Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

There are no superfluous spells or complicated moves.

Two fighting apes battled each other in the most primitive way above Mount Sumeru.

Golden energy surged, boundless fighting spirit soared, and amidst continuous booming sounds, the sky of the Western Desert trembled, and the void rippled like ocean waves.

Like stars scattered across the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Desert, countless monks held their heads high, unaware of what had happened.

Of the two giant apes in the sky, one is naturally the Fighting Saint Buddha who has converted to Buddhism. So who is the other one? Doesn't that mean there are only two Fighting Saint Apes left in the world?
"It's Russell."

Lantuo Temple's Qingchi Garden, with a Qilin lying beneath the cliff and Ganoderma lucidum growing beside the path, is a place filled with fragrance, tranquility, and peace, with traces of Taoism everywhere.

An Miaoyi leaned on Ye Fan's shoulder like a little woman, and Ye Fan put his arm around An Miaoyi's waist and gently explained for her.

She had been suppressed for fourteen years, and her primordial spirit had suffered great damage. Even with the healing power of Russell's Great Wisdom Dharma Image and the Medicine Master Dharma Image, she could not rashly use her cultivation at this moment, which gave Ye Fan an opportunity to show off.

"Russell? Is that the senior from earlier?" An Miaoyi asked, her eyes filled with inquiry.

Keep in mind that at this very moment, those two Dharma images are still hovering above their heads.

In An Miaoyi's view, Luo Suding was a senior who had gone very far on the path of Buddhism, otherwise how could he have cultivated such a profound Dharma appearance of Buddhahood?

"Calling him 'senior' is too disrespectful; you should call him 'brother'," Ye Fan corrected. Although he had called Russell his godfather more than once on Earth because of his parents, in his heart, Russell was his buddy for life.

"How come I've never seen you have such an elder brother before?" An Miaoyi became even more curious. If Ye Fan had such a person by his side when he first ascended to Beidou, his situation wouldn't have been so difficult.

"To be honest, I'd love to ask that too." Ye Fan shrugged, indicating that he was also very curious.

Russell's cultivation seemed to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere, without any transition process.

Having clashed with Russell more than once, he has a lot to say on this point.

At first, Russell gave him the impression of a child holding a gold brick, who was all about strength and health. In battle, apart from the numbers, there was no skill involved, and the connection between various spells was also a mess.

But it has to be said that this guy is improving really fast. Every time we face him again after a while, it feels like he's a completely different person.

It's like how others cultivate by leveling up step by step, while Russell is doing breakthrough missions.

Ten years had passed, and by the time he returned to the Ancient Starry Road, frankly speaking, he was no longer confident of defeating Russell at the same level.

The only problem lies with Russell himself; he seems to have gotten stuck in a rut.

He kept saying he wasn't mentally prepared enough, but when it came to fighting, he was even more reckless than him.

Previously, when fighting the Golden King in the outer battlefield, the Golden King was no weakling. According to the Xuan Turtle Demon Saint of Zhenxian City, he was a Great Saint comparable to Di Que back then, but he was defeated by Russell faster than Kun Zhou.

What Russell lacks now is not the mindset of a strongman, but the awareness that he is strong yet unaware of it.

Above the sky, Russell clenched his fists, unleashing the Battle Saint Technique with golden light, and swung it toward the Battle Saint King's chest. In the instant the King retreated, Russell teleported behind him, detonating the divine power compressed to its limit in his palm.

The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth. From high above, a cluster of flashes could be seen rapidly expanding. Beneath the towering mushroom cloud, a small black dot sped away from the explosion's epicenter, skipping across the water several times before finally coming to a stop.

The Fighting Saint King wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and pulled a powerful immortal iron rod from his ear. With a roar, his terrifying aura multiplied exponentially under his intense belief, and a large amount of swirling air surged wildly outward from him.

With a single step, the old Holy King vanished, unleashing a violently howling gale and explosive energy. He raised his immortal iron staff high and slammed it down towards Russell. Russell summoned his golden mace and raised his hand to block.

In an instant, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, blinding light burst forth on the ground, countless terrifying cracks spread, and an astonishing shockwave expanded with the force of a whale, rapidly engulfing the surrounding area and causing a cataclysmic upheaval.

The Fighting Saint King seemed to have completely discarded the Buddhist nature he had cultivated since ancient times. His violent aura swept across the land, returning him to the state of sweeping away all directions with a single blow. Every strike he made was with all his might.

Russell didn't know what the old Holy King's intentions were; he only knew that he was very excited.

