owlsbooks Chapter 106 Becoming a Creditor
Chapter 106 Becoming a Creditor
The eye in the mirror is still looking.
The whole street was deathly quiet.
The Jingcheng law enforcement officers, who were just shouting "Stop the collection," didn't even dare to raise their halberds now, standing there like a row of wooden stakes.
Jing Chenfan knelt on the ground, his forehead almost touching the mirror brick, his voice trembling.
"The principal debtor... he doesn't know the rules, he's not from around here, he—"
The voice in the mirror immediately subsided.
"Shut up."
Two words were uttered.
Jing Chenfan shuddered, and blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Zong Wu felt a chill run down his spine and muttered a curse under his breath.
"This thing doesn't come from Mirror City."
Chen Fan did not respond.
He still held the fragment he had just pulled out in his hand. The fragment was small, only about the length of a finger joint, with edges that looked burnt, and a glimmer of starlight flowing inside, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
That eye was fixed on the fragments, then on him.
"You took the items for settling accounts."
"We have to fill in for them."
"The Ninth Old Debt has been unclaimed for many years. If you take over, you will receive this item."
As soon as he finished speaking...
A larger fragment slowly emerged from the mirror.
This time it's not just a little bit of starlight.
It was a whole clump together.
It's like prying off a corner of the night sky and shoving it into a mirror.
Zong Wu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Stellar core fragments?"
His voice cracked.
"Is it a main core-level processor?"
The Mirror City law enforcement officers around them were also in an uproar.
"Core-level?"
"Wasn't this thing sealed at the very bottom of the old warehouse?!"
"This is what you get to pay off an old debt?"
As soon as someone finished speaking, the person next to them immediately took two steps back, his face turning pale.
"Giving so much, how deep is the trap?"
Jing Chenfan suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.
"Don't believe it!"
"Old debts aren't just accounts, they're chains! Once you're on them, you can't get rid of them!"
"Of the seven high-ranking officials in the city back then, six died and one went mad, all because they touched the old debt register!"
He spoke faster and faster, as if afraid that Chen Fan might actually agree.
"The ninth old debt is even more sinister; no one has dared to overturn it for decades. You think it's a windfall? It's looking for a scapegoat!"
The eye in the mirror ignored him and only looked at Chen Fan.
"catch."
"Still not answering."
The air felt tense.
Zong Wu moved to Chen Fan's side and lowered his voice.
"Don't rush to nod. If something seems too good to be true, it's likely a trap."
"These shady characters are even more cunning than Liu Er."
The stone also trembled slightly inside Chen Fan's sleeve.
The next moment, a line of faint words appeared in his mind.
[Acceptable, but not all]
There are only six characters.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
Zongwu became even more anxious when he saw that he didn't speak.
"Don't do anything reckless. You just swallowed Jing Chenfan's nodes and haven't fully digested them yet. If you really take on the old debts, you might not even be able to take care of Huaguo Mountain."
He paused for a moment after saying this.
"Wait, that communication talisman in your sleeve seems to be moving again."
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
He didn't lower his head, but only scanned it with his divine sense.
The contact symbol lit up for a moment.
very short.
It was like someone was desperately knocking on the outside of a thick wall.
Huaguoshan.
The problem hasn't been completely resolved yet.
In other words, the suppression in this area is not absolute.
He can reconnect the thread as long as something stronger opens a crack.
Chen Fan's gaze fell on the cluster of star core fragments.
He has to take this.
As for debt?
Who says a creditor has to repay a debt?
With a thought, he directly activated the system.
"Investigate whether there is any room for maneuver in making up for old debts."
The system quickly popped up a panel.
[High-risk storyline debt detected]
[Currently Available Permissions: Story-Based Usurpation (Beginner)]
[Performable operations: renaming, adding, removing, changing order]
[Note: The host can accept only the 'creditor's name' and not the 'creditor's responsibility'.]
[Tip 2: The target party must approve the first page of the contract text]
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.
It became.
This is what is called matching one's major to one's job.
The thing in the mirror is looking for a scapegoat.
