Chapter 316: Survival on a Deserted Island? (First update, seeking monthly votes)

"Hmm?"

After Ren Yidao and the other two vanished into thin air, the pair of fiery eyes deep within the mist blinked and looked left and right.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the two eyeballs, like fireballs, slowly closed.

The behemoth hidden in the mist vanished into thin air, replaced by a tall figure in a red robe.

And one point worth mentioning.

The person sitting cross-legged in the mist...

Was bald.

The bald man in the mist had his right shoulder exposed, draped in a crimson monk's robe, clearly dressed as a monk.

The monk had a sturdy build, his exposed muscles knotted, and a Red Gold Zen Staff rested horizontally across his crossed legs.

He had a majestic appearance, a prominent brow, and eyes that looked like burning flames; his exterior appearance seemed unapproachable.

Additionally, from his exposed arm, one could see a tattoo-like pattern of a Chijiao on his back.

The Chijiao was lifelike, as if it wanted to break out from his back.

Yet, despite having such an appearance, the monk always maintained a compassionate expression of pity for the world on his face.

Though his body was like a wrathful Vajra, he wore the expression of a Bodhisattva with lowered brows.

"Sigh..."

The Chijiao monk sighed toward the place where Ren Yidao and the others had vanished, put his hands together, shook his head, and said slowly:

"These young benefactors have yet to see through it; when will the fighting and killing ever end?"

It would not be strange for these words to come from a monk's mouth, but if one considered his true form, it was hard not to feel a sense of weirdness in one's heart.

The barefoot monk sighed and muttered to himself:

"Since that battle, Heaven and Earth have changed greatly, the Immortal Realm is no longer manifest, and the path of Ascending to Immortality is broken. Rather than continuing to dwell on the conflict between humans and demons, it is better to accumulate more virtuous karma to bolster oneself."

"Slaughter is but an evil path."

"Cultivation is the only righteous path."

"How virtuous, how virtuous."

He did not recite the name of any Buddha, but merely shook his head, closed his eyes, and hid himself in the mist.

The 1,500-mile mark of Death Valley, where no one had ever set foot, was once again shrouded in thick fog.

Within the white mist, only the Chijiao monk's murmurs, sounding like a self-muttering or a sigh, echoed:

"That benefactor's path... although it seems to differ somewhat from expectations, it seems he has not gone astray by a lucky mistake."

"It is truly enviable."

"I wonder when my Heavenly Dragon Path will be realized?"

The Chijiao monk's figure gradually dissipated, hiding away completely, and everything returned once again to the previous silence.

He had originally intended to continue his cultivation just like that, but after several attempts, he did not succeed.

Because, in this vast space, there remained an uninvited guest.

The Black Fire Ghost Ape in deep sleep was constantly emitting huge snoring sounds; despite there being only one monkey, the momentum was as vast as a thousand troops and horses.

"Snore! Ha..."

(Creak, creak)

Pfft—

Sleeping naked, grinding teeth, snoring, farting... the four most lethal elements were all gathered.

Chijiao monk: "..."

After a moment of silence, the originally formless mist gradually gathered and became solid, forming a giant palm above the head of the Black Fire Ghost Ape.

It slapped fiercely onto the Ghost Ape's face!

Slap!

"Hmm! Hmm!?"

The Black Fire Ghost Ape, having been slapped, woke up, yawning while raising a hand to scratch its belly.

"Ha—"

The Ghost Ape stretched lazily.

"Why am I here?"

It scratched its head, feeling its scalp both itchy and painful, its cheeks burning, and its two legs aching as well.

"Hiss..."

Who am I? Where am I? What's for dinner?

The Ghost Ape scratched the half of its face that didn't hurt in confusion, feeling that the whole monkey was not okay.

No, it thought wrong.

There is no most painful, only more painful.

Everything before it was not enough to make it truly collapse.

The somewhat depressed Ghost Ape habitually reached toward its waist, wanting to add some flavor to its bitter mouth.

But it felt its left waist, nothing.

It felt its right waist, still nothing.

Then it felt its left waist again... it finally realized the problem.

"Gourd!"

"Where is my Treasure Gourd!!!"

Where is my gourd that was so big?

The Demon Qi Essence stored inside the gourd!

My Monkey Wine!

My gourd!

The Ghost Ape wailed in a breakdown, just about to vent the anger in its heart to its surroundings, but before it could act, its backside suddenly felt a pain.

Slap!

Then, the Black Fire Ghost Ape was whipped by a great force on its backside, and like a cloud-riding spirit, it flew directly forward—

"Hmm!!?"

Even while flying through mid-air like a missile, the Black Fire Ghost Ape still hadn't figured out what exactly had happened to it.

"What exactly happened?"

"... What exactly happened?"

