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Chapter 128 The Antarctic Immortal Shows Compassion

"The person who wants your life!"

After Ye Xuantian finished speaking, he held the God-Slaying Spear and aimed it straight at the Styx Ancestor's brow. The speed was astonishing.

The Styx Ancestor flung the Mosquito Taoist toward the mountaintop on one side, and then charged forward with the Avici Yuan Tu in his hand.

Ye Xuantian thrust forward with his spear, while the Abi Sword swept upwards, sending up a blue arc of light.

This streak of blood-red light appeared slow, but it created countless spatial rifts wherever it passed, and it looked as if it was about to devour Ye Xuantian.

Ye Xuantian slightly twisted his wrist, and the God-Slaying Spear withdrew at the critical moment, striking the hilt of the Avici Sword and widening the distance between the two.

"Well done!" Old Ancestor Styx sneered, as the Yuan Tu Sword had already slashed diagonally from the right side without anyone noticing.

The dark red patterns flowing on the sword suddenly surged, transforming into thousands of fine, hair-like divine soul spikes.

These invisible and intangible attacks should have been impossible to defend against, but Ye Xuantian spun around and leaped into the air as soon as the sword momentum began, and the God-Slaying Spear swept across the area, the chaotic vortex drawn by the spear tip swallowing all the divine soul spikes.

The Styx Ancestor neither retreated nor dodged. He brought his two swords together, and in an instant, the space around him began to tear apart, from which endless blood surged forth. The Mosquito Daoist in the distance jumped into the blood river without hesitation to heal his wounds.

"Let's go!" Lu Ya didn't hesitate at all. He pulled the Antarctic Immortal and retreated a thousand miles away. Inside the Blood River, Mosquito Daoist's strength would definitely increase. If he was still on the battlefield at this time, he would undoubtedly cause trouble for Ye Xuantian.

The Styx Ancestor stood above the sea of ​​blood: "I admit you are strong, but today, I will make you perish here!"

Suddenly, a hundred-foot-high wave surged up in the sea of ​​blood, and 129,600 Blood God Child clones broke through the wave.

Each clone wielded two swords, slashing at the crimson moon. The dense sword energy illuminated the surrounding area for miles around, turning it crimson, and all swept towards Ye Xuantian.

Ye Xuantian narrowed his eyes, the essence of battle flickering between his brows, while the light of a grain of rice enveloped all the changes on the battlefield, making Ye Xuantian even more focused.

"The same words apply to the ancestor!"

Without warning, the God-Slaying Spear pierced the void to the right. The moment the spear tip pierced through the three Blood God Child clones, Ye Xuantian's figure transformed into a stream of light, rapidly moving through the sword energy. With each flash, thousands of Blood God Children were pierced by Ye Xuantian.

However, the number of Blood God Children did not decrease, because the Blood God Children emerged from the Blood Sea at an even faster rate.

"As long as the sea of ​​blood remains, I will never perish! I want to see how much of your battle essence you have left to waste!" The Styx Ancestor plunged into the sea of ​​blood, and immediately all the Blood God Children in the sea of ​​blood rushed towards Ye Xuantian as if they didn't care about their lives.

The Origin of War is very strong! Fighting someone who possesses the Origin of War is an extremely foolish thing to do, so the Styx Ancestor plans to use a war of attrition.

Beneath the sea of ​​blood, the Styx Ancestor grew increasingly alarmed. Ye Xuantian seemed in no hurry to attack him; instead, he repeatedly fired his spear at the Blood God Children, seemingly tireless, his movements becoming more and more precise. Although the Blood God Children were merely avatars at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, their sheer number was overwhelming.

What was Ye Xuantian thinking? Why was he constantly killing these small fry? Didn't he realize that he was wasting his strength?

Mosquito Taoist appeared beside Styx Ancestor, looking at Ye Xuantian above. His eyes flickered, and finally, he looked at Styx Ancestor.

