Chapter 585: A Little More Time (33 Today 1w)

Regarding the constant harassment on the network, Ren Yidao's method was very simple.

Drag them into the dark room and release the vicious dog!

It doesn't matter if the designated vicious dog isn't here; there is still the previous generation's vicious dog, who has even more vigor and bites even harder!

Although the one bitten this time doesn't seem to be the same person, it's not a big problem.

The other party's probing clearly came with malice, so no matter how you look at it, it doesn't count as a wrongful killing.

Ren Yidao performed a reverse deduction and discovered that the problem actually originated from Chijiao.

"Karmic connection related to Chijiao... That Master Qingzhan mentioned in Chijiao's mouth? Is he that strong?"

He hadn't expected that the other party would actually care so much about a Cauldron who was already dead.

"Seriously, what were you doing earlier? If you really liked her that much, why didn't you come to save her sooner?" Ren Yidao curled his lips, feeling that this guy was somewhat hypocritical.

During the battle, Chijiao had transmitted information outward more than once, hoping that Master Qingzhan could come to rescue her, but she never received a reply; the other party had directly ignored her death.

"Only thinking of it now, I'm afraid it's because he couldn't save face, right?"

Although the process was basically all wrong, the answer was, by a stroke of luck, indeed not far off.

It was just that Ren Yidao, after all, did not have a god's-eye view and had not calculated that the monk Chijiao would actually get involved in it; the one who came looking just now was not Master Qingzhan, but his biological father.

"I say, you... did you just treat me as a dog?"

The sound of Yaoyue gritting her teeth rang in his ears, causing Ren Yidao to straighten his expression and say seriously: "No, absolutely not!"

"How would I dare to treat Master as a dog!? How could I, as a disciple, have such a thought of betraying my master and ancestors!?"

You don't have it?!

Yaoyue glared fiercely at Ren Yidao, very much wanting to expose his hypocritical face.

Or rather, when have you ever respected me, you guy?

Huh?

Ren Yidao ignored Yaoyue's murderous gaze and continued with a straight face: "Besides, if I treated you as a dog, wouldn't I be the same?"

You are a fox, and I am a fox.

If I treat you as a dog, am I not also a dog?

"... Hmph." Although Yaoyue was still somewhat suspicious and felt that he seemed to be hiding something, she finally accepted this explanation reluctantly.

Because in her understanding, although this guy Ren Yidao was somewhat shameless, he was still very proud deep down, possessing that pride belonging to a Heaven-gifted genius.

After barely coaxing Yaoyue, Ren Yidao nodded to himself.

Isn't it just a dog.

... Huhu can be one.

Anyway, everyone is of the canine family, it makes no difference.

The pride of a Heaven-gifted genius?

What use is that thing?

Huhu has flexible bottom lines that can change at any time depending on the situation.

After Yaoyue went off to torment Canglan to vent her frustration, Mingxin, who was on the side, walked to Ren Yidao's side and asked softly: "Daoist, are we just going to keep waiting like this?"

"Hmm, wait for a while longer; others will be unable to hold on sooner than we will." Ren Yidao looked up at the little Novice Monk and raised an eyebrow: "Are you anxious?"

"... A little." Mingxin hesitated for a moment, but still chose to be honest, "This little monk has felt uneasy all day today; I always feel that something big is about to happen, and I fear the upcoming struggle for the Fozi will not be peaceful."

Mingxin sensed the change in the atmosphere over the Western Desert; this world had already become a hunting ground for mutual slaughter. After a period of killing, the remaining prospective Fozi had begun to divide: some were accumulating strength in the dark like them, while others chose to continue the slaughter.

"You say that, but was it peaceful before?"

It seems as if those people before were all coming up to throw their lives away directly; wasn't that also fighting?

Ren Yidao shook his head, exposing Mingxin's true thoughts: "In reality, you just feel that such hiding will cause more innocent people to be plunged into deep water and scorching fire, right?"

Mingxin was silent, and after a sigh, he nodded with difficulty.

He was not worried that Ren Yidao and the others would lose to others, but rather felt compassion for the ordinary people who were caught in the crossfire and died miserably during the slaughter.

"If we could stop them..." Halfway through his sentence, Mingxin closed his mouth, because he also understood that saying this had no meaning.

Acting now would not lead to any improvement.

The Western Desert is so vast that they cannot manage everyone, nor can they save everyone; and even without the struggle for the Fozi, mortals are in deep water and scorching fire every single day.

There is only one way to change this status quo, and that is to become the Fozi; only then can he truly save them.

"Mingxin, you indeed have talent, but you still lack too much seasoning." Ren Yidao patted his shoulder and turned to leave, "Be a bit more steady; not for yourself, but for them."

If one does not endure small things, one will spoil great plans.

Temporary endurance is not avoidance, but for the sake of greater schemes.

"... Many thanks for the Daoist's guidance." Mingxin bowed to Ren Yidao's departing figure.

He turned his head to look at Minghui, who was following beside Zhang Mang, his conviction growing firmer.

"As long as I wait a little longer, endure a little longer, that is enough."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and revealed a warm smile to his junior brother who had turned his head.

"Give me a little more time..."

"Tsk, if only you gave me a little more time."

"Time waits for no one; let it be this way."