He happens to be better at making pot lids without any tools.
Chen Fan looked up and smiled at that eye.
"Deals are negotiable."
"Let's clarify first, which segment are you taking over?"
The eye in the mirror slowly turned, as if it were interrogating him.
After a while, the voice came again.
"The Ninth Old Debt".
You continue from the first page.
"To be registered under someone's name."
"The fragments are yours."
Zongwu frowned upon hearing this.
"The first page? That's an even dirtier way of putting it. The first page is the most decoy; the rest is all traps."
Jing Chenfan knelt on the ground, then suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.
I laughed so hard I almost choked.
"You're finished."
Do you know who is credited with the Ninth Old Debt?
Just as he was about to continue speaking, a black streak flashed in the mirror and struck him, knocking him to the ground with a loud crack.
Half of his face split open on the spot.
"Too talkative."
Jing Chenfan covered his face, finally not daring to speak again.
Chen Fan felt more at ease.
The fact that they can cover it up and not let people talk about it indicates that the debtor has a very high status.
The bigger it is, the more valuable it is.
High risk, high reward.
Having made it this far, is he afraid of falling into a pitfall?
What I'm afraid of is that the pit isn't fat enough.
Chen Fan took a step forward.
The law enforcement officers in Mirror City all stepped back.
Just a moment ago they were like catching thieves, but now they're all behaving themselves, not even daring to meet his gaze.
The leader swallowed hard and whispered, "They really dare to accept?"
A person nearby muttered, "Crazy."
Zong Wu tugged at Chen Fan's sleeve.
"I'll ask you one last time, are you serious?"
Chen Fan replied to him in a low voice.
"catch."
"But it's not the way it wanted to connect."
Zongwu was taken aback.
Chen Fan had already raised his hand.
"Give me the contract."
The mirror surface rippled.
A semi-transparent sheet of paper slowly floated out from inside.
There were no words on the paper, only nine faint old marks, as if someone had written on it nine times and then erased it nine times.
That eye was fixed on him.
"sign."
"You are the new creditor of the ninth old debt."
The system activated the moment Chen Fan pressed his fingertip.
[Plot Tactics for Usurping Power Have Been Activated]
[Mode: Substitute Name Placement]
[Cut off in progress—]
[Please choose your own name, host.]
Chen Fan mentally added a sentence to himself.
I am the creditor.
I'm not the one who has to pay off the debt.
The next second, he traced a line of words across the empty paper with his fingertips, like the strokes of a pen.
—Acting as custodian of the list of creditors for the Ninth Old Debt.
The only difference is the addition of the words "managed on behalf of".
The entire contract page jolted violently.
For the first time, the eye in the mirror showed a change in expression.
It's like they never expected to be able to play like this.
Zong Wu was stunned at first, then gasped.
"You can write it like this?"
Wen Shi gave a slight tremor in his sleeve, as if he were laughing.
When Jing Chenfan saw the words, he was completely stunned.
"You...you altered the contract?"
"They even dared to tamper with the principal debt contract?"
Chen Fan didn't bother to look at him.
Continue down to the second line.
—Only bear the name of the creditor, not the responsibility for past actions.
The entire blank sheet of paper began to turn red.
It's like something is struggling under the paper.
The eye in the mirror lowered its voice.
"You're drilling a hole."
Chen Fan looked up at it.
"You made it very clear just now. It's the first page, the name is on the register. It didn't say I was fully responsible."
"Buying and selling must be done literally."
"You didn't lose out. Someone's already on the list, right?"
Everyone around was stunned.
The law enforcement officers in Mirror City looked at each other in bewilderment.
They wouldn't even dare approach a contract of this level, but Chen Fan changed the wording on the spot, making it sound like it could actually be done.
Even more outrageous is...
The person in the mirror didn't tear him apart immediately.
This explains why the word is useful.
That eye remained silent for a moment.
The mirrored tiles on the street began to shine one by one.
It's as if the entire city of Mirror City is verifying this contract.
Chen Fan's palms also felt a little hot.
This is a judgment.
He ate the meat.
No, they'll probably turn on you on the spot.