At this moment, the Styx Ancestor had already flown out of the Blood River and was hiding among the Blood God Child, attacking Ye Xuantian.

"The essence of war lies in drawing momentum from battle. This momentum accumulates continuously, nourishing oneself tirelessly. As the momentum accumulates, one can even fight beyond one's level. Is this the essence of war?"

The Styx Ancestor was on high alert. He knew that all the enemies he had faced over the years were strong, but none of them had ever fought with such meticulous planning as Ye Xuantian.

By using the essence of war and the essence of desire to force Him to the brink of life and death, and then intimidating Him with words to prevent Him from fighting head-on, while He himself continuously builds up a fatal blow in the war of attrition.

If Ye Xuantian is not eliminated as soon as possible, he will surely become a major threat to the Asura lineage in the future.

The true form of Styx finally approached Ye Xuantian. The twin swords of Abi Yuantu crossed and slashed out a cross-shaped sword beam. Wherever the sword beam passed, all life was stripped away, and spatial rifts overlapped to form a spatial storm. The spatial strangulation storm contained endless baleful energy.

Seeing this, Ye Xuantian's fighting spirit intensified. The tens of thousands of Blood God Sons' clones finally allowed him to reach the peak of his ability to sustain himself through battle.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, the God-Slaying Spear transforming into a dragon as it lunged towards the intersection.

The moment the two forces collided, the entire Blood Sea World trembled violently.

The Abyssal Sword unleashed boundless malevolence, while the Yuan Tu Sword emitted a sharp hum, sweeping towards Ye Xuantian with endless baleful energy and spatial blades.

Behind Ye Xuantian, the Earthly Dao Creation Jade Disc appeared, and a surge of Primordial Chaos Power emanated from it. The Earthly Dao Power poured out as if it were free, and the spatial storms instantly crumbled in the face of this Primordial Chaos Power, as if they had never existed.

"The essence of war lies in returning to the origin." Ye Xuantian's voice was icy cold. The chaotic runes that appeared on the spear suddenly shone brightly, and the energy of the blood sea within a hundred miles was frantically drawn out, condensing into a fist-sized black hole at the tip of the spear.

The Styx Ancestor's expression changed drastically. He crossed his two swords in front of his chest, and the ancient runes on the swords lit up one by one, weaving a blood-red light curtain in front of him.

There was no sound when the black hole came into contact with the light curtain, but fine cracks began to appear on the blade of the Abyssal Sword, and the same was true for the Yuan Tu Sword.

The Styx Ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which landed on the two longswords, causing the cracks to disappear.

"break!"

As Ye Xuantian spoke, a terrifying shockwave suddenly erupted from the black hole, directly blasting away the Styx Ancestor.

The Styx Ancestor, who was retreating rapidly, pointed at Abi Yuantu, and instantly the two long swords disappeared.

As the Styx Ancestor looked at Ye Xuantian, who was descending towards him with the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, he couldn't help but say, "I have lost this battle. Once I have complete control of Mount Ling, I will personally step forward to fight you."

"That's a real pity. You can't leave Mount Ling! You underestimate the Buddha and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Mount Ling. You will regret taking over the Buddha's body."

Ye Xuantian's God-Slaying Spear pierced directly through the golden body of the Styx Ancestor.

The source of war raged, shattering the Dharma body of the Styx Ancestor.

As the sea of ​​blood dissipated, Mosquito Daoist coldly stared at Ye Xuantian. "Despicable villain! You've already reached the peak of Quasi-Saint realm, yet you resort to such underhanded tactics in battle. It's utterly shameful!"

Ye Xuantian landed in front of Mosquito Daoist: "You, who took advantage of Jin Chanzi's weakened will in his last reincarnation to seize his body, dare to say such a thing?"

"Hmph! As long as I hide within Jin Chanzi's soul, you can't do anything to me!"

"Then you should die with him!" Ye Xuantian said, striking Xuanzang's forehead with his palm.

