Chapter 2840 - 89: Thousand Tribulations

He certainly wished to give Xiong Sansi an explanation. Just like at the moment of Yuan Xiaoqing’s death, he also wanted to respond to Yuan Laoxi as a deity...

But with what could he give?

He probably shouldn’t continue to concoct illusions for Pig Dali, yet Pig Dali’s determination left him at a loss for words.

The resolute attitude of the Peaceful Ghost Messenger made Chai Asi look up in respect. The depth of Taiping Dao revealed in his words also instilled more dread among the demons.

At this moment, Zhu Lanruo said, "If I may ask boldly, what method did Brother Xiong use to obtain the clues? Can their authenticity and correctness be ensured? I mean... can they be brought forth as evidence?"

"Naturally... not! Even if the case were brought to the Ancient Imperial City, I wouldn’t get justice, and I’m well aware of that." Xiong Sansi said, though his voice lacked much powerlessness, he only cupped his hands towards the Peaceful Ghost Messenger: "The justice of Taiping Dao is understood by me. But Xiong Sansi came to the Land of Shenxiao to find my own answer, and never intended to seek external force. After years of campaigns in the Purple Wu Hills, doubt has long been in my heart, and now it’s confirmed, filling the sickness of my heart. As for seeking revenge and hatred later... it is but a lifetime endeavor. I will not implicate the spectators."

His words were said with a resounding force.

Shujia Lan did not know what plan their Great Bodhisattva and Xiong Sansi had, so he remained silent.

Zhu Lanruo and Lu Qilang, representing The Sky Sloth Wilderness and Divine Fragrance Flower Sea respectively, were in no position to express attitudes towards their Heavenly Demon neighbors.

Pig Dali had made up his mind and didn’t say much more.

But it was Ken Xihua who cautiously asked, "Are we still going up?"

The demons suddenly realized, each snapping back to their senses.

"Of course!"

"Naturally, we should continue upward!"

Having come through so much hardship to such a valuable place, except for Zhu Lanruo, who did not gain a treasure, how could they stop here?

"You go ahead!" Yuan Mengji waved his hand and said, "I, Yuan Mengji, have never been greedy for fame or fortune in my life, do not care about treasures. Fight among yourselves! I’m tired, I’ll sit here and rest for a while!"

He really was tired!

These guys were all ruthless and cunning, and even Chai Asi was not simple. Now with the Chi Yun Mountain God, and the Destiny Monster, there wasn’t even a bottom tier left!

Without the means of Heavenly Demon Grandpa at his side, how many heads would he have to spare? It’s just that he couldn’t go home directly now, nor could he contact Heavenly Demon Grandpa, otherwise, he wouldn’t even bother to find an excuse for being tired.

The demons didn’t care much.

But Zhu Lanruo calmly looked over, "Do you want to stay here alone, watching my Eternal Youth Spring?"

Yuan Mengji’s heart skipped a beat, and his already bent leg sprang back up: "Let’s go, even though I don’t want to fight for anything, admiring the heroics of the geniuses is something Yuan Mengji desires!"

The mountain was high, with no top in sight, the clouds layered over several folds.

After the reconstruction of time and space order, even the yuan force wandering between heaven and earth in the Shenxiao World seemed more lively.

The young demons traveling together each harbored their own thoughts.

Jiang Wang in the Mirror World sat pondering the possibilities of returning home alone.

He currently thought of two directions.

The first direction remained the World Honored One who left Buddhism’s heritage in the Monster Realm.

Everyone knew the World Honored One had been to the Monster Realm, but history did not detail how he came and went freely.

It couldn’t be that he walked grandly out of The gate of all demons, transmitted teachings, left a path, and then walked back grandly?

If Zen Master Xingnian had any layout on the path home, perhaps it is related to this...

With a Great Bodhisattva like Zen Master Xingnian, burned in this Shenxiao World. There were also three books he modified of "Buddha’s Fifty-Eight Chapters," also burned here by Karmic Fire.

The most important thing is, what I hold now, the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, is precisely one of the World Honored One’s three Dharma propagation bells. There’s likely a way to awaken the path the World Honored One walked back then.

The second direction is precisely the legendary demon clan left in this world, Yu Zhen, King of Shenxiao.

Yu Zhen once infiltrated the living world, went to Cang Sea, and communicated with the Dragon Clan. He certainly didn’t take The gate of all demons, so which path did he take? Could that path be hidden in the Land of Shenxiao?