"Ran away?"

Ren Yidao tilted his head back, raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight, and squinted at the blue sky above.

Having stayed in the gloomy environment for too long, he was still a bit unaccustomed to suddenly feeling such bright sunlight.

Splash, splash, splash.

And the waves that were rising and falling continuously, submerging his knees, made it even harder for him to concentrate.

"Where is this?"

Ren Yidao leaped up from the water, wanting to stand steadily on the surface, but he fell back down again.

"Hmm? I have no Dharma Power?"

Is this one of the costs of a forced teleportation?

Ren Yidao kept his guard up and didn't delve into it, first tilting his head to look around.

Sunlight, ocean, beach, desert island... Oh!

"I understand."

Ren Yidao nodded, understanding in his heart.

"It's a swimsuit episode!"

Since ancient times, the seventh and eighth episodes are for fan service, with hot springs, swimsuits, and summer festivals.

Looking around again, Ren Yidao couldn't help but feel a surge of poetic inspiration and immediately composed a poem:

"Ah!

Sky, you are so blue.

Ah!

Clouds, you are so white.

Ah!

Sea, you are so wavy."

Ren Yidao: "..."

"Cough cough... Having stayed in the cave for too long, it seems my brain has also developed some problems."

Having luckily escaped from the hands of an Ask Dao Realm Great Demon, even Ren Yidao felt a lingering fear.

Don't think he is cowardly.

That was no stray cat or dog, nor was it some deranged, insane monkey.

It was an Asking Dao Great Demon whose allegiance was unknown!

Just thinking about the situation earlier, Ren Yidao felt a lingering fear.

He knew that he was able to escape not by luck, but because the other party had no intention of stopping him.

If the Chijiao had the will, none of the three of them would have been able to run away.

"Fire-Eyed Mist Dragon, ranked second on the Great Demon Ranking... This strength, is it roughly the top five in the Eastern Wasteland? No, its true strength might have a chance to rank in the top three!"

This gold content is much higher than that of the Sect Leader Sikong Yu, who sealed himself in a stone statue.

(Sikong Yu: 【It feels like someone is scolding me?】)

Using the Sect Leader as a target for defamation to attack in his heart, Ren Yidao, who was finding joy in suffering to escape reality, twitched his mouth and threw back the crab he had just grabbed from the sea.

"Who could have imagined that this tiny Death Valley would be full of hidden talents; having one Black Fire Ghost Ape was enough, but there was actually an expert!"

At this moment, after knowing the existence of the Fire-Eyed Mist Dragon, looking back at the attitudes of the Kings of the Eastern Wasteland, he seemed to have some new realizations.

Perhaps, some of them also knew of the existence of the Fire-Eyed Mist Dragon?

"Hard to say, forget it! Anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

"Senior Uncle Gongsun and the others are a full thousand miles away from where the Mist Dragon appears, and I have taken the Ghost Ape away, so there shouldn't be any other demon beasts that can pose a threat to them."

"There shouldn't be any casualties... Oh, that's also hard to say."

As the saying goes, every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor.

Although there were some unexpected developments in this trial, and some could even be considered a *deus ex machina*, in the final analysis, it all had to be blamed on one person.

Hu Wanwan.

If it weren't for his schemes, these people would not have encountered such great danger.

He had been teleported here and had no way to get involved.

As for how others will repay Hu Wanwan's kindness, Ren Yidao has no way of knowing.

"Sigh! The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

Evasion is useless; it is better to honestly start facing the bleak reality.

Suddenly appearing on this strange, subtropical-style beach, at this point, how could Ren Yidao not guess what exactly Yaoyue crushed?

An ultra-long-distance directional Transmission Stone.

Similar to the Ten Thousand Mile Trace-Free Talisman in his memory, the effect is not much different.

Transmission Stones themselves are already very rare, and most are collected to build transmission arrays.

And the kind of portable Transmission Stone that Yaoyue used is several grades higher in terms of production craft and difficulty.

"It's just that I don't know if it was directional or a random transmission; if it was directional... where would I be now?"

However, judging from the abnormalities and discomfort during the transmission, this Transmission Stone probably wasn't enough for three people to use together.

Although it did successfully activate, it likely only exerted part of its function, and it is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the destination.

"In any case, let's sort out the current situation first."

"Bad news: I've lost contact with the Soul Seeds planted in the Consciousness Sea of Jiang Mingzhi and the others."

Ren Yidao can vaguely sense their location, but he cannot communicate with them as he did before.

"It's fortunate that it wasn't completely severed; it's probably just because the distance is too great."

After previous tests, the communication limit of the Soul Seed is roughly one full Shenzhou, which means that at this moment, the distance from the original location has already exceeded the distance across the east and west ends of the Eastern Wasteland.