"How dare you?" Mosquito Taoist never expected Ye Xuantian to be so ruthless.

He sensed Ye Xuantian's almost tangible killing intent, which meant that Ye Xuantian truly didn't care about Xuanzang's life or death.

Without further hesitation, Mosquito Taoist flew directly out of Xuanzang's body and disappeared into the void.

"A hundred miles of peach blossoms, a hundred miles of fragrance!" Ye Xuantian murmured, and instantly, the peach grove bloomed again, and Mosquito Daoist's figure fell into it, unable to escape.

The air was filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms, and skeletal hands crawled out from the roots of the peach grove, each hand connected to a thread of karma with the Mosquito Taoist.

“Old Man of the South Pole, I’m giving you this clone of the Mosquito Taoist.”

"Thank you, Sage Xuantian!" The Antarctic Immortal was overjoyed.

The Antarctic Immortal pointed his dragon-patterned staff at the ground, and instantly all the skeletal hands, pulling the Mosquito Daoist along, plunged into the earth. "I, the Mosquito Daoist, will remember this humiliation you have suffered today!"

As the Mosquito Taoist disappeared into the soil, the peach grove began to shrink, eventually transforming into a Buddhist bead that landed in front of the Antarctic Immortal. The Antarctic Immortal examined it carefully for a long time before throwing it into the broken eyeball of the Panlong Cane.

Instantly, the dragon-patterned walking stick regained its divine charm.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Ye Xuantian pointed at the monk Xuanzang in front of him: "Destroy his mind, confuse his soul, and turn him into a puppet."

"In accordance with the teachings of the sages!"

The Old Man of the South Pole glanced at the monk Xuanzang, a hint of pity appearing in his eyes.

"His nine incarnations have been scattered, leaving only his divine soul. He has become a cripple and a saint. Buddhism has lost a true Buddha."

Ye Xuantian glanced at the Antarctic Immortal: "Would the Immortal still like to go and take a look at the Great Dao?"

"The Buddhas of Buddhism are full of compassion. One person's death serves as a bridge for thousands to cross. They are truly compassionate people," the Antarctic Immortal nodded.

Lu Ya put his arm around the shoulder of the Antarctic Immortal and said, "It's just that those two saints aren't here, otherwise they would have at least said to you: 'Benefactor, you and I have a connection to the West.'"

"Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, please don't make fun of me. I'm just stating the facts."

"Guanyin Bodhisattva has already entered the realm of Jambudvipa. We must make Xuanzang a complete cripple before He sees him!"

"Rest assured, Your Majesty!" said the Antarctic Immortal with a solemn expression.

“Old Immortal, this is a matter of great importance. Don’t let compassion arise just because the Buddha gave you two prayer beads, lest you lose your life in the end,” Lu Ya said, his playful expression gone.

He understood better than anyone how much Ye Xuantian valued the Western Tribulation. He knew that if the Antarctic Immortal really messed things up, Ye Xuantian would show no mercy.

"Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Lu Ya."

"Alright, Lu Ya, come with me to the Underworld. Leave this to the Antarctic Immortal."

"Huh? Go to the underworld? What are you going to the underworld for?"

"Ksitigarbha is too preoccupied; he always needs a gentle reminder?"

As Ye Xuantian finished speaking, his figure vanished, and Lu Ya patted the Antarctic Immortal's shoulder heavily once more.

"Old Immortal, remember, remember, do not have a compassionate heart."

After Lu Ya finished speaking, he ignored the response from the Antarctic Immortal and vanished.

The Old Man of the South Pole looked at Master Xuanzang before him, his eyes filled with contemplation.

"The disciples of the Buddha have gone through ten lifetimes of reincarnation for this great calamity, yet they have ended up like this. What about Bodhisattvas? What about becoming a Buddha?" the Antarctic Immortal muttered to himself.

Just as the Old Man of the South Pole finished speaking, Master Xuanzang's eyelids twitched.