Having made up her mind, Yaochi did not hesitate again, melting all the incomplete dragon souls into her robes, and then rushed into the deepest part of the pool, where there was a body identical to her own appearance.

The moment the two touched, Yaochi felt great resistance; her current state was not suitable for doing this, but she had no other choice.

Hum—

Accompanied by the trembling of the entire Dragon Transformation Pool, Yaochi's eyes slowly opened a crack, and at the same time, the water of the entire pool surged toward her body; her petite frame was like a bottomless pit, devouring the pool water in the Dragon Transformation Pool.

The water level dropped rapidly, and the pressure emitted by the pool water grew increasingly weak. Finally, when less than thirty percent remained, Yaochi opened her eyes completely and shot up from the bottom of the pool toward the sky.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure erupted from her body, then vanished in an instant, directly suppressed; from the outside, she looked just like an ordinary young girl.

Yaochi stiffly moved her limbs, as if re-adapting to this body, but within a moment, she had completely mastered it.

Her expression was somewhat regretful; she looked at the remaining pool water in the Dragon Transformation Pool and sighed: "If I could have had another half a year, I would have been able to absorb all the essence here into my body. By then, even if my strength couldn't be restored to half of what it once was, at least I could have stepped into the Half-Immortal realm, and self-preservation would not have been a problem."

"Now... alas, I can only give it up like this."

Yaochi also wanted to continue hiding for a while longer, but the changes in the outside world no longer allowed her to hesitate; just in the last half-month alone, she had detected no fewer than a hundred instances of prying.

Previously, she had used the excuse of Heavenly Court laws to bluff that so-called Azure Dragon Lord, which could hold them off for a moment, but it was absolutely impossible to hold them off forever.

As time passed, sooner or later, some idiot who didn't believe in evil would come to test it, and when that time came, her true state would be completely exposed.

"I have no choice but to leave, but the situation isn't too bad; there is an idiot little dragon waiting out there who can help me attract some attention."

Yaochi's gaze passed through the barrier and landed on Ao Zhun; she had left him here on purpose, just to wait for the right moment to use him to distract others.

She had thought it would take some effort, but she hadn't expected this fellow to be like someone possessed, constantly agonizing over those two problems, and he actually hadn't even tried to actively crack the Seal until now.

Although Yaochi was also very curious about the answers to those two problems, she still knew the difference between what was important and what was urgent, and did not remain immersed in them.

"But this is fine too; it saves a lot of trouble."

Yaochi looked at the nearly Fallen into Demon Ao Zhun, shook her head, and waved her hand to lift the Seal inside and outside the Dragon Transformation Pool.

"Little fellow, in return for your hard work, I will give you a stroke of fortune. As for whether you can actually grasp it in the end, that depends on your own destiny."

……

"If only I had a little more time!"

After this period of torment, Ao Zhun looked much more disheveled, but his spirit was exceptionally full, and he was constantly writing and drawing on the ground.

"I'm almost done calculating! Just a little bit more! Just a little bit more!!!"

"Haha! Haha, hahahaha!"

Just as Yaochi had speculated, Ao Zhun was on the verge of going mad at this moment.

At the beginning, he only felt pain from this pile of numbers, but as he delved deeper, he gradually experienced a kind of joy.

It was a feeling that Ao Zhun had never experienced in the past.

He did not know what this represented, but he felt that he was getting closer and closer to that final answer.

He even forgot that his lifespan was nearing its end, his whole heart immersed within it.

Until this moment, he heard the sound of a door opening.

Creak—

"……What?"

Ao Zhun raised his head in a daze and discovered that the wall where the problems were written had actually transformed into a magnificent door, and it was slowly opening.

He was stunned for a moment, then his spirit, which had been on the verge of madness, quickly returned to normal, and wild joy flashed in his eyes.

He felt the summons of his bloodline!

Heaven does not disappoint those who try; his ancestor had recognized him!

"Hahahaha!!!"

While laughing loudly, he rushed into the door without the slightest hesitation, never once considering that this might be a trap.

That summons in his bloodline could not be fake, and besides, he had already stayed here for so long; if it wanted to harm him, it would have done so long ago.

It must be that the ancestor has finally chosen me!

Ao Zhun did not notice that the moment he entered the Dragon Transformation Pool, a hidden figure walked out at the same time; the two of them directly swapped places.

"I shall undergo Dragon Transformation!"

And just as Ao Zhun excitedly leaped into the pool, the dragon-head gate of the Dragon Transformation Pool palace was also slowly pulling open.

Following Ao Zhun's entry, the calm pool water instantly boiled, turning into a golden-red color, and surged into Ao Zhun's body; the intense pain caused his face to twist.

"This power! Ahhh, hahaha!!!"

Yet at this moment, Ao Zhun laughed, feeling his bloodline being replaced, feeling the originally solid bottleneck gradually loosening.

As his strength continued to climb, Ao Zhun's expression grew increasingly arrogant; he remembered the schemes the Butian Alliance had used against him before.

"Hehe... Hahaha!"

"Butian Alliance! I will definitely make you pay the price!!!"

Ao Zhun's voice was like thunder, spreading out from the Dragon Transformation Pool, traveling very, very far across this world, drawing many gazes toward him.

They were very curious about who was so gutsy as to provoke the Butian Alliance at a time like this.

So fierce!