"But compared to this good news, this bad news is not worth mentioning."

Ren Yidao raised his hand and clenched it, closed his eyes to carefully sense for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Heh, it has to be me."

"The senses are still connected to the Fox Tail Clone; there is no abnormality whatsoever."

As Ren Yidao's divine sense moved, the white fox far away in Wentian City made the same movement simultaneously.

In the study of Feng Palace, the white fox sleeping soundly beside the stove opened its mouth and yawned.

"Ha~"

Li Fengyao, who was buried in her work at the desk, smiled when she heard the movement behind her and fed the orange warmed beside the hand warmer into the white fox's mouth.

Mmm, mmm, mmm...

The white fox did not resist, just opened its mouth to swallow it without even opening its eyes, and fell back into a dream.

Li Fengyao shook her head with a laugh, raised her hand to stroke the fox's head twice, and went back to work at her desk.

She is very busy, and also very hardworking.

When ordinary people are resting, she is still silently enduring the loneliness.

But after having this white fox for company, Li Fengyao feels that she is no longer so lonely.

"The orange is actually quite sweet."

Ren Yidao smacked his lips, expressing his approval of Li Fengyao's technique for picking oranges.

The main body is surviving on a deserted island in an unknown sea, while the clone is living a peaceful life in Wentian City.

... Such a thing naturally does not exist.

Whether it is the clone or the main body, they are both himself; there has never been any other relationship.

Being strict with oneself is good, but being strict with "greening" oneself is not advisable.

The good news about the Fox Tail Clone made Ren Yidao feel a little more at ease.

This place is not in the Eastern Wasteland Divine Continent, and it is very likely not even within the Four Divine Continents, but even spanning two domains, his connection with the Fox Tail Clone has not been affected in any way.

No delay, no errors.

"The tail is truly amazing! As expected of my tail, praise the tail!"

What principle such an astonishing ability is based on, Ren Yidao does not know, nor does he have any intention of getting to the bottom of it.

In short, it's just "As expected of my tail, it's really awesome!" and that's that.

It's good enough to have a talent ability; why fuss over so much?

"With Jiang Mingzhi and the others as human beacons, even if I don't know the art of stargazing, I won't lose my way while sailing on the vast ocean."

"At the same time, with the Fox Tail Clone in Wentian, I can also contact Senior Sister and the others."

Relying on these two points, going home should not be a problem.

"As for my own strength, my Dharma Power is exhausted, but it is not impossible to replenish; it just needs time to recover slowly."

The Spirit Qi on this island is extremely thin, pitifully only one percent of the outer sect area of the Divine Path Sect.

But no matter how small a mosquito's leg is, it is still meat; as long as there is no complete prohibition of Dharma here, it doesn't matter.

Time, Ren Yidao is probably not lacking in that right now.

With his own situation sorted out, Ren Yidao finally cast his gaze toward the island he was on.

A glance revealed no traces of Demon Beasts, but there were ordinary animals present.

No, it's not that Demon Beasts couldn't be seen at all.

"Oh?"

Ren Yidao tilted his head, watching a wisp of silver-gray flash at the edge of his vision.

Wading over, Ren Yidao saw Cang Lan with her eyes tightly closed, just as he had expected.

"... Cough, cough."

Cang Lan is still alive.

But she is not going to make it.

After running while overdrawing her life force following a severe injury, plus the torment of the teleportation, Cang Lan's flame of life was already like a candle flickering in the wind; the next wave to hit would be enough to slap her dead on the beach.

She, this proud and loyal prodigy of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, was truly about to die this time.

Looking at this weak creature hanging by a thread, the corners of Ren Yidao's mouth curled up slightly.

"Who would have thought that 'beachcombing' could really lead to finding treasure, folks!"

Ren Yidao sighed with emotion as he slowly reached his hand toward Cang Lan's chest...

"Hmm?"

Slap!

Cang Lan, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes, her right hand gripping Ren Yidao's wrist tightly, her eyes filled with a fierce light as she hissed:

"Go to hell..."

Slap!

Cang Lan, who had been feigning sleep, had succeeded.

She had successfully controlled Ren Yidao's arm and seized the initiative.

When experts trade blows, being just one step faster is often enough to secure victory.

Cang Lan made her move!

She sprang up from the ground, biting toward Ren Yidao's neck with a desperate, scorched-earth determination.

Kill!

And then...

She was struck on the neck by a palm from Ren Yidao's other free hand.

Crack.

"Gah—"

The heroic warrior hung her head without a sound, truly fainting this time.

"..."

Ren Yidao raised his right hand, lifted Cang Lan up to examine her, and then sighed with a hint of envy:

"Young people are great; they can fall asleep whenever they want. I really envy your baby-like sleep."