Zongwu's hands were covered in sweat, and he was still muttering to himself.
"You're really courting death."
"Following you is like walking on a knife's edge every day."
"If I actually die, it will be considered a work-related injury."
hum-
The void paper suddenly snapped shut.
The words on it all sank into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the stellar core fragment flew out of the mirror and landed in Chen Fan's hand with a snap.
The moment I got it.
Chen Fan felt as if something had bumped into his chest.
It doesn't hurt.
It was the barrier pressing down on me that had been forcibly torn open.
The system immediately popped up a notification.
[Obtained: Star Core Fragment (Main Core Grade)]
[Resistance to Boundary Removal +17]
[Mirror Domain Suppression Nerfed]
External communication is being restored.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up, and he immediately pinched the communication talisman in his sleeve.
This time it wasn't just a flash.
It really did light up.
Although it was only for a brief moment, a familiar aura still emanated from the talisman.
It is the emergency contact stamp of Huaguo Mountain.
He even heard a fragment of a sound.
"Strategist...outside the mountains..."
The sound stopped.
The communication symbol went dark again.
That one breath is enough.
Something happened outside.
And it's not a trivial matter.
Chen Fan flipped over the star core fragment and put it directly into his sleeve.
Zongwu was already delighted.
"I made a profit! I really made a profit!"
"Your hands are even cleaner than if you were stealing."
The law enforcement officers in Mirror City all had red eyes.
The main core-level star core, given away just like that.
What's even more crucial is that Chen Fanzhen managed to circumvent the contract.
Someone muttered under their breath, "This is allowed?"
The leader stared at Chen Fan, his face twitching.
"They even dare to play with words in the principal debt contract... No wonder they can swallow cores of the same origin."
Jing Chenfan lay on the ground, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
"impossible."
"How could it recognize it?"
"Old debt contracts are the most rigid; how could they possibly accept escrow accounts!"
Chen Fan walked up to him and looked down at him.
"They recognize words, but not people."
"You've been kneeling for too long; your brain has gone numb."
Jing Chenfan's face turned pale and then flushed, and his chest heaved violently.
If it weren't for that eye still being there, he probably would have pounced on it and bitten someone.
Just then.
Chen Fan suddenly felt a heat on his back.
It felt like someone had pressed a branding iron against my spine.
His robes billowed even though there was no wind.
Zong Wu's expression changed.
"Behind you!"
Chen Fan reached out and touched nothing.
The next moment, his image was reflected in all the mirrors on the street.
Nine black lines appeared behind Chen Fan in the mirror.
Each one is deeper than the last.
Like nine thin chains, they extended from his back, connecting in different directions.
Eight of them are very vague.
Only the very middle one was dazzlingly bright.
Heading upwards.
Crossing the city.
Wearing a mirror.
Finally, it disappeared straight into the sky.
It's not in the direction of Heaven.
It's to the west.
Zongwu looked up along the debt line, his mouth slowly opening.
"That's over there..."
The law enforcement officers of Mirror City saw it all.
Their expressions changed instantly.
Some people immediately backed away.
"Lingshan?"
"How did the ninth old debt end up involving that?"
"Who exactly is the debtor?!"
Jing Chenfan seemed to finally remember something, and the color drained from his face instantly.
He stared at the brightest debt line on Chen Fan's back, and squeezed out a broken sound.
"No……"
"It couldn't be him..."
The eye in the mirror slowly closed halfway.
It looks like he's laughing.
Then, a line of text appeared simultaneously from all the mirrors.
[The Ninth Old Debtor: Tathagata]
The streets were in complete chaos.
Chapter 147 Tathagata’s Old Debt
The street was in an uproar.
"The Tathagata?"
"Are you kidding me? Even that person from Mount Ling would be in debt?"
"The Ninth Old Debt...isn't this something you only encounter in the deepest parts of Mirror City?!"
The mirror-like figures around them were thrown into chaos. Some turned and ran, some stood there in a daze, and even the silver-armored enforcers sheathed their halberds, their faces showing humanity for the first time.
