Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System
Chapter 650 - 422: Strength Skyrockets

Chapter 650: Chapter 422: Strength Skyrockets

"Although my strength may not be formidable, when it comes to the dao heart, who can match me!"

Under the torment of the Demon Head’s resentment, Cang Lan’s face twisted viciously, his expression full of agony.

He was unwilling to give up, unwilling to let go of this opportunity to grow stronger.

Just like when he was weak, he never wanted to let go of any chance.

Even if the Demon Head’s erosion was great, he never gave up.

Even when his Primordial Source began to scatter, he did not sever it like Zheng Kang in order to break free from the Demon Head.

"Hmph! Who would have thought this piece of trash could hold on this long, but so what?" Zheng Kang said coldly, "Once his Primordial Source completely disperses, when all of it is devoured by the Demon Head’s resentment, his end will come!"

Zheng Kang was somewhat surprised that Cang Lan could hold on for so long.

But that was all it was, just surprise.

In the face of the Demon Head, Cang Lan’s resistance was futile.

Not only that, but the Demon Head had already begun to devour his Primordial Source, even starting to consume his Divine Patterns.

"Hee hee hee—"

The Demon Head’s laugh wreaked havoc.

It would not be long before the resentment completely extinguished Cang Lan.

"Fools!"

Zhifang and Tian Hang, two Supremes, watched with disdain.

In their eyes, Cang Lan was an idiot.

The path of becoming a Supreme was immensely difficult, something they knew all too well.

To sacrifice one’s life for a treasure—how foolish was that?

Better to keep the green hills without worrying about firewood.

In just a few moments, the Primordial Source of Cang Lan had been devoured to a mere sliver.

Even the few Divine Patterns he once had were mostly consumed in this moment.

At that instant, Cang Lan was barely clinging to life.

In less than three breaths, he would surely die!

This act was incomprehensible to many.

"From the moment I stepped onto the path of cultivation, I always sought to turn the small into great, to wrest life from the jaws of death."

"All of you know that I achieved the dao before Liquor Sword, but none of you truly understand why I was able to do so."

"In your eyes, it might all be due to my luck, but..."

Cang Lan’s complexion was deathly pale.

Even Supremes could not withstand the Demon Head’s devouring power.

"If one does not possess the courage to risk everything, the eternal fortitude to face death, then what is the point of seeking the Great Path..."

As these words fell, the last Divine Pattern of Cang Lan was swept away by resentment, his Primordial Source utterly vanished!

"Why!?"

Many powerful beings sighed with regret.

Especially the Supremes and Saint Emperors of the Myriad Realms, they felt a deep sorrow.

In the Myriad Realms Epoch, it was first the Buddha Lord who met his demise, and now Cang Lan had perished, significantly weakening the Myriad Realms’ strength.

If even the positions of Supreme were to be snatched by the Secret Forces, what could they use to resist the Epoch’s great calamity?

"Pan Ancestor, with Cang Lan gone, the one most suited for that treasure is me!" Zheng Kang proclaimed loudly.

"Gone? Who said he’s gone!?" Pan Ancestor stated emotionlessly.

Zheng Kang and the others were taken aback.

What did that mean?

If Cang Lan’s Primordial Source and Divine Patterns had both been devoured by resentment, could there still be a possibility of resurrection?

They had never heard of a Supreme who had died and then been resurrected.

Suddenly, in the place where the Supreme of the Blue Waves had disappeared, a black blossom unfolded its glamorous glow.

Petals from the flower fluttered down one by one, ripples stirring with each fall.

At the same time, within that void, a figure gradually began to appear.

"This—"

Zheng Kang, who was waiting on the sidelines for Pan Ancestor to bestow the treasure upon him, was stunned.

He had always believed that, as the most pure heir of Pan Ancestor, imbued with the strongest will of the Physical Technique, the treasure belonged to no one but him. If even he could not subdue the treasure, then there was no one else who possibly could!

It shouldn’t be this way!

Cang Lan was merely the weakest of the Supremes, his primary cultivation was not even the Physical Technique.

Moreover, wasn’t he dead?

Why...

It wasn’t just him— the other two Supremes were also confounded.

They all had witnessed with their own eyes Cang Lan’s death.

But the aura emanating from the figure that had just appeared was unmistakably that of Cang Lan.

Cang Lan was alive again!!?

"The way of the Physical Technique is not necessarily about inheriting the Physical Art, nor about cultivating the will of the Physical Technique. What the Physical Technique truly represents is that unyielding heart." Pan Ancestor declared.

"All of you thought that by subduing the Demon Head with your own power, you would pass the test, but you are all wrong. This test is about coming to life through the approach of death, about the determination to sacrifice one’s life in the pursuit of the dao. Which of you three can do this?"

With Pan Ancestor’s question, Zheng Kang and the other two Supremes fell silent.

After a moment of silence, Zheng Kang couldn’t help but say, "There is a second life in the Myriad Realms Epoch, in the previous life, Cang Lan also conceded, he escaped by feigning death, so how can it be said that his dao heart is unyielding?"

He was not convinced!

The Myriad Realms had actually gone through two Epochs.

In the first Epoch, the Supremes of the Myriad Realms faked their deaths, even treating the lives of the Myriad Realms’ beings as if they were nothing.

On this matter, Pan Ancestor did not respond.

In Zheng Kang’s opinion, his defection to the Secret Forces was the same in nature as Cang Lan’s feigned death.

But what he didn’t realize was that his defection was akin to being a dog to his masters.

Cang Lan’s feigned death, on the other hand, epitomized his resoluteness.

Cang Lan’s success in the dao was certainly not all about being uncompromisingly stubborn or fearless.

Instead, upon seeing an opportunity, he was willing to risk it all, to strive for it.

Clearly, as things stood, Cang Lan had gambled correctly, fought rightly.

In the area enveloped by the black blossom, that figure also became gradually clearer.

At this moment, Cang Lan appeared to be largely unchanged.

If there were any subtle differences, it was that a mysterious rune now adorned his forehead.

It was this symbol that filled Zheng Kang with envy and resentment.

Because as the successor of half of the Physical Art Scripture, he recognized that this was the mark of Pan Ancestor’s Primordial Source.

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