Chapter 2615: Crossing the River of Ti, Heading Towards the Past
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Ruochen, I’ve been chasing you hardly.”
Gong Nanfeng’s voice ca from the distant starry sky.
A mont later, he flew to Zhang Ruochen, panting. He looked exhausted and said, “Do you have anything to eat? I’m starving! I’m too tired. Why did you run so far…
Zhang Ruochen looked at Gong Nanfeng in a daze. Then he looked at the Lord of Nephilim Island. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a long ti before recovering. He took a sacred dicine from his Ring of Dinsions and handed it to him.
Gong Nanfeng looked at the fragrant sacred dicine and frowned. He said, “This thing doesn’t taste good either.”
“Understood.”
Zhang Ruochen took back the sacred dicine. He took out a bag of green spirit fruits, a pot of llow wine, and a piece of dried savage beast jerky.
Gong Nanfeng was overjoyed and gobbled it down.
He said vaguely as he chewed, “Ruochen, you know well.”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes were still full of doubt. He said, “Weren’t you taken away by Bai Qing’er?”
Gong Nanfeng gnawed on the fist-sized Riyofruit with one hand and held the wine pot with the other. His face was so swollen that it was deford. He said, “She said the Tensho Compass is with you. It’s useless to keep there, so she let go! Did you really take the Tensho Compass back from her? How did you take it back?”
The Dragon Lord had indeed returned the Tensho Compass to Zhang Ruochen. Of course, he also took back the Shenlong Chaos Tower of Sun and Moon. Zhang Ruochen thought for a mont and said, “Yes.”
Zhang Ruochen suddenly thought that the Tensho Compass and Gong Nanfeng might be the key to his return to the Infernal Court and gaining the trust of the Fane of Destiny.
Although the Tensho Compass was a Divine Artifact, it could not be seen.
Once it was seen, it would definitely be attacked by Infernal Court and Fane of Destiny.
In that case, sending it back to Fane of Destiny was better.
It was far less important to Zhang Ruochen than to Emperor Ming, no matter how good a Divine Artifact was.
Gong Nanfeng stared at Zhang Ruochen with admiration. He said, “Ruochen is indeed a peerless genius of Infernal Court. Bai Qing’er has already beco a god, but you can still take back the Divine Artifact from her. This is a miracle.
It’s almost impossible to do.”
Zhang Ruochen knew that Gong Nanfeng would have doubts.
After all, it was impossible for a Supre Saint to take back the Divine Artifact from a god. Even Gong Nanfeng didn’t believe it. How could the god of Fane of Destiny believe it?
Zhang Ruochen sighed, “That temptress is indeed powerful, so I can only use tricks. Ah, in short, the sacrifice is great.”
“What sacrifice?”
Gong Nanfeng stared at Zhang Ruochen attentively, and his interest was piqued.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, “It’s disgraceful. It’s hard to explain.
Maybe I’ll have to go to the Enchanteur Chamber to marry her soon.”
Gong Nanfeng was shocked. He put down the food in his hand and bowed to Zhang Ruochen. He said, “Ruochen, you used your body to feed the temptress to take back the Divine Artifact. This beauty trick is indeed disgraceful, but it is very touching. I express my heartfelt gratitude on behalf of the Fane of Destiny and Divination Division.”
Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, “Please keep it a secret for . This is the biggest stain in my life.”
“Understood.”
Gong Nanfeng’s eyes were red, and he couldn’t calm down for a long ti.
Although Gong Nanfeng was a cultivator of Fane of Destiny, the Lord of Nephilim Island had no intention of killing him. As a Grand Supre Master, he wouldn’t vent his emotions on a junior.
The Lord of Nephilim Island stood calmly at the side. Gong Nanfeng claid to be omniscient, but it was as if he could not see him at all. This made Zhang Ruochen even more amazed at the terrifying spiritual power of this Grand Master.
After Gong Nanfeng had eaten his fill, he finally noticed the ancient temple in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes shone brightly. He said in shock, “Suru Temple, is this…?”
There were three Buddhist characters on the ancient temple’s plaque, “Suru Temple.” They were filled with vicissitudes of life.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t hide it from him. He said, “That’s right. It’s where Saint
Monk Sumi used to preach and ditate.”
Gong Nanfeng knew that Zhang Ruochen was the descendant of Saint Monk Sumi. It wasn’t strange that he could find Suru Temple. Naturally, he was filled with respect for Saint Monk Sumi, who was once a mighty peerless figure. He quickly put his palms together and bowed.
Whether cultivators from Celestial Court or Infernal Court, it was worth bowing to the forr ho of a superior like Saint Monk Xumi.
When one was powerful enough, the younger generation would undoubtedly have respect for him as long as there was no direct hatred between the two sides.
Gong Nanfeng said in a low voice, “Chen, can I go in with you?”
Perhaps it was because Zhang Ruochen did not hesitate to use a beauty trap to help him get the Divine Artifact back. Gong Nanfeng was very touched, and even his address beca more cordial.
“Aren’t you going back to the Fane of Destiny?” Zhang Ruochen took out the Tensho Compass and handed it to him.
Gong Nanfeng took the Tensho Compass and said with a bitter face, “I’m too weak. What if soone takes away the Divine Artifact on the way? Chen, you can’t leave alone.”
Zhang Ruochen felt nauseous, but there was nothing he could do. He said, “Fine! But it’s my first ti coming to the Suru Temple. I don’t know if there’s any danger inside.”