Jing Chenfan knelt on the ground, his back hunched over.
He kept repeating, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."
Zong Wu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Are you still standing?"
"That is the Buddha."
Chen Fan didn't respond to that.
He looked down at the shards in his hand.
The brightest line, like a fine gold thread, was slowly creeping out from the fragments, winding upwards along the back of his hand. When it reached his wrist, it suddenly jolted.
next second.
All the mirrors in front of Chen Fan turned white at the same time.
The street is gone.
The person is gone.
Even Zongwu's voice trailed off.
He felt as if he had been plunged into ice water, with only the whistling wind in his ears. Soon, the sound of the wind changed, turning into a series of deep chimes.
when--
when--
With each ring, a layer of light appeared before his eyes.
When the seventh sound ended, the white light faded, revealing a broken sky in front of them.
It really felt like a corner of the sky had collapsed.
The sky above was full of cracks. Behind the cracks were not clouds, but darkness. A heavy, oppressive darkness, like a giant hole, slowly swallowing us down.
The area below was packed with people.
Chen Fan only glanced at it, but his back tensed up.
There were celestial soldiers. There were Buddhist Arhats. Some he recognized, and some he didn't. Everyone was looking in one direction.
A golden light was suspended in that place.
A Buddha figure sat amidst the golden light.
Chen Fan couldn't see the face clearly, but he felt that the Buddha's figure was very stable, as stable as if it were pressing down on the entire collapsing sky.
The Buddha's shadow raised its hand.
A black line suddenly stretched out in the sky.
The black line resembled neither a weapon nor a magical artifact, but rather some kind of authority. As soon as it appeared, all the surrounding cracks fell silent. The previously turbulent black tide was forcefully suppressed by it.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan heard a sentence.
"For this purpose."
The voice was not loud.
But everyone in the room lowered their heads.
The next instant, the black line suddenly pressed down.
It wasn't hitting anyone.
It's a smear.
It's like wiping a piece of paper with a pen, directly erasing a section.
A section of the sky, along with a large group of people, suddenly disappeared.
It wasn't shattered, nor was it burned to ashes.
It's gone.
The beginning and the end don't connect.
It's as if this never happened.
Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine.
He saw a hand at the edge of that erased blank space.
Hairy hands.
Golden Retriever.
Only half of it was visible before it vanished in the next instant.
Sun Wukong?
The moment this thought crossed Chen Fan's mind, the scene shifted again.
This time, he saw a mountain.
Five mountain peaks stand upright towards the sky.
A golden light loomed down from the mountain, and the shadowy figures of monkeys could be vaguely seen. Many figures stood outside the mountain, Buddhist monks, their scriptures fluttering in the wind. At the very edge, a tall, thin figure, resembling an ordinary person, was being pushed towards the edge of the mountain.
The person's back looked familiar.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
Like himself.
No, not like.
it's him.
He was even more disheveled, his clothes torn, his hair disheveled, and he staggered as he leaned against the stone wall, looking up at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
He opened his mouth as if to shout something.
There was no sound on the screen.
Immediately afterwards, that black line swept across again.
This section is also starting to turn white.
It's like someone finds it an eyesore and wants to wipe it all away.
This time, an eye suddenly appeared in the sky.
It looks a lot like the one in the mirror.
The eye was fixed on the Buddha's image, showing no respect whatsoever, but rather as if it were keeping accounts.
Soon, another voice squeezed into Chen Fan's ear.
"If you borrow it, you have to pay it back."
The Buddha's shadow did not turn around.
Before that eye closed, a pattern fell from the air.
It's a debt pattern.
Thin, long, with gold trim.
It landed on that pale void, as if marking the history that had been erased by this stroke.
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
The white light shattered in the next instant.
He stood back on Jingcheng Street, stumbled, and almost fell.
Zongwu grabbed him.
"What did you see?"
Chen Fan's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He didn't rush to speak, but first spread his hands.
The fragment was already red-hot, and the markings on it were twice as bright as before.
When Jing Chenfan saw this change, he moved backward as if he had seen a ghost.
"You've run into old grudges...you really have."
