Chapter 2777 - 65: Ask Not for What Is Not Meant to Be_3

This Spider Queen simply said, "No matter how he got in, or how he concealed himself from the arrangements of the Great Ancestor of Shenxiao, he has to come out eventually. We are all here, aren’t we? Ancient gods have died before; just because they couldn’t sustain their glory thousands or tens of thousands of years ago, does that qualify them to rise again? The world hardly works this way."

In a certain sense, Chan Fayuan and Ji Xingkong are also devout believers. There is a certain reverence towards the so-called ancient deities. They did not partake in such discussions and instead engaged in a lukewarm debate over the orthodoxy of Buddhism.

And in secrecy, there was a voice passing through—

"It seems his formidable demon heart is almost losing control, hence he needs a Little Monster to vent his murderous intent."

"Not necessarily, he’s always been domineering, wasn’t he the same with Zhu Xuan and Quan Yingyang?"

"Yuan Xianting is truly domineering; Tiger Taisui has profound thoughts. Since he’s willing to stop, the key arrangement of Purple Wu Hills in this situation should fall on Yu Xin or that Zhu Zheng."

"Why not Xiong Sansi?"

"The more mysterious Xiong Sansi is, the more he is a diversion."

"In your view, is he about to succeed?"

"That’s uncertain. However, success or failure depends on timing, location, and harmony among people; sometimes it is just a thought away. What do you say?"

Tiger Taisui has always wanted to combine the strengths of humans, demons, and monsters, to exhaustively understand the principles of the universe, and to create the most perfect Dao Body in the world... thereby surpassing the Absolute Summit. This world does not know this, but for certain presences, it is no longer a secret.

Of course, this "knowing" has itself become a secret.

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"What do you think Xiong Sansi holds in his hands?"

In the Land of Shenxiao, there were also voices discussing Xiong Sansi.

A gentle voice, compassionate eyes... walking on the shaded path, Shujia Lan, with black lotus covering his forehead, surprisingly serene and peaceful.

Beside him, Lu Qilang walked carefreely and straightforwardly, not glancing sideways: "If you wish to die, just go ahead and take a shot at me."

"Lu Gongzi deeply misunderstands this poor monk! Don’t listen to the ramblings of that person surnamed Yang; they from Ancient Nan Mountain are habitual deceivers... Heh heh." In front of the piercing cold edge, Shujia Lan dispersed the Dharma Seal from his left hand: "Why does Gongzi walk so fast, without searching the roadside a bit, not afraid of missing any clues?"

"I do not rely on my eyes to find clues. What is meant to be will be, I seek not what is beyond my grasp." Lu Qilang said: "For instance, you obviously are not afraid of me, so why pretend to be?"

"The king of spirits, yes, I know, I know." Shujia Lan said: "What do you think of Xiong Sansi?"

"You seem very interested in him... Is he one of the purposes of your journey?" Lu Qilang marched on with big strides; though his tone seemed to ask a question, there was a sense of certainty in it.

"How could it be, Tiger Taisui has such a bad temper, who dares to provoke for no reason?" Shujia Lan laughed it off: "Just now with the Peaceful Ghost Messenger, you seemed to have discovered something?"

"Why not talk about it, what’s your judgment on Chai Asi, or rather, what have you noticed? I saw you looking at him several times, both openly and secretly. He must have something particularly attracting your attention." Lu Qilang said softly: "Actually, you and I have no conflict of interest, and our goals probably aren’t aligned... Just treat it as exchanging information."

"Chai Asi is very confident, he is assured he can defeat all of us. Such confidence can’t be faked, it comes with a very solid basis. Just like Yu Xin, even standing beside Xiong Sansi, can’t conceal his lack of confidence." Shujia Lan didn’t refuse, speaking slowly: "He has something hidden at his chest, maybe a heart-protecting mirror. That thing is his reliance, no matter who he confronts, he always instinctively exposes his chest’s vital point..."

As Shujia Lan spoke, his voice gradually faded away.

For stepping on fallen branches and leaves made no sound, and the long road still showed no end. His Buddhism, his Spirit Mountain, were very far away, ever more distant, and unrecoverable. And at a certain moment, he hazily saw that walking beside him was Lu Qilang—

This elegant noble from the Divine Fragrance Flower Sea suddenly had a face full of wrinkles, black hair turned to snow, hunched and aged, just like... he had stepped across long years in one stride!