"Does it lack compassion? Yet it also evokes a deep sense of sorrow, like the fox mourning the death of its rabbit."

The moment those words were spoken, Master Xuanzang opened his eyes.

"Who are you?" Master Xuanzang's eyes were filled with fear, a fear so natural that it made the Antarctic Immortal feel that Jin Chanzi was dead and the person in front of him was just a mortal.

The Old Man of the South Pole: "I ask you, since you began practicing Buddhism at Jinshan Temple, is your devotion to Buddhism still steadfast?"

Upon hearing this, Master Xuanzang lowered his brows and darted around in confusion, but finally raised his eyes again: "This disciple is devoted to worshipping Buddha and has never wavered!"

"Alas, the physical torment of ten lifetimes, coupled with my bewitching over the years, has finally eroded Jin Chanzi's will. In that case, sending you to fall into depravity once more will be enough."

The Antarctic Immortal touched Xuanzang's forehead with his dragon-patterned cane, and instantly, profound power surged, causing Master Xuanzang to faint.

Immediately, cries rang out, and Xuanzang's body began to convulse unconsciously. Soon after, Xuanzang began to cry, and the convulsions became more severe. After another half a quarter of an hour, Xuanzang's body began to roll violently, and his hands scratched incessantly at his body, leaving streaks of blood. In the end, he even began to tear off layers of skin.

"Aaaaaah!" Xuanzang let out a series of painful roars.

"Father, Mother!!"

Xuanzang finally shouted out, and his roars made the Antarctic Immortal close his eyes.

"That should be enough!" The Antarctic Immortal put away his dragon-shaped walking stick. Xuanzang's breathing was still rapid, but he finally stopped struggling.

The Antarctic Immortal stared at Xuanzang for a long time: "I have accompanied you through ten lifetimes of reincarnation, and there is still some affection between us. The Sage of Xuantian only told me to let you fall into depravity, but he did not say to completely erase your will. So I have done my job."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Antarctic Immortal slowly disappeared, leaving only the physical body of Master Xuanzang standing alone, disheveled in the wind.

After a long while, the wind rose again, and the figure of the Antarctic Immortal reappeared. He stared at Xuanzang for a long time before finally sighing, "It seems that there is no trace of the Mosquito Taoist left."

Ripples spread across the space beneath the Antarctic Immortal, and he sank into them.

About five or six hours later, Master Xuanzang slowly got up, his eyes filled with a fierce light.

"What kind of bullshit Xuan Tian Saint? Even if you defeated Master's clone and killed my will, so what? How could you have foreseen that I had already swallowed the tenth incarnation of Jin Chanzi, and that I myself had already secretly crossed the Blood Sea to become the tenth incarnation of Jin Chanzi!"

Mosquito Taoist's laughter grew even more rampant: "Master's schemes are the best in the world. As long as I am the one on the pilgrimage, this merit belongs to my Asura lineage, and no one can take it away!"

"From this day forward, I, Mosquito Taoist, am the reincarnation of Golden Cicada!"

……

In the desolate underworld, there is a temple, the residence of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which has not seen anyone for five hundred years.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha's violent coughing awakened Diting from his meditative state.

"Bodhisattva, are you alright?"

"If I had known earlier that Buddha could not destroy Styx Ancestor, I would never have left the core of the formation and entered the Blood Sea to help, which almost destroyed my physical body."

"So this is the explanation for why the Bodhisattva had Mosquito Taoist devour the tenth incarnation of Golden Cicada?" Ye Xuantian's figure appeared, his eyes filled with coldness.

"What? So the Antarctic Immortal wasn't facing the remnant spirit of the Mosquito Daoist? But the Mosquito Daoist's true form?" Lu Ya's figure appeared, his face full of horror.

"Lord Lu Ya, you flatter me. I am but a mortal with a slightly stronger soul," said Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with a wry smile.

"So, was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva doing it intentionally or accidentally?"

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