Chen Fan stared at him: "What do you know?"
Jing Chenfan shook his head frantically.
No, I don't know, I can't say.
"I'll die if I tell you."
Zong Wu kicked him, knocking him to the ground.
"If you don't talk, you'll die right now."
Jing Chenfan clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain.
He was still trying to be stubborn. Suddenly, the darkened mirror in the middle of the street lit up again.
That eye wasn't fully open.
Only a crack was opened.
A chill ran down on me.
Jing Chenfan froze on the spot, his teeth chattering.
"I only know a little bit."
"The Ninth Old Debt is not an ordinary debt."
"It records past historical debts. Who changed their ways, who erased their mistakes, who stole someone else's piece of history—all of these will be recorded."
Zongwu's eyelids twitched as he listened.
"You mean, the Tathagata altered the old history of the Three Realms in the past?"
Jing Chenfan dared not nod or shake his head.
"I didn't say that."
"There have always been rumors in Mirror City. In the year the Three Realms were reconstructed, a segment was missing. No one can say for sure what was missing, only that many people's positions changed and many things couldn't be connected."
"Some people were supposed to die, but they lived on. Some people were supposed to appear, but no one remembers them."
"The most eerie thing is that the section around Wuzhi Mountain is also different from before."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
He looked up at the mirror.
"Zongwu, ask about the stone."
Zong Wu paused for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and took out the questioning stone from his sleeve.
The stone turned gray as soon as it came out, as if it were afraid of this place.
Zong Wu bit his fingertip, smeared the blood on it, and stared at the stone surface as he spoke, word by word.
"Has the Tathagata, the debtor of the ninth old debt, truly repaid it?"
The street suddenly became quiet.
All eyes were fixed on the stone.
Even the mirror-like person remained silent.
The stone surface first turns black, then becomes shiny.
After three breaths, two words slowly appeared on it.
No.
Zongwu's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the stone.
"I haven't paid it back..."
He looked up, and his voice had changed.
"I really haven't paid it back!"
The explosions around them intensified instantly.
"Doesn't that mean that the one from Mount Ling really owes a debt?"
"The debt hasn't been settled yet?"
"How is this possible!"
One of the silver-armored law enforcers took three steps back, his eyes filled with shock. He had just been trying to bring up public property, but now he couldn't even look Chen Fan in the eye.
Jing Chenfan fared even worse.
He collapsed to the ground, as if all support had broken.
"It's over."
"If even the Buddha hasn't repaid it, then this debt mark isn't just scary; it will truly come knocking on your door."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan calmed down.
The previous points were connected in one go.
His time travel was no coincidence.
It is no coincidence that Wuzhi Mountain has been under its foot for a hundred years.
Sun Wukong is imprisoned, Tang Sanzang embarks on his journey to the West, the pilgrimage system, the absence of a morality system, the Mirror City node, fragments of old debts...
These things are not scattered.
There was a hand behind me pushing.
It's not something to be promoted now.
It started a long time ago.
His decision to oppose the pilgrimage was not a spur-of-the-moment idea.
It's more like an old debt that's been dragging on until today, and finally someone's coming to collect it.
Chen Fan looked down at the debt line on the back of his hand and suddenly smiled.
The smile was faint.
Zongwu felt a chill run down his spine.
"You can still laugh?"
"You've already dragged Buddha into this, don't tell me you want to storm Mount Ling now."
"I advise you to calm down. If you go up now, you won't even get close to the mountain gate."
Chen Fan collected the fragments.
"Who said I was going to touch him now?"
Zongwu was taken aback.
Chen Fan looked up into the depths of Mirror City.
"To owe a debt for so long, there must be more than one IOU."
"First, collect all the fragments. Then, clear the passage."
"If we're going to settle accounts, we need to lay out all the evidence first."
Jing Chenfan's face turned pale after hearing this.
"Do you want to go any further in?"
"The second level has already dealt with the ninth old debt. Go any further in, and what comes out will be deadly."
Chen Fan looked at him and said, "You stay here."
Jing Chenfan panicked: "No! You can't go in!"