Or rather, what should be done to connect to that path within the Land of Shenxiao?

This world of Shenxiao, where all beings exhibit boundless freedom, with King of Shenxiao’s broad mind, likely wouldn’t mind who revisits his old path.

The winding mountain road leads directly into the sea of clouds, while lost in thought, the group of demons had already arrived at a broad plaza.

Clear ax marks could be seen at this place; the large plaza was chiseled into the shape of the Eight Diagrams.

Looking back now, the forest hidden with trials could no longer be seen; everything from the journey was buried beneath the overlapping sea of clouds.

In the center of the plaza stood an enormous, half-sunken circular altar.

An ancient and desolate atmosphere greeted them.

On the right side of the altar stood a tattered flag, the flagpole swayed precariously, and the flag itself was so torn that only a few rags remained, making it impossible to see its pattern. Only the enduring black blood stains of time were visible.

In the center of the altar laid a large square-eared bronze tripod with three legs.

The intaglio patterns on the tripod were already blurred, and large patches of rust seemed to be deliberately smeared on.

Inside the tripod accumulated a thick layer of black ash, in which an unsteady fire spark was hidden, as if it could reignite at any moment, yet also seemed as if it could never light up again.

Among those present, several Demon Kings, whether from Ancient Nan Mountain, Black Lotus Temple, or Divine Fragrance Flower Sea, all bowed deeply as a first response.

Chai Asi and Pig Dali, though unfamiliar, were spurred by the solemn atmosphere, and could roughly guess its significance, so naturally followed suit in bowing.

Here was a ruined Heaven Demon Dharma Altar!

The Heaven Demon Dharma Altar was not a product existing since ancient times; it emerged in the early Ancient Era. Each square stone used in its construction was tainted with blood.

After the remaining demons were locked in the Celestial Prison, the last Demon Emperor of the Ancient Times fixed the earth, wind, water, and fire with one hundred and eight Demon Life Treasure Pearls, opened this chaotic world, and carved a possibility of life.

However, "possibility" does not imply "inevitability."

It was the burn of each Heaven Demon Dharma Altar that turned such possibility into reality, truly creating a miracle of life.

How was the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar created?

It involved gathering all the materials for altar construction, having a Heavenly Demon step onto the highest point... using flesh as lamp oil, bones as the wick, and the soul as the flame... opening a hole at the top of the skull, igniting from the Heavenly Spirit.

Lighting one’s celestial lamp!

This fire could burn for one thousand two hundred and ninety-six years, unfazed by wind or rain. Even if the Heavenly Demon perished in the process, it would not extinguish its glow.

The complete self-burning of a Heavenly Demon was enough to illuminate the chaos.

Thus, since ancient times, every appearance of a Heaven Demon Dharma Altar bore witness to a Heavenly Demon’s sacrifice!

Until the Monster Realm was fully formed, and new Heaven Demon Dharma Altars were no longer built. But every demon needed to know the kind of sacrifice that nurtured the vitality of this era.

In a sense, Heaven Demon Dharma Altars could be seen as a symbol of the demon clan’s spirit.

Therefore, the humans’ campaigns against the demons often prioritized "seeking altars" as a crucial strategic target. Hence the saying, "Destroying an altar diminishes the courage of ten thousand, the pinnacle of strategic assault!"

"Whose altar is this? Why is it in this place?" After bowing, Shujia Lan asked.

In the Monster Realm, even completely ruined Heaven Demon Dharma Altars would be well preserved, unless they had been dismantled by humans and rebuilt with demon bones to form a great city.

The demons all shook their heads.

Zhu Lanruo said, "Perhaps they wanted to rely on the infinite possibilities of the Shenxiao World, placing it here awaiting recovery..."

"No." Lu Qilang seemed to have experienced a revelation, raising an eyebrow, stepping onto the half-destroyed Heaven Demon Dharma Altar, approaching the three-legged square-eared bronze cauldron, and carefully stroking it. He pondered, "This looks like... the remains of Yu Zhen Ancestor."

"Yu Zhen?!" Yuan Mengji was utterly shocked.

The Shenxiao King Yu Zhen, who journeyed to the Chaos Sea, had already passed away?

Died in the Shenxiao World he left behind?

Surveying the surroundings at this moment, he only felt a chill spread throughout his body.

Yang Yu likewise found it incredible: "Are you saying, his flesh body was burned into this cauldron?"