The power within his body surged endlessly, allowing him to freely unleash his magical power without worrying about accidentally killing the person in front of him.

As he fought, the template of the Fighting Saint Emperor gradually merged into his body, and every move he made seemed to be perfectly natural.

Then came the Snow Moon Qing template and the Golden Ancient Emperor template.

With the superposition of three major templates, Russell unleashed a tremendous power that transcended heaven and earth. He could feel the limit of his own combat strength increasing. Then, he touched a bottleneck, a real bottleneck that truly existed.

But that couldn't stop him anymore; all he wanted now was to unleash the fighting spirit within him.

The golden mace was raised high, time slowed slightly, and all things were silent.

In slow motion, the fighting spirit condensed in front of the Fighting Saint King can be seen rippling like waves on water.

With a deafening roar, an overwhelming force swept down, shattering mountains, rivers, and seas in its path. The clouds in the sky vanished in an instant, and even space itself distorted and trembled with the impact.

The Fighting Saint King was slammed to the ground from the sky, and the shockwave spread across the land, instantly lifting all the soil within a radius of ten thousand miles into the air.

The dust-stirred circles continued to expand, and the hurricane swept across the distance without end, its power unparalleled for a time.

"The Fighting Saint King... has been defeated?"

Above the sky above the Landa Monastery, the scene of Russell smashing the Fighting Saint King with a single mace shocked the hearts of countless monks and practitioners.

Everyone could see that the Fighting Saint King was going all out in this battle, without holding back at all.

Even so, he still lost.

In contrast to the shock of the monks from the Western Regions, Ye Fan was in a panic.

Will the Fighting Saint King be killed? The Holy Prince would go insane!
He quickly got up, but just as he was about to activate the Xingzi Secret Technique, An Miaoyi tugged at his clothes.

"Miaoyi?" Ye Fan looked at An Miaoyi, but An Miaoyi shook her head and pointed to the light screen in the sky: "Don't worry, look."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan looked up and saw that in the sky above the earth, the smoke of battle had dissipated, and the Fighting Saint King stood firm, leaning on his immortal iron staff.

Russell clasped his hands together, and the Medicine Buddha image above An Miaoyi's head disappeared, replaced by an even larger Medicine Buddha image above the Fighting Saint King's head.

As the light shone down, the Fighting Saint King's condition returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Today's battle was truly exhilarating." The Fighting Saint King sheathed his immortal iron cudgel and laughed heartily.

Being able to fight three ancient emperors of the same level in one go truly delighted him. "As long as the Holy King is happy," Russell replied, but clenched his fist somewhat strangely.

During the previous fight, he felt completely relaxed, but upon closer reflection, he suddenly realized that his combat power, which had been reduced by three folds, had not disappeared, but had instead remained steadily at that bottleneck.

Russell guessed that was the threshold for becoming a quasi-emperor.

Of course, as I said before, he was only stuck at the level of cultivation, but his combat strength has never been hindered.

Now that he has incorporated three templates, he has reached the pinnacle of the Great Sage. If he were to integrate all the Dao principles of the thirty emperors and sovereigns of the ages into himself, wouldn't he be able to achieve Dao in a different way?

As for forging one's own path, Russell is not planning to do so for the time being; adopting others' ideas can be quite effective at times.

With chaos and turmoil imminent, he may escape, but others may not. Therefore, improving combat strength is the priority.

Furthermore, with the power of his simplified version of the Chaos Body, once he achieves enlightenment through this alternative path, he will definitely not be weaker than the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body, and he will certainly be able to protect a region of the world.

"It seems you have found your path." The Fighting Saint King walked up to Russell, his golden fur dazzlingly bright, and said in a deep voice, "We don't have much time left. You may be our last hope."

Russell nodded.

After the battle ended, the Holy King returned to Mount Sumeru, and Russell, following Ye Fan's aura, arrived at the location of him and An Miaoyi.
However, the timing of his arrival seemed a bit off.

At this moment, the moonlight is pure white, the lake shimmers with light, and a spiritual aura permeates the air.

Ye Fan was using a jade cup to scoop up lake water to wash her hair. Sparkling light rippled across the lake, and pink bubbles rose in circles.

If Russell hadn't come, the next step would have been something inappropriate for children, but Russell did come.

"Uh...did I come at the wrong time?" Russell asked somewhat awkwardly.

"You know it, why are you still asking?" Ye Fan glared at Russell, annoyed.

This guy usually jokes about being sentimental, but when it comes to real matters, he'll bother him instead.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the feelings have faded, little Yezi." Russell sighed and was about to turn around when An Miaoyi, who had already straightened her clothes, came up to him: "Senior, please wait."

