Chapter 1188: Chapter 725: Taking Worry Off the True God’s Shoulders?

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“Venerable, how did it go?”

Outside Southern Sumeru, the young monk had been waiting for a long time.

Compared to when they first met in the Divine Dynasty, Monk Zhi Kong had hardly changed. For a Walker, time rarely leaves its mark on them. However, the youthful innocence in his eyes had quietly vanished over the years.

Shen Yi had mastered the insights left by the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, making the resolution of a Beast Transformation Technique a simple task.

Moreover, as a Bodhisattva, having someone to handle miscellaneous affairs was normal. However, it was somewhat rare for someone like him to carry a Sixth Grade Walker at his side, though it could barely be justified.

The two agreed to use the title “Venerable” when outside to avoid suspicion.

“Barely acceptable.”

Shen Yi adjusted his breathing, and his expression gradually became serious.

This was his first time seeing a cultivator who had ascended to the Second Rank. Just standing in front of the Great Freedom Pure World Bodhisattva, even without any emotional fluctuations from the other party, one could feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Those fair and beautiful hands seemed capable of tearing apart the Bodhisattva Dharma woven from the Heavenly Dao Order Origin with just a gentle rip.

In the presence of such an existence, Shen Yi felt that he had already performed to the best of his ability.

But even so, the other party neither trusted nor distrusted him, only showing indifference.

The true convincing factor for this Pure World Bodhisattva was his display of the Six-Armed Illusion Dharma, proving a deep connection with the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva.

“At least I’m involved now.”

Shen Yi gazed into the distance ahead. Even though he had some forewarning, the immense pressure was still unavoidable when he learned that the high echelons of the Three Religions intended to intervene in mortal affairs.

Disregarding the Emperor’s Aura.

The Divine Dynasty was essentially just a larger mortal power. Across the Great Nan Continent, the cultivators worth mentioning were only the three General of Southern Defense.

As for those military formations, even with blessings, they were useful for confrontation, but in a true magical duel with those powerful old foxes, they would likely be defeated before even seeing their shadows.

In contrast, the Three Religions.

Also in the territory of the Great Nan Continent, a Three Grade Bodhisattva perished, yet it seemed not to harm their foundation at all. As far as Shen Yi knew, there were at least Golden Toad and Seven Treasures, and on the other side, Tianwu Ancestor and Jade Pond Ancestor.

Plus, the Pure World Bodhisattva mentioned there would be a welcoming Bodhisattva for him at the mountain… The strengths of the two sides were simply not at the same level.

In the past, the restraints of the Immortal Court were in place; if a full-scale battle broke out, it would likely be a one-sided massacre.

As for why the Three Religions continued to hold back.

It’s probably still a matter of human hearts.

This group of gods, Buddhas, and celestial beings were still unwilling to let go of the Emperor’s Aura in the human world. They neither wished to stand on the opposite side of the mortal realm nor dared to. Before making a move, they had to first sully the name of the Human Emperor, so they could justifiably replace him with the “Immortal Emperor” in the name of the Heavenly Dao.

“…”

Shen Yi thought of the rakish demeanor of that Human Emperor and felt that there was probably no need for others to smear him further.

A quick analysis of the situation and anyone with a bit of sense could see that the downfall of the Divine Dynasty was inevitable; it was just a matter of time.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi gently exhaled.

To be honest, although he hadn’t been here long, this Great Nan Continent truly was the earthly treasure that most fit his idea of a golden age.

The lives here were far more peaceful than those in Hongze.

His group of old friends, having finally left Hongze, were able to witness with their own eyes the true mortal world described by the East Dragon King. Yet, in just a few years, it seemed they would face an even harsher world.

If Shen Zhou were to vanish like this, it would be quite a pity.

“Venerable…”

Monk Zhi Kong noticed Officer Shen’s unusual mood and called out softly.

“It’s nothing.”

Shen Yi shook his head. The situation he faced now was entirely different from before.

Whether it was in Baiyun County or the whole of Nanyang, and later in Hongze, it appeared as if he was always playing the role of a savior, but in essence, saving others was about saving himself.

If the Howling Moon Demon King had overthrown Qingzhou, even a Demon Suppression General would hardly escape with his life.

If the Thousand Demon Cave controlled Nanyang, the Temple Priest of the Martial Temple would never gain freedom in their lifetime.

Not to mention, the Nanyang Sect was a thorn in the side of the other three Dragon Palaces, besides the East Dragon King.

But this time, it was truly different.

Shen Yi suddenly found he had many choices. Whichever path he chose, he had confidence in rising to a high position and ultimately becoming one of the powers dividing the world.

Except for choosing the Divine Dynasty.

He must remember that the young man who had inexplicably awakened as an Evil Officer that morning wanted nothing more than to live a few more years in peace, free from calamities and illness.

Returning to the Divine Dynasty would only betray that original intention.

“Tsk.”

Shen Yi suddenly recalled the night he crossed over, when he inexplicably stretched out his hand to stop the Dog Demon.

What exactly his original intention was, perhaps even he couldn’t say.

Following his heart’s desires is likely never wrong.

With that thought, he slightly lowered his eyes, gazing at his hand.

The allure of immortality is strong, yet it pales in comparison to the joy of mental clarity.

“Wait for me a moment.”

Shen Yi sat cross-legged, and the Six-winged Soul Worm landed in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, manifesting its exhaustion.

Even an ancestor accustomed to Divine Traveling Void couldn’t withstand the strain of constant thousand tribulation calculations, considering it had only lived through slightly over a thousand tribulations in its lifetime.

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