Chapter 845 Six Ears…
Chen Huai'an, who was walking at the front, paused slightly.
He clearly sensed a murderous intent emerging behind him.
It's obvious without even thinking that it belongs to Bi Yuewu.
"So you finally couldn't hold back?" Chen Huai'an sneered.
It doesn't matter; the mere True Spirit is certainly capable of putting up a fight.
Within this underground palace, who lives and who dies remains unknown.
At worst, the sect can recruit a few underlings to help.
At worst, he can escape to the Azure Cloud Realm.
I don't believe that Bi Yuewu can catch up to Cangyun Realm.
As the three fragments were pieced together, Chen Huai'an's premonition grew stronger. These fragments must be of great importance, containing a vast amount of cause and effect, and were the legacy left behind by those predecessors who died in countless reincarnations.
The purpose of the Nine Refining Mystic Array is to seal and suppress these inheritances.
Because they are things that can truly threaten the 꽭 gods.
As for why it was only sealed and not destroyed...
He figured that even those gods couldn't do that.
Chen Huai'an looked up, gazing at the floating peak at the very top.
Beneath the dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
A vast, ocean-like pressure emanated from the palace; it was an existence that even the Divine Race could not erase, and it was also the core of the Nine Heavens Refining Profound Array seal.
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The clouds and mist have dispersed.
The fourth floating peak is isolated where the Nine Heavens Gale is most fierce.
Unlike the previous desolate or scorching palaces, this one was surprisingly dilapidated.
Broken walls and shattered golden tiles.
It was as if a fierce battle, powerful enough to shatter the heavens, had once taken place here. The plaque above the main hall's door had long since broken in two, leaving only the character "圣" (Saint), swaying precariously in the wind.
"Hiss—! Such a strong demonic aura!"
Bi Yuewu's eyes were burned by the Nine Suns, and it seems that they have not fully recovered yet.
With her eyes squinting and tears streaming down her face, she caught a whiff of the lingering, arrogant demonic aura in the air, an aura that had endured for millennia. This aura filled her with awe and disgust.
"It seems that this fourth level is dedicated to a reckless and ignorant demon?"
He muttered to himself.
The others paid little attention and followed Chen Huai'an into the hall.
In the center of the main hall stands a stone statue clad in golden chainmail and wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown.
It holds a broken iron rod in its hand, maintaining a posture of looking up and letting out a long howl.
At first glance, it looks majestic, just like the legendary Great Sage Qi who dared to rival the mighty Qi.
Wang Shouyi's eyes lit up: "This...this could be the one who caused such a ruckus at the Heavenly Palace..."
Shh! Don't speak.
Chen Huai'an suddenly spoke, his voice deep.
The 놛 approached.
Only when you get closer can you see the mangled body hidden beneath the imposing armor.
The stone statue was not howling, but wailing.
There was no golden headband on its head. Instead, there were three thick, bone-piercing nails, each as thick as a child's arm, arranged in a "品" shape, which pierced through its skull. Black stone blood meandered down its mask, obscuring its eyes.
And its ears...
Not two.
On either side of the stone statue, there are six ears arranged in a bloody and mangled manner.
At this moment, all six ears were completely shattered.
It seemed to hear something—the sound of its mental breakdown—and was forced to shatter itself.
Its knees were broken.
It didn't want to kneel, but its legs were broken, forcing it to kneel.
It knelt on the ground, its hands gripping the broken stick tightly.
With its head tilted back, it looked as if it were confessing to some non-existent person in the void.
"This is... Six-Eared?"
Chen Huai'an stood in the shadow of the stone statue.
The golden handwriting, carrying an intense and unyielding sorrow, emerged from the broken stick.
Unlike the grand pronouncements of Shi Kuang, Hou Yi, and Chong Li.
The only response to the broken stick was a cowardly apology.
Master... I'm sorry.
I... am not a 놛 after all.
boom--!
Chen Huai'an was startled.
My consciousness was instantly pulled into a scorched battlefield.
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Eight hundred miles of heavy clouds obscure the sun.
The clouds above are filled with soldiers and generals, gods whose faces are obscured.
Chen Huai'an looked down at the stick he was gripping tightly in his hand.
As before, 놛늅 is for six ears.
Liu Er wore armor that didn't belong to him and gripped a golden cudgel that didn't belong to him; his whole body trembled. Not from fear, but because he had been acting for too long under this mask, so long that he was almost forgetting that he was just a six-eared macaque from the gutter, skilled at listening to music.
