Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 978 - 578: Breaking Free from Shackles

"You’re overthinking it, I, the Primordial Chaos Martial Ancestor, am capable of anything!" Shen Gongbao said dismissively.

"Capable of anything? Does the Chaos Martial Ancestor know that the mark on the Dark Supre hasn’t been removed?" Xuanji asked in shock.

"Of course he knows, how could he not? The Martial Ancestor said that this Land of the Forsaken Husk is a trial ground left by the Great Path for his disciples." Shen Gongbao continued.

"Look at that World Supre, doesn’t he look like he’s gravely ill?"

Xuanji Supre quickly nodded, indeed he did appear severely ill.

"Now look at the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning, does he look sick?"

"Yes!"

Xuanji Supre affird.

Even eating his own master, if that’s not insane, what is?

"I can’t see what’s wrong with Lu Yang for the mont, but speaking of Qing Lan, to be honest, she has feelings for that powerful figure of the Great Path..." Shen Gongbao said.

Xuanji suddenly realized.

Isn’t Qing Lan the disciple of the Great Path?

In the heavens, such scenarios were not uncommon.

Though it may go against ethics, strength is the ultimate reason.

But given what Shen Gongbao said, Xuanji understood that the Great Path did not reciprocate Qing Lan’s feelings and wanted to straighten her out.

"The Martial Ancestor said that Qing Lan’s feelings towards the Great Path might simply be admiration and attachnt, but Qing Lan is confused by these emotions, thinking it is love. The purpose of this is for Qing Lan to understand what she truly wants, who she truly loves!" Shen Gongbao finished without saying more.

At this mont, the Supre of Darkness was trembling all over.

Watching the severely injured Qing Lan, wanting to move, but unable to.

Unable to move at all.

Tears kept flowing continuously.

Qing Lan was his beloved, ever since eting Qing Lan, darkness had completely collapsed.

He was always willing to stay by Qing Lan’s side.

And what had he done?

"Qing Lan, give the punishnt ruler, and I will spare your life!" the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning shouted sternly.

As he spoke, he moved to snatch the punishnt ruler, flashing to Qing Lan’s side.

Yet Qing Lan suddenly laughed: "My master’s punishnt ruler, I won’t hand it over to the likes of you!"

The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning sensed sothing amiss, but at that mont, a light flashed by Qing Lan’s side.

It was a small tower.

This was a Chaotic Spiritual Treasure controlled by Qing Lan.

"Bang!"

The small tower suddenly exploded, the powerful shockwave forced everyone to retreat, even the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning quickly retreated into the void, though he was not unscathed.

Even with his power, facing the explosion of a Chaotic Spiritual Treasure posed a considerable risk of injury.

Qing Lan knew that this strike would not kill the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning, and taking advantage, she tossed the jade ruler, vanishing into the chaos without a trace.

"Courting death!" The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning manifested again, heading towards Qing Lan.

But Qing Lan, with blood continually spurting from her mouth, smiled and said, "I will not let you succeed..."

Upon witnessing this, Lu Yang was horrified.

He knew that Qing Lan’s cultivation technique and Spiritual Treasure were intertwined.

If Qing Lan self-destructed her Chaotic Spiritual Treasure, she would suffer imnse consequences.

Already severely injured, now she had self-destructed her Chaotic Spiritual Treasure, and the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was attacking as well.

Lu Yang’s aura suddenly surged, and he raised his sword once more.

In an instant.

The mighty force shattered the cage the World Supre had woven around him, and not only that, it completely severed the World Supre’s hand.

"What power!" the World Supre exclaid, looking at the severed limb, rembering it with trepidation.

Just now, Lu Yang’s strike was comparable to a move from a Chaos Lord-level being.

But regarding this, the World Supre was instead particularly pleased.

Because he aid to force Lu Yang to unleash that strike.

After all, he knew Lu Yang was already injured, with no extra power to strike again like that!

But suddenly, a flash of astonishnt crossed the World Supre’s eyes, quickly concealed.

"Interesting!"

The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning had already arrived, ready to unleash a palm strike on Qing Lan, and Qing Lan was unperturbed, just waiting for the palm to land.

In her mind, images of her master’s figure flashed, her master’s face, but soon she realized sothing was wrong, that person didn’t seem to be her master!!

"Bang!"

The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning’s palm landed solidly.

Yet, Qing Lan found herself completely unhard.

At the mont she opened her eyes, it was that familiar face.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."

That face was filled with trepidation, eyes brimming with apology.

"No—" Qing Lan caught the falling figure in her arms, tears streaming down.

"What are you doing? What exactly do you want to do? Didn’t I tell you to protect this body, to protect this face? Why didn’t you listen to ..."

"But... I wanted to protect you more!" the Dark Supre smiled.

From the mont Qing Lan chose him, from when she gave him a foreign face.

He knew he was just a substitute.

A dispensable substitute.

But the Dark Supre never had any complaints.

He felt that staying by Qing Lan’s side was the greatest blessing of his life.

Seeing her smile, he followed suit in joy.

Seeing her sad, he too would feel hurt.

She was everything to him, he would do anything for her.

Until... he stabbed her uncontrollably just now.

Just now, darkness was filled with hatred, hating the World Supre’s cruelty.

Hating his own weakness, never able to help.

Hating his body for being so disappointing.