Zong Wu was delighted.
"You were just afraid of dying, and now you're trying to persuade people?"
Jing Chenfan's face twitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I'm not trying to persuade you, I'm just afraid it will come out."
"it?"
Chen Fan had just asked the question.
The whole street suddenly shook.
It wasn't an earthquake.
It was as if something beneath the entire Mirror City had turned over.
The surrounding mirrors began to crack in rows.
Click.
Click click.
The cracks spread rapidly into the deeper areas.
The black mist at the end of the street suddenly receded to both sides, and layers of steps rose from the ground. Each step was narrow, grayish-white, and covered with fine, intricate patterns. The steps continued upwards, piercing the sky above Mirror City.
Zongwu looked up, dumbfounded.
"What...is this thing?"
Jing Chenfan's lips trembled, and he could barely manage to utter a sound.
"Debt ladder".
"The door at the deepest part of the second floor has opened."
"Whoever has the brightest lines of debt on their body has to go up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the debt lines on the back of Chen Fan's hand suddenly felt hot.
The entire debt elevator lit up at the same time.
It was as if it was responding to him.
All the people around them knelt down in unison, not daring to raise their heads.
The silver-armored enforcers were even more decisive, retreating directly to the side of the street, their long halberds pressed to the ground, looking like they were sending away a plague god.
Zong Wu cursed and turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Should we go or not?"
Chen Fan didn't waste any words and walked away.
With each step, the entire debt ladder emitted a low hum.
Step two, step three.
With each level you ascend, fragmented images flash across the surrounding mirrors. There's a collapsed sky, broken scriptures, the shadow of a monkey beneath Five Finger Mountain, and a mortal whose face is always obscured.
Zongwu followed behind, growing increasingly apprehensive with each step.
"Have you noticed that these fragments all point to you and the monkey?"
Chen Fan did not turn around.
"Found it."
"We also discovered something else."
"The debt that Buddha owes is probably more than just erasing a piece of history."
"He also forcibly separated the people and things that should have been connected."
Just as Zong Wu was about to ask another question, a circle of golden light suddenly appeared in front of him.
The debt ladder has come to an end.
There stood a monk.
Turn your back to them.
He was wearing an old monk's robe, but he held a golden hoop in his hand.
The golden headband wasn't big; it looked like it had been forcibly ripped off someone's head.
Zongwu glanced at it once and then stopped in his tracks.
"This thing..."
Chen Fan also stopped.
The monk seemed to hear the noise and slowly turned half of his face to the side.
The mirror flashed.
The exposed eye bears a striking resemblance to Sun Wukong's.
Chapter 148 The Shadow of the Golden Hoop Monk
The end of the debt ladder was eerily quiet.
The monk turned half his face to the side, and with a gentle shake of the golden hoop in his hand, a series of faint, metallic clanging sounds emanated from the entire debt ladder. It sounded like countless iron rings colliding behind the wall, one after another, making one's scalp tingle.
Zong Wu took a half step back.
"Something's wrong with these eyes."
Chen Fan did not respond.
He stared at that half of the face, his brows gradually furrowing.
Like.
so similar.
It's not the resemblance in appearance, but the untamed spirit that can't be hidden. It's as if a piece was ripped off from Sun Wukong, soaked in Buddhist incense ash, and forcibly molded into this grotesque shape.
The monk turned around.
His old monk's robe was torn in many places, and the edges were rolled up. But inside the robe, faint circles of gold patterns could be seen moving around. Each time a circle appeared, the golden hoop in his hand would light up.
He smiled.
"Chen Fan".
"Zongwu".
"There is also someone who was not present, but whose name has been recorded."
As he said this, he raised the golden hoop in his hand and tapped it lightly on his palm.
"Sun Wukong".
Zong Wu's face immediately darkened.
"Who do you think you are, daring to call out Monkey King's name?"
The monk didn't look at him, he only looked at Chen Fan.
"This humble monk is a monk who guards his life."
"Specializing in one matter."
"Relock the out-of-control destiny."
