Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 134 As a sorcerer with unparalleled foresight, if I say I'll give you three people, then I mean three.
Di Shitian's pupils contracted slightly as he sensed the obscure and profound aura emanating from the white-haired, black-robed man, and he couldn't help but say:

"What kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

"Hehe, Yi (易) means change, yin and yang, gods and demons." Zhuang Buran smiled.

"I am simply following in your footsteps."

"Playing tricks, I'll beat you to your true form!" Di Shitian unleashed a vast expanse of icy mist, which suddenly transformed into a sky full of ice lightning.

"I too possess the divine power of thunder!"

Zhuang Buran stood with his hands behind his back, and a white dragon several hundred feet long emerged from his body. It was none other than the Thunder Dragon, which was the result of the sublimation of Zhou Liu's electric energy.

Despite its enormous size, it still possesses the ability to move swiftly and attack and defend with ease, swallowing thousands of ice and lightning bolts in the blink of an eye.

The white-haired man in black robes trembled, his feet shaking. Because of his own spiritual advancement, he was able to temporarily restrain Emperor Shitian's Feng Hou Qi Men technique, which then unleashed a power far exceeding the technique itself.

Just as Xiao Feng's Taizu Long Fist could subdue all heroes, his small fireball technique could also possess the power of the sun.

Once Zhuang Buran used the Chaotic Golden Clapper, he completely suppressed Di Shitian, and the Thunderous Dragon rushed towards him with earth-shattering force.

"Boom!"

A bright white light shone over an area of ​​a hundred miles, and the few people watching the battle in the distance were suddenly blown away by a swift yet gentle wind.

When the white light dissipated, not only the vast bamboo forest, but everything around it was pulverized by the lightning, revealing a deep pit about two or three hundred feet in diameter.

The pit was bottomless, but one could vaguely smell the aroma of meat.

"Even if you expended a lot of your power just now, you probably still have more than half left. This attack will at most only cause you some injury. Why don't you come out?"

Zhuang Buran, suspended above the deep pit, said leisurely:
"Now my heaven and earth have become the outer universe, so when I have wind, heaven and earth have wind; when I have clouds, heaven and earth have clouds; when I have thunder, heaven and earth have thunder; when I have rain, heaven and earth have rain; when I want sunshine, heaven and earth become sunny."

"Heaven and earth are now in my grasp. To defy me is to defy the heavens. Even in your prime, you would find it difficult to break through the trap I have set. How do you think you can escape?"

"Why don't we get straight to the point and come out to talk to me about the gambling matter we discussed at the beginning?"

A moment later, a charred figure leaped out. He was covered in wounds, his long hair was like a bird's nest, and his clothes were tattered, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Let me take a good look. Despite suffering severe injuries, a fire-attribute energy is constantly healing your wounds. This energy seems to be consistent with the internal energy cultivation method you practice. No wonder you have the power to bring the dead back to life, and even the ability to live forever."

Zhuang Buran continued to scrutinize Indra:

"You look much older than before. Could it be that the power within you, which seems to be the auspicious phoenix, can only grant you longevity, but not immortality?"

He then looked as if he had just realized something and nodded:

"No wonder you wore the Ice Mask from the beginning. You must freeze yourself from time to time to slow down your aging."

Di Shitian felt a chill run down his spine. He felt that this white-haired, black-robed man had just mastered some kind of martial art, and his martial arts cultivation had increased to a level that he couldn't understand. Moreover, in front of him, it was as if he had been stripped naked, and all his secrets had been clearly seen.

"Don't make a fuss. As a sorcerer who can predict the future, it's only natural that I would know about other people's past lives after my cultivation has improved."

"What exactly do you want to bet on?" Di Shitian's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What you can gamble on is, of course, your fate."

Zhuang Bu Ran sneered:
"You have the blood of the phoenix in your body, which is why you have lived for nearly two thousand years. Unfortunately, it cannot make you immortal. Your search for Feng and Yun is probably for some other purpose."