Fragments of memory flashed by like a revolving lantern.
"The Great Sage? Ha, the Great Sage was thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace to be refined into gold five hundred years ago."
“We need a substitute. A substitute who can complete the journey to the west for me, a substitute who can die for me.”
"Six Ears, you are good at listening and discerning reason, you shall act. Act convincingly, lest the gods and Buddhas laugh at you."
So he put on his armor.
He imitated that hero, hissing, roaring, and swinging his bat.
She protected the nagging monk, slaying demons and monsters along the way.
He thought he acted very well. He thought that as long as he swung the stick hard enough, he could shatter this damned fate, save his master, and become the real... Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
Until the foot of Mount Ling.
Until he swung his bat at that figure in the clouds.
The figure merely glanced down at the book in his hand and let out a soft chuckle.
"This cycle should play out like this: The demon monkey Liu Er, attempting to rebel, dies under the blows of his staff."
It was just one sentence.
An invisible "cause and effect" has arrived.
The iron rod in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a mountain, and he could no longer swing it even an inch.
In its six proud ears, it heard the mockery of all things, the monk's helpless sigh, and the sound of its own bones shattering.
"No matter how well you act, it's still fake."
"Your fate book is written with death."
"This is destiny, this is cause and effect, and it cannot be changed!"
puff!
Three bone-piercing nails fell.
All pride, all effort, are nothing but a farcical monkey show in the face of fate.
Everyone thought the one who died was a fake Wukong, and the one who was Buddha was the real Great Sage.
Little did they know.
The true Great Sage has long since turned to ashes.
The one who survived was nothing more than an actor whose spine had been broken, whose demon soul had been removed, and who had been implanted with puppet threads, and who from then on could only obediently chant scriptures...
The end of memory.
It was that dying monkey, kneeling in a pool of blood, carving words on the ground with its broken fingernails.
It cried like a child who couldn't find its home.
"Master... I don't want to become a Buddha... I just want to go back to Flower Fruit Mountain..."
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The image is shattered.
Chen Huai'an suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a heavy weight pressing on his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him.
The main hall remains dilapidated.
The stone statue still knelt there, its six ears shattered, blood and tears streaming down its face.
In a daze.
A memory that Chen Huai'an had never experienced before appeared in his mind.
It was a bright and sunny afternoon.
A monkey with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth sat on a futon, grinning and making a racket, unable to find any peace. Beside it was another monkey, which looked younger and had six ears, but sat upright and occasionally glanced at the other monkey with a hint of envy in its eyes.
A sour and astringent feeling was stuck in my throat.
Before Chen Huai'an could continue recalling...
A new line of gold characters then solidified before my eyes.
God controls cause and effect.
If you want to kill a god, don't get involved, and don't follow the law of cause and effect.
Only when something is considered a 'variable' is there a glimmer of hope.
variable?
As Chen Huai'an looked at the words, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the Black Scale Sword.
The variable that the 꽭 gods have been searching for is probably 놛?
That past and future shouldn't be in the drama of the God Clan.
Is 놛 the biggest variable?
No... No's body still has that gray aura, which means that No should not have escaped the cause and effect of the God Clan starting the cycle of reincarnation. Then why is No the variable?!
In that instant.
Chen Huai'an thought of Bai Jian.
I thought of Chen Wenyuan.
The white sword could be a corpse, as there was no gray aura on its body.
He severed his three corpses, in order to make a part of himself a variable?
But why does 놛 have absolutely no memory of severing the three corpses?
Why did you only have the cultivation level of a mortal at the beginning?
Chen Huai'an frowned, his mind a jumbled mess.
I have a feeling that I've grasped something, but it's also vague and elusive.
That's all...
Keep moving forward.
Perhaps the answer lies on that floating peak at the very top.
"call……"
After a long while, he exhaled a long breath and solemnly bowed to the stone statue.
"You're not fake."
Chen Huai'an said softly, "If you dare to swing your staff at me, you are the Great Sage."
The words fell.
Click.
The stone statue slowly loosened its grip on the broken stick.
A dull, yellowish hair floated down.
It then transformed into a tattered scroll in mid-air and fell into Chen Huai'an's hands.
This is not the legendary life-saving hair.
This was the only time in the life of the six-eared macaque that it "disobeyed".
The only time I tried to break free from the constraints left by fate... my rebellious spirit.
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