“I feel safe with you here,” Gong Nanfeng said.
The Lord of Nephilim Island knew Zhang Ruochen wanted to use Gong
Nanfeng to return to Infernal Court. He said, “It’s fine. Let him follow!”
The Lord of Nephilim Island walked at the front. He arrived at the wasteland outside the ancient temple by stepping on Fragnt of Space.
Zhang Ruochen and Gong Nanfeng passed through the shattered space and landed in the wasteland. Only then did they exactly feel the boundless Buddhist aura. Even though it was in ruins, it made them want to kneel and worship.
The sound of ancient Buddhist music seed to reach their ears through the River of Ti.
Zhang Ruochen lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, kowtowing deeply.
If it wasn’t for Saint Monk Xumi, Zhang Ruochen would have been killed by the awakeners of Kunlun. How could he have a second life?
If it wasn’t for Saint Monk Xumi’s preaching, Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t have achieved what he did today.
He kneeled and kowtowed.
It didn’t only represent Zhang Ruochen’s respect for Saint Monk Xumi but also his gratitude.
The Lord of Nephilim Island’s eyes were blurry and filled with thoughts. He said, “Ruochen, the mont Saint Monk Xumi chose you, he had already set a path for you to condense the Grade One Saintwill. He placed all his hopes on you. I hope you can beco the second Immovable Wisdom King, or even stronger than him.”
“Is that possible?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
The Lord of Nephilim Island said, “You have a chance as long as you condense the Grade One Saintwill.”
Every cultivator of Kunlun took pride in the Immovable Wisdom King. He was still irreplaceable in the eyes of the Lord of Nephilim Island and Saint Monk Xumi even after ten Yuan periods. He was an eternal monunt.
The Lord of Nephilim Island said, “800 years ago, the cultivators of Kunlun chose Chi Yao. But the Saint Monk chose you. His expectations for you are not only limited to reviving Kunlun but also greater.”
“I believe he should be pleased that you’ve co this far.”
“The opportunity for you to condense the Grade One Saintwill is inside. No one can predict the result. But along the way, I’ve seen a lot of potential in you that other cultivators don’t have. I have confidence in you.”
The Grade One Saintwill was too vague. The Lord of Nephilim Island didn’t have much hope, but he had to give Zhang Ruochen confidence. He couldn’t deny the result from the beginning.
Zhang Ruochen walked on the wasteland and stepped into the door of the Suru Temple. His eyes were unprecedentedly firm.
Gong Nanfeng wanted to follow him in, but he was blocked by scripture on the door. He stepped back and said, “Chen, I’ll wait for you outside. Be careful!”
The scene before Zhang Ruochen’s eyes changed drastically when he stepped into the temple door.
Splash.
The sound of rushing water rang in his ears. He looked around and saw that the entire dilapidated ancient temple was in a long river.
The ancient temple was like a boat sailing against the current. He didn’t know where it was going.
Above his head, the stars were disillusioned. The space kept breaking and condensing again.
There was Buddhist light emitting from the temple in front of him.
Zhang Ruochen cald his mind and walked to where the Buddha’s light was coming from. He went to an ancient hall.
There were six Buddha statues in the hall. One of them had three thousand feet long eyes and a kind face. The other one was tall and robust. His eyes were like torches, and he rode on a white elephant…
The six Buddha statues were all different, but they were all very holy. They were like real Buddhas. No one dared to have any evil thoughts.
“You’re finally here! ”
A faint voice sounded in the hall.
The voice didn’t seem like it ca from this world. It sounded like it ca from ancient tis.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze stopped below the altar.
He saw a monk with a broken body sitting cross-legged on the ground. There were many wounds on his body. His chest was pierced by sothing, and golden bones could be seen.
He seed to be alive. His body emitted soft Buddhist light.
With the place where he was sitting as the center, Mysterious Golden Scriptures flowed on the ground. Each scripture had the terrifying power to kill a Supre Saint.
He didn’t need to guess to know who this broken body was.
Tears filled Zhang Ruochen’s eyes. His heart was surging with excitent. He bowed and said, “Greetings, Saint Monk.”
His voice rang out again. “You have to walk your path. I only gave you a start. I never thought I would interfere too much on your path. The future is in your hands.”
Zhang Ruochen knew that the Saint Monk had long passed away. Even his divine power had been exhausted.
These words were most likely left behind when he was still alive. It was tough to imagine how the Saint Monk felt when he saw his future as a broken corpse.
Would he feel despair?
However, the future was full of variables. Perhaps this was just one of the directions.
Logically speaking, the Saint Monk’s voice must have appeared here in the past at this point.
The Saint Monk did not appear here. He only left behind a few voices. Did this an that the present future had deviated from the future that the Saint Monk went to?
The Saint Monk’s voice sounded again. “The key to condensing a Grade One Saintwill is ti and space. Now, we are on the River of Ti, back to the past, the beginning of ti, and the ti when space was still a singularity.”
“However, you have to be careful. When this ancient temple dies, you have to return imdiately. The way back is to use my corpse as a boat to accurately return to the current ti point. Whether or not you can condense the Grade One Saintwill, you have to rember this.”
Zhang Ruochen imdiately rushed out of the hall and looked at the rolling river outside the ancient temple. His eyes were dull, and he was extrely shocked.
This was above the River of Ti?
Going back to the past?
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