Chapter 2822 - 82: Infinite Possibilities Within

Xing Nian indeed lives up to his name, a figure capable of playing against Mi Zhi Ben for five hundred years.

Even in his eventual death, intercepted and killed at the Celestial River, he utilized the matter of death to the utmost.

In Chan Fayuan’s view, what is truly astonishing about Master Xingnian’s move concerning [Flying Light]?

What if he had known in advance that this move would destroy Flying Light—would he still choose to make it?

He would still do it.

Because it’s the only possibility to retrieve the Knowledge and Hearing Bell.

Moreover... he would stake Yang Yu, who was willing to sacrifice himself for the sect, on this.

Therefore, in this move, whether he understood it or not, it was all calculated.

But most repulsive of all is that Ji Xingkong, who primarily practices End of Dharma skills, naturally feels more deeply about destruction than him and perhaps foresaw Flying Light’s destruction earlier... yet shamelessly allowed Chan Fayuan to make this decision.

What an act of shamelessness!

In the race against time, I finally won, finding my chess piece before Shenxiao completely closed, regaining control just before "Beyond the Heavens Wu Xie", and avoiding elimination—becoming the holder of this turn’s chess game once again.

Yet there was no joy in victory.

From this moment on, it was difficult to directly intervene in Shenxiao again, and the last of his strength was dissipated in that world.

"Remove your filthy hand!" Chan Fayuan gritted his teeth.

The black light next to the golden light receded like a tide, and Ji Xingkong laughed in the darkness: "Just earlier you didn’t say that, even saying we were on the same boat, working together!"

Remembering his earlier quiet endurance, swallowing humiliation, Chan Fayuan was so furious his teeth nearly shattered: "What’s this, sneaking around earlier, whispering with your Black Lotus Temple’s little bastards? Plotting against our Ancient Nan Mountain geniuses?"

Ji Xingkong clicked his tongue repeatedly: "They say calamity doesn’t affect home demons or ex-demons. You’re a Great Bodhisattva over a thousand years old, an old turtle accumulating years, saying it with such cursing—why even curse the youngsters?"

"I’m not just cursing you." Chan Fayuan glared, eyes bulging, flipping his hand as golden Buddha light gathered into a huge hand like a mountain, pressing down: "I’ll beat you to death!"

In that instant, the gathered darkness evaporated, scattering across the heavens and earth, elusive.

"Master, you’ve become attached!"

Ji Xingkong deliberately avoided confrontation, refusing to calm him down, calling from afar: "Didn’t you also pass Secret Technique to your illegitimate child? Don’t think I don’t know!"

The illegitimate child comment was pure slander.

However, spoken by a Bodhisattva with Ji Xingkong’s cultivation, it spreads widely no matter how groundless. After all, who would believe such a trivial Bodhisattva exists?

Outraged, Chan Fayuan’s Rage fire surged, ignoring the Heavenly Dragon beneath him, leaping forward into the darkness: "Shameless slander, should send you to Tongue-pulling Hell!"

The angrier Chan Fayuan became here, the more Ji Xingkong’s laughter echoed joyfully there: "You’ve become cuter after no longer fake-smiling, but such temperamental brashness troubles this poor monk."

Since nothing else was currently happening.

The two fought intensely, yelled freely.

Yet, in mutual understanding, neither of them mentioned the [Flying Light].

Let alone Flying Light lost its divine function ages ago, with eras passing without restoration possibility.

The crux of the issue lies with the Human Race’s monk Xingnian, whose destruction of Flying Light’s remnants—what has it to do with them?

What?

Among the young Demon Kings in the Land of Shenxiao, who saw us turn the Flying Light boat helm?

Though we borrowed Flying Light strength, we didn’t cause its damage. Where’s the inevitable Cause and Effect?

Who saw?

Step forward and speak!

...

...

The colossal Treasure Ship, measured in tens of thousands, finally couldn’t withstand the storms of time, shattering in the stream of time. Its world ripples unseen by the young demons currently within Shenxiao.

Yet Yang Yu and Shujia Lan emerging from the time stream was vividly clear.

They’d once exited time together, along with all participants, so it wasn’t abrupt.

But this time, Chan Fayuan and Ji Xingkong individually manipulated their timing, allowing them to arrive at this moment lively—using the Flying Light’s remnants couldn’t move any more time.

After all, so many Absolute Summit powers had continuously intervened in those time fragments. Like the reefs of Cang Sea, the banks of the Long River, difficult to affect. Chan Fayuan had to exhaust Heavenly Dragon protector power, using all his might from afar.

Yuan Mengji’s jaw dropped.

Now emerging are Yang Yu and Shujia Lan, who died earlier?

Confusedly, he glanced at his loyal aide Chai Asi, whose expression was even more puzzled. Of course, a tiny door knows nothing.

Curious to death inside, but he said nothing. Desireless, thus firm.

Via Ancient God known Chai Asi, confronting Yuan Mengji, sensed intellectual superiority but remained silent, acting even more obsequious.

Witnessing the battle at Celestial River, he realized deeply Shenxiao’s danger. Initially thought only a few young Demon Kings were involved, one finger of the Ancient God could squash them all... Yet so many Heavenly Demons were actively intervening from behind, eagerly.