The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1341

Chapter 1341: Chapter 1338: Belief in the Ancestor Chapter 1341: Chapter 1338: Belief in the Ancestor “`

“At that time, Lingbo City will surely join the fray,” Shen Luo said expressionlessly in response to Sun Wukong's interrogation.

“Is your Rune Array not fully set up yet?” Flower Ten Women turned to Jue An and asked with a frown.

“Just missing the final Hunyuan Talisman, and it will be linked together, heh heh… Your smugness won't last much longer, macaque,” Jue An said, sweating profusely.

As he spoke, his hands formed a complex hand seal, and a giant Talisman half the height of a man slowly rose in the void before him, with charm patterns lighting up with golden light, igniting completely.

With a flourish of Jue An's hands forward, the enormous Talisman began to drift ahead, flying toward the Cages.

As the Talisman, sparkling with golden light, was about to cover the Golden Cage, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky, striking down abruptly.

“Boom!”

Thunderous Boom erupted, and purple lightning exploded.

The Golden Talisman was struck by a bolt of purple lightning, tearing apart from the center and dissipating into twinkling stardust.

“Who is it…” Jue An saw the destruction of the Hunyuan Talisman and was instantly filled with extreme anger.

Erlang furrowed his brows, his gaze suddenly lifting, only to see a figure materializing out of thin air above the Golden Cage, holding a Golden Staff, descending toward the cage.

“Sun Wukong… a doppelganger?” He couldn't make out the person's face against the light.

With a wave of his hand, the towering Water Waves that enveloped the golden water prison surged up once more, swirling towards the figure above.

However, the moment the surging waves touched the person, blue light shimmered through the water, parting like Lotus Petals, creating a passageway that allowed him to pass through unimpeded.

“Water-splitting Technique…” Erlang couldn't help but frown.

He knew that mastering the Water-splitting Technique wasn't difficult, but to divide the water he controlled was no small feat, which meant this person's water-element mystic arts must be of high grade. But from what sect or faction did he hail?

Just as he pondered this, he saw atop the waves stood a tall Teenager – it was Shen Luo.

Holding the Profound Yellow Staff in hand, his gaze was firmly fixed on Erlang below, filled with apparent perplexity.

“Who comes there?” Erlang asked with a frown.

“A Nameless nobody, True Monarch need not concern yourself. It's just that I truly can't comprehend why the True Monarch would collude with these evil demons, imposing upon Mount Fangcun?” Shen Luo asked with knitted brows.

Erlang had no intention of explaining anything, but faced with Shen Luo's gaze, he found himself, for some reason, patiently explaining.

“I merely seek Mount Fangcun's Map of Mountains and Rivers and ensure that henceforth they no longer admit disciples from other races. As long as the Bodhi Ancestor agrees to these two conditions, I can not only cease the siege on Mount Fangcun but also help them resolve other troubles.”

Upon hearing his words, Flower Ten Women grew greatly dissatisfied.

“True Monarch's words are too ruthless. Are the other factions in your eyes merely tools for use, to be turned against and fought at any moment?” Flower Ten Women asked.

Erlang looked at her indifferently and retorted, “Is it not so?”

Flower Ten Women stiffened upon hearing this, feeling somewhat depressed in her heart, sensing that Erlang was indeed a rare figure among the Immortals, not so hypocritical.

Shen Luo looked at Erlang, feeling quite conflicted.

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In the Dreamland of the future, they had been comrades fighting shoulder to shoulder, but now they had become enemies, crossing swords against each other.

“True Monarch, the Demon Clan is currently lurking out of sight of mortals, but their malicious intentions have never died. They want to deal with Mount Fangcun, do you really want to aid tyranny?” Shen Luo asked.

“The turmoil of the Three Realms; does it truly rest on the Demon Clan alone? Without the Demon Clan as a menace, wouldn't the Human Race still slaughter each other? Wouldn't the Immortal Clan still oppress other clans?” Yang Jian did not answer directly but countered with a question instead.

Upon hearing this, Shen Luo was taken aback and found himself at a loss for words for a moment.

The Demon Clan was only lying low for now; the original alliance between the Human and Immortal Clans was on the brink of collapse, and each had contradictions within themselves, so what Yang Jian said wasn't entirely without reason.

“The chaos of the Three Realms does not lie with one clan, but with the inability to maintain balance. The Human Race, the Demon Clan, the Immortal Clan, and even the Demon Race, all stand independently and check and balance each other. This is the ultimate balance that the Three Realms can achieve,” Yang Jian continued.

“If that's the case, shouldn't you protect Mount Fangcun even more?” Shen Luo asked, frowning.

Yang Jian understood what he meant and said, “Mount Fangcun teaches without discrimination, accepting all clans. Once it forms a massive force that combines humans, demons, and immortals, and also possesses the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers' that concerns the stability of the Three Realms, do you truly think that's a good thing?”

“I believe in Bodhi Ancestor,” Shen Luo said with a firm tone.

Hearing this, Yang Jian suddenly laughed and said, “You believe in Bodhi Ancestor, but if it comes to the situation we have now, where Bodhi Ancestor is assassinated by his own disciple, and Mount Fangcun falls into their hands, what then?”

Shen Luo looked toward Jue An, pointed out by Yang Jian, and fell into deep thought.

If Mount Fangcun were really controlled by someone like Jue An, it would certainly not be a good thing for the Three Realms.

But on second thought, Shen Luo found something strange… Wasn't it you, Yang Jian, who had colluded in the assassination of Bodhi Ancestor and the capture of Mount Fangcun?

How can you use this to turn the tables on me?

For a time, neither Shen Luo nor Yang Jian could convince the other.

“No matter what you think, when the Bodhi Secret Realm above us breaks, everything will become clear,” Yang Jian said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Shen Luo couldn't help but frown; they didn't have time to waste here.

“Great Sage, how is it going, are you ready?” Shen Luo asked after a period of telepathic communication.

“I've been ready for a long time, let's do this,” Sun Wukong chuckled with a 'heh heh'.

As his voice fell, he and Shen Luo both moved at the same time, mirroring each other as they each held a long stick in their hands, their figures twisting and turning, unleashing the Splashy Chaotic Stick.

In a flash, the howling wind rose, and layers of stick shadows appeared all around.

Seeing this, Flower Ten Women was immediately alarmed.

“Is this kid a descendant of Mount Fangcun or a member of the Flower Fruit Mountain tribe?” She couldn't figure it out for a moment but didn't dare to relax as before, quickly mobilizing her God's Power again to reinforce her Golden Cage.

Yang Jian, after a brief hesitation, suddenly clenched his five fingers together, and the Water Waves that Shen Luo had broken with the Water-splitting Technique closed again. This time, however, Shen Luo was also trapped within it.

Shen Luo immediately felt the pressure around him increase dramatically. He was just in the midst of the Water Waves but felt as though he was submerged in an endless ocean, with the force of the entire sea pressing upon him.

Just as he felt a heaviness in his chest, struggling to breathe, a mighty breath surged from below, dispersing more of the pressure, giving him slight relief, and his sluggish movements became fluid again.

Shen Luo knew it was Sun Wukong unleashing more strength below, sharing the burden, and focusing his gaze, he continued to wield the Splashy Chaotic Stick.