As soon as he said that, the surrounding mirrors all turned golden. The previously broken lines on the ground seemed to be hooked and pulled together. The mirrored floor beneath Chen Fan's feet even trembled.
Chen Fan stepped on the crack, his tone indifferent.
"Quite the boast."
"Who have you locked up for?"
The monk with the bound life raised his hand and waved it.
The mirrored wall behind him flipped open, revealing a small, suspended warehouse.
Not big.
It was filled with rings.
Large rings, small rings, black ones, gold ones, some stained with blood, some engraved with Buddhist patterns, and one even had a crack with dark red marks on the edge, as if it had been forcibly broken off from someone's head.
Zongwu's eyelids twitched as he watched.
"Is this some kind of damn hoop?"
"Exactly."
The monk with the life-binding spell traced a line with his finger, dotting each point.
"The calming compass. Taming the unruly."
"The Forbidden Killing Hoop. Locking the Demon General."
"Silence the band. Seal the traitor."
"Severing Thoughts. Extinguishing Miscellaneous Flames."
"And this too."
As he spoke, he reached out and took a ring from the highest point.
The moment that thing appeared, the entire debt elevator seemed to grow colder.
The ring itself wasn't thick, and even looked rather ordinary. But as soon as it appeared, all the small hoops around it vibrated slightly, like servants meeting their master.
Zongwu's Adam's apple bobbed.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold.
There were no Buddhist or Taoist symbols on the ring, only a circle of extremely fine characters that moved back and forth on the gold surface, as if they were alive.
The monk held the ring in his palm, his tone finally carrying a hint of smugness.
"The Ultimate Hoop".
"Originally reserved for Sun Wukong."
"Unfortunately, it wasn't used in that version of the story."
"He was wearing the second-best one."
"There's no chance to deduct it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fine characters on the gold ring suddenly stopped for a moment.
A flash of light in the mirror.
A scene was reflected in the ring.
Half of Huaguo Mountain collapsed.
The monkeys knelt on the ground.
Sun Wukong was pinned beneath a dark mountain shadow, his hands braced on the ground, the ultimate headband wrapped around his head. The headband wasn't tightened, it just lightly touched his scalp, making Sun Wukong feel as if all his tendons had been pulled out, and he could barely even lift his eyes.
Zongwu cursed out loud.
"Bullshit!"
He raised his hand and slapped the stone away.
The black stone rolled through the air, crashing directly into the image. The monk with the life-binding spell flipped his wrist, and the image dissipated. The stone fell back into Zong Wu's hand, its surface already red-hot.
The monk with the shackles glanced at Zongwu.
"What's the rush?"
"This is just for archiving."
"It hasn't been implemented yet."
Chen Fan suddenly smiled.
"So, you mean if Flower Fruit Mountain takes just one more step forward, you're planning to cross over and give Wukong this?"
The monk nodded.
"That's not a plan."
"Absolutely."
"You have crossed the line far too far."
"Mirror City is out of control. Old debts are being unearthed. The Buddha is leaving things unresolved. Every single thing you do is tearing apart an old path."
"If Huaguo Mountain goes against the grain again, this ultimate headband will find its way to his head."
Zongwu gritted his teeth in anger.
"Crossing boundaries and applying the same rules?"
"Do you have that ability?"
"Or is it that group of bald monks behind you who have it?"
The monk finally suppressed a smile.
He put the ultimate hoop back on and said softly, "With sufficient permissions, the story will fill in the gaps on its own."
Chen Fan grasped that word.
"Where does the permission come from?"
The monk looked at him with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"From the storyteller."
The moment those words were uttered, it felt as if a section of air had been sucked out of the room.
Zongwu was stunned.
"Write...what the hell?"
Chen Fan remained silent.
The fragment of the system in his mind trembled slightly, as if it had heard something it shouldn't have.
The monk continued, "You think you can turn the world upside down just because you took the bad ledger page and extracted the node core?"
"Wrong."
"Accounts can be changed, roads can be deviated from, and people can be replaced."
"But the frame is still there."
"Whoever goes out of bounds will be put in a 'strap'."
"Sun Wukong is like that. So are you."
