Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 321 - 221 The Origin of Tang Sanzang

Nether River’s Patriarch gave a wry smile. "Back then I was just fucking restless, that one sword slash I made cost me all my life’s savings…"

That bastard played weak but was tough, I took a swing at his head and didn’t even manage to cut off a single hair.

Instead, he broke my Yuan Slaughter and Abi twin swords with a slap of his hand.

Just one slap…

I was so scared that I quickly grabbed the broken swords and scrammed, fled all the way back to the Blood Sea Nether River, and sealed myself here."

Poxun suddenly realized something, "Seems like an ordinary guy who looks weak, has a handsome face but a face that just asks for a beating… could it be Tang Sanzang?"

Nether River’s Patriarch nodded and said, "Exactly him! Before, I just knew of that guy known as the foremost shit-stirrer of ancient times, but never saw him. Never thought I’d bump into him the moment I stepped out…"

Later, I don’t know what happened, a group of ancient demons rushed into the Ruins and never came back.

That bald guy also vanished...

Surviving till now, with the changes in the heavens and earth, a bunch of youngsters whose strength isn’t impressive, I was thinking of leaving seclusion to ascend to the Nine Heavens and become a Saint.

Then Nether River’s Patriarch lamented to the sky, "Who knew, that bastard was still around… and damn, he was actually led by you into my Nether River. What? You think we of the Asura Clan have lived too long, and you want to help everyone reincarnate collectively?"

Poxun shrank his neck in fright and said, "Elder, I had no idea he was so fierce… but thankfully, he has left."

Nether River’s Patriarch nodded and sighed, "Well, that’s good, at least it let me know he’s still wandering the human world. Knowing beforehand, I don’t have to stupidly rush out and then get beaten back. One loss is enough…"

Poxun asked curiously, "Elder, that bald guy is so powerful, what exactly is his background?"

Nether River’s Patriarch said, "Do you know how this universe came to be?"

Poxun said, "It’s said that Chaos nurtured Pan Gu, who wielded the Pan Gu axe to separate heaven and earth."

Nether River’s Patriarch continued to ask, "Chaos nurturing Pan Gu is explainable, but where did the axe in Pan Gu’s hand come from? Did Chaos also nurture an axe? Or was it, buy one Pan Gu get one axe free? That completely makes no sense."

Poxun found this reasonable.

Nether River’s Patriarch, like an elder lost in memories, sat in the Nether River and said, "Actually, Chaos was never completely silent.

If Chaos could nurture Pan Gu, it naturally could also nurture other beings.

Nether River’s Patriarch said, "I don’t know about others, but I know that as Pan Gu opened the heavens, he died on the way, his physical body evolved into this Great Dao order, mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, all things in the heavens...

His essence, energy and spirit evolved into the Three Pure Ones, and from within his body, three thousand demons emerged!"

These demons each governed one cosmic principle, collectively overseeing the Three Thousand Great Dao.

They were supreme and invincible in their respective principles, not subject to each other’s jurisdiction, each ruling on their own.

They had no distinction between good and evil, they acted based on interest and primal instincts, establishing the most primitive order."

Poxun said, "I know this, could he be one of those three thousand demons?"

Nether River’s Patriarch gave a bitter smile and said, "If it were only that simple… The strangeness lies right here.

Although three thousand Great Dao evolved three thousand demons, what emerged wasn’t a neat sum of three thousand, but had one extra!

He was that extra one."

Poxun fell silent, "What? There can be more?"

The ancestor of Nether River nodded, "Up to now, I still haven’t figured out what exactly he is, what the hell is going on. But he’s definitely related to the three thousand demon gods..."

Poxun clicked his tongue, simultaneously removing the word ’dangerous’ from the name Tang Sanzang in his mind and relabeling it as ’extremely dangerous’!

Poxun then asked, "Where did the three thousand demon gods of that era really go? Did they really all go to Chaos?"

The ancestor of Nether River shook his head, "I’m not sure... It’s said that most of them went to Chaos, never to return.

From the original three thousand demon gods, only Nuwa, Fu Xi, Zhun Ti, Jie Yin, and others remained, but it’s said that they haven’t shown themselves for many years either."

Upon hearing this, Poxun looked suspiciously at the ancestor of Nether River, "What does the ancestor mean?"

The ancestor of Nether River squinted his eyes, "I suspect they are no longer around, all this talk of the Gods’ War, the Journey to the West, it’s all a big show! Performed for the new generations to see, to make them understand the power of the older generation, to stay in their place, not daring to overstep..."

Poxun said, "So the reason ancestor wants us to go out isn’t really to emerge in the world, but to test the waters?"

The ancestor of Nether River nodded, "Yes... If they really are no longer around, the creatures between heaven and earth, follow me in slaughter... cough cough, except for that bald one."

Having said this, the ancestor of Nether River wore a depressed expression, muttering to himself, "Why is he still around? Depressing..."

Poxun’s eyes darted as he said, "Ancestor, even though that bald one is formidable, he’s not very bright. If we send him away..."

The eyes of the ancestor of Nether River lit up, rubbing his chin, "They sent him away back then, they could send, and I can send. Indeed, this is a method... But no rush, we can’t act rashly without a surefire plan, lest we attract trouble."

"Alright, go do what you need to do. During this time, don’t show your face, make sure he doesn’t see you." the ancestor of Nether River instructed.

Poxun nodded repeatedly and then withdrew.

After Poxun had left, the expression of the ancestor of Nether River grew solemn, he turned and cleaved open a slice of void with a sword, then roared lowly, forcibly harnessing the power of the Blood Sea and Nether River and the double swords in his hands, he evoked a blessed land of cave heaven...

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Although this blessed land of cave heaven could not compare with the creation of a universe by a Saint, the Semi-Saint tapping into the power of Blood Sea and Nether River managed to create a small world without a problem.

However, this time, his small world was obviously diminished, only worthy of being called a blessed land of cave heaven, not a small world anymore.

The ancestor of Nether River picked up a stone, casually pinched it, and nodded satisfactorily, "The strength of this world is thirty thousand times what it was before, it shouldn’t be easily shattered again..."

After speaking, he looked at the Abi and Yuan Tu double swords and sighed, "It’s a pity, so many years of nurturing and still, it hasn’t reached the peak state...

And yet, that bald one is still here...

Wasn’t it said that he went missing?

How did he end up here?

Do I still have to avoid him for eons more?"

The ancestor of Nether River was full of bitterness...

...

"Elder Tang, Dizang Mountain is right ahead." Dhritarashtra pointed to the shadow of a large mountain in the distance.

Although the mountain was enveloped in a blood mist, the Buddhist light was all-pervading. The light penetrated the mist, making it visible from afar.

Drawing closer, Tang Sanzang heard the sounds of countless monks reciting sutras on the mountain, their voices majestic and vast, capable of awakening the spirit and purifying the heart, not allowing the murky air to confuse one’s true mind.

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