Chapter 2813 - 78: How Far is The Other Shore?

Jiang Wang’s efforts to return home from the Monster Realm need not be elaborated further.

He had imagined countless times how to pave the way back home.

But each time, he was interrupted just as the beginning unfolded.

Exiled in the Monster Realm for nearly half a year, it felt as long as half a lifetime. He tried every possible way, but never touched upon a real hope.

Not until this moment, under the Incomparable Divine Power of Zen Master Xingnian, did he truly see the boat to return home!

How could he not be excited?

During the wait to go home, he had thought of many opening lines in his mind, about how to greet Master Xingnian.

If Master Xingnian asks, from where does this master relationship come?

First, we should mention that the Buddhism world is one family, and I am a distinguished guest of the Hanging Monastery; would Mount Sumeru not welcome us?

Do you know Master Ku Jue? He is but a junior to you, you may not be familiar. Don’t worry, tracing back in time, the Hanging Monastery had a Master Guan Yan who was unmatched in wisdom five hundred years ago!

According to the generational hierarchy, the "Guan" generation of Hanging Monastery corresponds to the "De" generation at Mount Sumeru.

The saying "Liao Xuan Qing Ji De Ming Xing, Zhao Yong Pu Zhen Ji Shi Yuan" still holds.

Did I remember the generational hierarchy of Mount Sumeru incorrectly?

Senior Guanyan, he could be considered your grandmaster.

Master Guan Yan had a wife—yes, he returned to a secular life—I call her grandmother. By this logic, I should call you brother.

You are highly esteemed, venerable in age, and I dare not claim equality with you!

We could lower one generation, and call you uncle; what do you think?

If you are dissatisfied, we could discuss further...

How about it, fellow travelers in a foreign land, shall we go home together?

Master, I can donate incense money too!

I have a good friend who is extremely wealthy. If you can take me along, he’d donate an entire temple!

"Master, what a brilliant move!"

Zhu Yi, who was beaten into distress, suddenly pulled out her hairpin—it was merely a shadow, yet at this moment, it gained real sharpness.

"However... you also want to take the Knowledge and Hearing Bell and the Eternal Youth Spring. Are you being too greedy?"

She reversed her grip on the hairpin and forcedfully slashed!

"I am in name the lord of The Sky Sloth Wilderness, borrow this Domain Power, and leave you just one step!"

At this moment, the chasm representing the distance between the Land of Shenxiao and the present world was just one step away. The celestial wind blew fierce, the Celestial River roared within, and the Knowledge and Hearing Ferry was setting sail.

But as Zhu Yi’s hairpin slashed down, before the chasm, yet another chasm emerged.

A step away already opened into a world apart.

This chasm circled around, directly enclosing Zen Master Xingnian within.

Like the Legalists, drawing boundaries into prisons!

In this Shenxiao scenario, Zhu Yi had the greatest advantage—the portal opened this time was in her home turf.

She was the landlord, enjoying terrain benefits.

If she hadn’t been initially schemed against by Zen Master Xingnian, reversing cause and effect, swapping true longevity, her expendable power would not have been so scarce, and she wouldn’t be in such a dire state now.

At this moment, she distantly manipulated Domain Power, etching the chasm prison, considered an Absolute Summit technique.

But Zen Master Xingnian merely turned his Buddha eyes and, within the past and future, had already seen the gaps in this prison, so he spread his five fingers... gently pushed.

The chasm prison directly opened a breach.

The prison door had been pushed open!

In those deep Buddha eyes, Zhu Yi’s face was reflected. Zen Master Xingnian spoke thus: "The Knowledge and Hearing Bell is a legacy of Mount Sumeru. The Eternal Youth Spring is a naturally occurring treasure of this world. I return to the mortal realm, and naturally, intend to take them back. This is the cycle of heavenly logic, cause and effect in recompense. You call me greedy, yet you missed a sentence... Five hundred years ago, my uncle died; today is the day to slay back into Yan Dao!"

His voice resembled a great drum’s heavenly sound, dispersing Dao Principles.

Five fingers spread, palm covering the Divine Mountain.

By now, this palm showed no Golden Radiance, instead revealing flesh color.

This indicated Zen Master Xingnian had gathered his powers back into himself.

This palm descended with flesh and blood clarity, unstoppable. It immediately shattered Zhu Yi’s hairpin, crushed her web, directly pressed her illusionary head representing true longevity, and exploded her whole manipulative Zhu Zheng headless corpse on site, into dust!

"Pig Dali!"

The Taiping Taoist urgently prompted the Peaceful Ghost Messenger, unable to suppress excitement.

Pig Dali instinctively channeled energy within, asking in his heart: "What is happening?"

Suddenly, there came a burst of dazzling Golden Light!

The Taoist’s voice was cold: "Nothing, you hid very well. Just reminding you, my demon clan has another Heavenly Venerate in action, keep your distance, avoid getting hurt."

Pig Dali discreetly hid by the forest edge, gazing upon the battle arena in the sky, speaking with admiration: "Taoist, brilliant insight!"

This sudden burst of Golden Light was shining upon Zhu Yi’s head, already half crushed.

As Zen Master Xingnian’s Buddha palm descended, this radiant Golden Light too was shattered.

But with this blockage, the broken hairpin had already pierced a dim hole in mid-air. Zhu Yi’s remaining true longevity fell into it, already escaping into the temporal maze!

This life-saving Golden Light for Zhu Yi was not any previous Buddha Light.

Not from Ancient Nan Mountain, nor Mount Sumeru.

Neither compassionate nor virtuous.

But proud, but flamboyant.

Amidst the scattered Golden Light emerged a defiant voice: "With such good vision, you bald kid must have seen your old man!"

Yuan Mengji excitedly witnessed, that the Golden Light covering him suddenly leapt into mid-air, coalescing into a brilliant figure clad in Golden Armor and a red cloak.

His long-lost grandfather from Yuan Xianting, wielding an exaggeratedly huge Battle Halberd, aimed at the Zen Master from Beyond the Heavens, swung down with great axe-like momentum!

"A dead baldhead, coming alone to the Monster Realm stirring chaos. You think the old man was absent!"