"Let me calculate. There are four auspicious beasts in the world. You have killed the phoenix. The qilin belongs to fire and is also deeply demonic. If you obtain it, it will only make things worse. The black tortoise has disappeared. It seems that you want the dragon's essence."

"Dragon Essence belongs to Water, which is mutually reinforcing and restraining with your Fire-attribute Phoenix Blood. If you want to devour Dragon Essence, you will reach the state of perfect harmony between Water and Fire, and thus achieve immortality and become an eternal god in the mortal world." Emperor Shitian felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, never expecting that the white-haired, black-robed man had actually foreseen his scheme.

"The auspicious day that occurs once every six hundred years is when the Divine Dragon, the leader of the Four Auspicious Beasts, is at its weakest. You must be planning to gather seven top experts, wielding the most powerful divine weapons, to slaughter the Divine Dragon and seize its Dragon Essence."

Zhuang Buran had a smile playing on his lips:

"I'll bet on whether you can successfully slay the dragon and whether you can get what you want in the end. To show my sincerity, I will have Feng and Yun lend you a hand."

"You wouldn't be thinking of being the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, would you?" Di Shitian asked suspiciously.

Zhuang Bu Ran burst out laughing:
"Do you think I am a useless and short-sighted person like you, trying to gain immortality through external means? What's the point?"

He paused, his smile deepening.
"All I wanted was an indestructible human punching bag, and I thought you were pretty good, so I hoped you would get what you wanted."

"In this way, although I lost the bet, I got what I wanted. You won't end up being constantly injured by me, losing your phoenix blood, and dying a miserable old age."

"You're an even more insane madman than I am." Indra stared intently at the white-haired, black-robed figure in mid-air.

"No wonder Feng and Yun mistook me for you."

"It seems I overestimated you; you don't even understand this simple principle," Zhuang Buran said slowly.
"No one who practices martial arts can avoid going crazy, and no one who cultivates immortality can avoid being mad. My achievements today are due to my 'no madness, no life' approach."

Indra felt that the white-haired, black-robed man must have other plans, so he immediately probed:

"Aren't you afraid that once I obtain the Dragon Essence, my power will greatly increase, and I'll tear you to pieces?"

"That would be wonderful. I eagerly await your tearing me to pieces. Otherwise, I will tear you to pieces a thousand times over."

Zhuang Buran's face was full of curiosity:
"I'll see if the so-called Phoenix Blood and Dragon Essence are really that magical, allowing you to be resurrected repeatedly."

Upon hearing this, Indra finally understood that this was a true madman. No wonder it was rumored that those who could foresee the secrets of heaven were all madmen, from the many sorcerers he had encountered in his long life to the Mud Bodhisattva who was known as the number one fortune teller.

For some reason, I gained a great understanding of the saying that nine out of ten sorcerers are madmen.

"Alright, I'll take your bet."

Zhuang Buran's face showed delight:
"If that's the case, I'll give you another great master. The martial arts legend is the perfect candidate to help you slay the dragon."

“A righteous person like him is the easiest to control. You can first severely injure him and teach him a lesson, then use his only disciple, Jian Chen, as a hostage. That should make him an excellent helper for you.”

"If this still can't force him to submit, you can threaten him with the lives of many righteous sects. If he still doesn't comply, then eliminate them one by one. I think you only need to say this in the end, how could Wuming dare to disobey?"

Indra remained silent for a long while before speaking:
"No wonder he was once a powerful figure who dominated the martial arts world."

Zhuang Bu Ran sighed softly:
"Alas, in order to obtain a very useful human punching bag, I have gone to great lengths to plan for you. Please do not lose the bet."

"As Wuming's disciple, Jian Chen's martial arts skills must be quite good as well."

Indra was interrupted by the white-haired, black-robed man as he spoke:

"As a sorcerer who can calculate without error, if I say I will give you three people, then I mean three people."

"Years ago, I crippled Jian Chen's martial arts. With his talent, comprehension, and poor temperament, he was best used as a hostage."

Indra: "."

(End of this chapter)