Transformation sword also successfully pierced through his body.

Tang Luo's body burned with Karma Fire; half his face had turned into white bone, faintly visible within the black-red flames.

The frenzied combat posture was heart-chilling.

A freezing chill emanated from Mo Dizang; iceberg phantoms emerged around the two, and Mo Dizang's body also began to turn crystalline and transparent; although the Xuan Transformation sword had pierced his body, it could not cleave him in two.

Beyond the Karma Fire was the bone-piercingly cold Iceberg Hell.

Tang Luo exerted force with his arm, barely moving the Xuan Transformation sword less than two centimeters.

Mo Dizang revealed a ferocious smile: "Tang Xuanzang, sink into this Avici Hell!"

The space around the two changed; the Eighteen Hells emerged in turn, the myriad beings wailed miserably in all manners, continuously revolving.

The sound of chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name rang out, entering Tang Luo's ears, carrying maddened cries and distortion.

Sinking down!

In the Avici Hell, the two began to sink continuously, eternally sinking, never seeing liberation.

Tang Luo loosened his fingers.

"Good..."

Not waiting for Mo Dizang to speak any heart-swaying words, Tang Luo's five fingers clenched tight once more, the Glazed Flames surged forth, and the Xuan Transformation Sword shifted into the Glazed Sword.

"Useless!" Mo Dizang shouted loudly, the Karma Fire burning ever more fiercely and surging.

The Glazed Sword moved a few more centimeters, as if it had also reached its limit.

"Just relying on this sword you also want to sever me?" Mo Dizang laughed wildly, the world spinning.

In the Avici Hell there was no longer any distinction of up, down, left, or right; the two sank ever deeper.

Mo Dizang could withdraw and leave at any time, but Tang Luo had no way to easily depart.

"Who said... I want to sever you?" Tang Luo looked at Mo Dizang and spoke.

The sharp sword turned into a hammer, locking onto Dizang's body; the Rebirth Salvation Finger slammed down hard onto the tip formed by the Glazed Flames.

The Xuan Transformation Glazed Hammer flew up spinning, Dizang's body instantly shattered into pieces, and the surrounding Avici Hell shattered along with it.

Stowing the Xuan Transformation, Tang Luo reached out and grabbed; Mo Dizang's head fell into his palm.

"Wait——" He still intended to say something, but Tang Luo's five fingers closed, crushing it; the scattered bodies beside the ruined temple pulverized at the same moment.

The Karma Fire on his body dissipated; Tang Luo looked ahead.

The Primordial Spirit condensed, forming a semi-transparent phantom in mid-air; Mo Dizang's face was hideous, not yet completely dead.

"Tang Xuanzang! One day——"

"You have no future days." Tang Luo did not pursue the attack, instead standing in place and speaking.

A brilliant light suddenly erupted from within Mo Dizang's Primordial Spirit; within the light, the Primordial Spirit began to dissipate.

"It's you! You want to die?!"

Mo Dizang was greatly shocked and pale; the last remaining bit of Dizang's benevolent intent sought to perish together with him.

"If I do not enter hell, who enters hell?"

Incomparably calm words rang out; a solemn treasure-phase, forbearing and unmoving like a mountain.

"Many thanks to the Holy Monk for striking, exterminating this villain." Fo Dizang spoke.

"What's the deal with the ruined temple?" Tang Luo did not exchange pleasantries, seizing the last bit of time to hurry the question.

"This is the Source; the evil ghost's descent into the world was done by this villain using the Source." Fo Dizang spoke.

At first Mo Dizang was attacked by Tang Luo yet remained composed; on one hand it was due to being unmoving like a mountain, on the other hand, he had fused with the Source, making Tang Luo's attacks extremely hard to injure him.

Later Fo Dizang retook control, the two contended, and only then did Mo Dizang break free from that state.

A powerful enemy at his side, unable to continue, he had no choice but to act against Tang Luo.

And the outcome of acting — now it has been seen.

"What is the Source?" Tang Luo asked; he was someone who had mixed in the world, barely counted as widely knowledgeable — especially regarding the Shan Hai Realm recipe aspect.

Yet he had never heard of what the Source was.

"The Source is a wondrous object; this poor monk knows little. However, Holy Monk, you people also carry a trace of Source aura on your bodies." Fo Dizang spoke, "After the Shan Hai Realm shattered, fragments became realms, realm cut off from realm, like a bitter sea hard to cross; that you Holy Monks could come here is likely related to the Source."

"Why not go with the flow; perhaps you can see old acquaintances from those years, and find out the truth of the Shan Hai Realm's shattering."

"So if I destroy this thing, I can stop hell from descending to the mortal world?" Tang Luo asked.

The mission still hasn't been completed; don't know if it's to destroy the Source in Dizang's mouth, or to make Mo Dizang thoroughly vanish.

It's possible either one alone suffices, also possible it must be thoroughly resolved.

"This object is hard to destroy, and also must not be destroyed; its influence on this realm is immense. After this poor monk enters final nirvana, the evil ghosts will vanish, hell will be no more; Holy Monk need not worry." Dizang spoke.

"Mm." Tang Luo nodded.

As they spoke, Dizang's Primordial Spirit had already dissipated by more than half, leaving only head and chest.

Mo Dizang's complexion grew ever more hideous, in no way human, entirely shifting evil ghosts, the fiendish demon appearance manifesting without doubt.

"Before Di Ting sat in final meditation, it once 'heard' a few bits of 'sound' related to the Holy Monk..."

Dizang's voice gradually lowered, ethereal, yet still strove to transmit a segment of information to Tang Luo.

Similar to the "coordinate information" Sha Wujing left on the Demon-Subduing True Treasure Staff.

"Understood." Tang Luo spoke; he did not have Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie's surprise.

The possibility of it being Sun Wukong is not great; otherwise Di Ting would certainly have heard it was Sun Wukong, and Dizang would have stated it plainly.

Related to himself, perhaps it is the Brocade Kasaya.

The only two magic treasures; the Merit Jade Lotus is still here; if the Brocade Kasaya was not destroyed when the Shan Hai Realm shattered, it should be in some corner of a world.

It's also possible it's someone else.

Whatever the situation, next mission change the objective and go look directly.

"Holy Monk, great virtue." The Primordial Spirit's face, right before the final dissipation, turned once more into Dizang's serene countenance, slowly scattering away.

"Mission completed!"

Ao Yulie spoke; when Dizang, carrying the demonic thoughts, thoroughly entered final nirvana and died, this incomparably dangerous mission was finally completed.

The surrounding ruined temple began to shake.

The Source itself may not have been this appearance; it merely became like this because of Dizang.

Now that Dizang has perished, the Source's appearance will likely also undergo change.

But Tang Luo and the others won't see it; after the mission completed, several beams of light descended, the crowd vanished, having already left this mission world.

Returning to the real world, the Merit Jade Lotus floated above Tang Luo's head.

The lotus bloomed more than half, emitting warm light.

Exterminated Mo Dizang, prevented evil ghosts from appearing, hell descending to the mortal world.

Just as Dizang said, great virtue, great merit!

The scene of golden wind and fine rain perhaps remained in that mission world; the power of merit, not a fraction off, was contained by the Merit Jade Lotus.