"You can just call me brother, just like you and Yezi do," Russell greeted with a smile.

To be fair, An Miaoyi is indeed incredibly beautiful; every gesture and movement exudes unparalleled elegance and ethereal beauty.

Even in his memory, only a handful of people, such as Luo Yuheng and Mu Nanzhi, could compare to An Miaoyi.

“Brother.” An Miaoyi responded with a light smile. With Russell’s great wisdom and Dharma image present, she was no longer as ethereal as when they first met, like a fairy under the moon who would leave at the slightest breeze. She looked at Russell calmly and said, “Miaoyi has a few questions here that she would like to ask her brother for advice.”

"About Buddhism?" Russell asked.

“Exactly.” An Miaoyi nodded slightly: “Miaoyi has traveled to the Bodhisattva realm, crossed the sea of ​​the past, and waded through the river of the future. She understands that the path of the Bodhisattva requires a tranquil mind, free from desires and wants. Whether walking or sitting, all is empty. Whether speaking or silent, moving or still, all is empty. Even if a white blade is at one’s head, it is like a sharp sword cutting through the spring breeze.”

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she glanced at Russell, paused, and then continued, "But why does your Buddhist intention seem to be detached from the world, rather than enveloped by it? I beg you to enlighten me."

Russell chuckled. This time, he had run right into Russell's trap. Everyone in the underworld knew that Russell also had the nickname "Heavenly Buddha Venerable".

Leaving aside Mahayana and Hinayana, Bertrand Russell could have compiled tens of thousands of different versions of this Buddhist teaching. In fact, if his subject hadn't objected, he would have provided several thousand different methods of Joyful Meditation for Anmyoyi to study.

"This……"

They discussed the Dao for two hours. By the end, An Miaoyi was completely dazed. If Ye Fan hadn't forcibly interrupted her, her Buddhist heart would have almost collapsed.

"She insisted on arguing with me."

Ye Fan held the sleeping An Miaoyi in his arms and was giving Russell a death stare with dead fish eyes. Russell quickly shrugged, indicating that it was none of his business.

"Is she alright?" Ye Fan asked with concern.

"At most, his Buddhist heart will collapse and his cultivation will be completely lost, but that's a minor matter." Russell thought for a moment and stated the worst possibility.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan felt relieved.

Firstly, he knew that Russell had many tricks up his sleeve, and with his help, it wouldn't be difficult for An Miaoyi to return to the path of slaying.

Secondly, he also had his own selfish reasons. He didn't want An Miaoyi to sever all ties with him and completely forget him, just as she had said.

An Miaoyi's coma did not last long; she woke up at noon the next day.

She did not lose her cultivation. Just as she herself said, she was born with a Buddhist heart. In just one night, she transformed from the path of forgetting emotions to Russell's path of sentient beings.

Upon hearing the news, Ye Fan was overjoyed and wished he could hug Russell and kiss him a few times.

For the remaining two weeks, Ye Fan and An Miaoyi began their honeymoon.

They were like an ordinary couple, living together, watching the sunrise and sunset, traversing grasslands and deserts, simple and happy.

At night, they looked up at the starry sky together. Ye Fan pointed out to her where the other side of the starry sky was and told her what kind of world it was.

Of course, what they didn't know was that Russell, whom they had kicked away as a third wheel long ago, had been secretly following them, recording all of their daily life as a young couple with a recording stone, and sending it to Ye's parents on Earth.

So, on the first night after their honeymoon ended, Ye Fan and An Miaoyi received a cross-stellar video call from Earth.

Mother Ye kept calling her "little girl," which even made a fairy like An Miaoyi a little overwhelmed.

The day after meeting his parents, Ye Fan found Russell and said he was going to take An Miaoyi away from the Western Desert and back to the Heavenly Court. However, Russell suggested that they wait. When Ye Fan asked why, Russell took him and An Miaoyi directly to Qingling Temple, where An Miaoyi had once practiced.

Qingling Temple was neither conspicuous nor famous in the Western Desert, where Buddhist temples were everywhere. Ye Fan was still wondering why Russell had brought them here when a rumbling sound came from the distant earth.

To Ye Fan's astonishment, a golden ancient chariot rapidly approached from afar, emitting a soaring light, accompanied by a true dragon, a phoenix, a white tiger, a black tortoise, and others, and crashed straight into Qingling Temple.

"Wang Teng?"

Upon seeing the disheveled figure wielding a golden holy sword atop the chariot, Ye Fan felt utterly absurd. (End of Chapter)