Chen Fan stared at him, then suddenly reached out to Zong Wu.
"Stone."
Zongwu immediately handed over the question stone.
Chen Fan didn't take it to the Gu Ku Ku or the Ultimate Gu Ku Ku; he directly pointed the Questioning Stone at the Gu Ku Ming Monk himself.
The monk frowned and raised his hand to block.
late.
A white crack appeared on the stone, like an eye opening, first sweeping across his face, then his robe, and finally piercing his chest.
hum.
A line of crooked, small characters appeared on the stone surface.
[High-Level Agent]
[Possesses the authority to impose restrictions]
[Not the source]
[Can be cleared]
Zongwu's eyes lit up immediately.
"Okay, okay."
"I thought you were some kind of ancestor."
"Turns out he was just running errands for people."
For the first time, the monk's face darkened.
He took a step forward.
Instantly, more than a dozen golden rings appeared along the entire debt ladder, encircling it from all sides. Chen Fan flicked his sleeve, tossing Wen Shi back into Zong Wu's arms, and simultaneously took a step forward.
"I knew it."
"If we were truly the source, we would have been slapped to death long ago."
"Still trying to scare people with this hoop."
"Someone like you is only good for being a warehouse keeper."
Zongwu was amused and immediately added insult to injury.
"Even the warehouse manager is giving him too much credit."
"He's just a doorman distributing hairpieces."
The monk's eye twitched violently, and the gold patterns under his robe shone brightly.
"You're asking for it."
"Whether it lives or dies, we'll talk about that later."
Chen Fan raised his hand, and a flash of starlight appeared in his palm.
The fragment of the star core, plucked from the node's core, surfaced. The moment the fragment appeared, the surrounding mirror walls began to tremble. Like mice smelling fire, they all became restless.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan turned over another page with his other hand.
Yellowish.
The edges were curled with black ash.
The pattern of the Buddha's old debt on the top is still shining.
Bad debt pages.
The monk's pupils suddenly contracted.
"You dare put these two together?"
Chen Fan grinned.
"Since we're already here today..."
"First, dismantle your hoop."
After saying this, he pressed the star core fragment directly onto the bad ledger page.
boom!
The first page seemed to come alive, the entire sheet bulging outwards. The debt line on the paper instantly shot into the air, transforming into a black line that lashed fiercely at the entrance of the warehouse.
With a bang.
Seven or eight of the outermost row of small hoops exploded on the spot.
Broken rings flew everywhere.
Two of them plunged directly into the mirror wall, and screams immediately came from inside, as if some living creature was hiding inside.
Zongwu was dumbfounded.
"It can be used like that?"
Chen Fan didn't even turn his head.
"An account is an account."
"Whoever uses it to blackmail others, I'll make them pay it back first."
The monk who bound his life was finally truly enraged.
He raised his hands, and the entire hoop behind him suddenly lit up. Hundreds of golden hoops vibrated together, the sound ten times louder than before, making Zong Wu's ears go numb.
"seal up!"
The word fell.
Three black bands rushed out first, aiming straight for Chen Fan's wrists and ankles.
Chen Fan stomped on a ring of mirrored surfaces, shattering it, and used the momentum to move sideways. The first black hoop grazed his waist and flew past, striking the ground and immediately creating a deep pit. The second one circled around from behind, and Zong Wu cursed as he pounced on it, smashing it with a stone.
clang!
Mars is jumping around randomly.
Zongwu's entire arm went numb, and he was thrown back more than ten steps by the shock, still cursing under his breath.
"Damn, this thing is harder than a tortoise shell!"
The third one was already attached to the back of Chen Fan's neck.
Chen Fan swung his hand back, his palm bursting with starlight, and forcefully grabbed the black hoop. The black hoop contracted wildly in his hand, trying to slip inside. Chen Fan exerted force with his five fingers, his knuckles cracking, and managed to bend the hoop an inch.
next second.
Draw another line on the bad debt page.
Snapped!
The black hoop snapped in two.
The monk stared blankly, as if he had seen the most unacceptable thing.
"Can you remove the clamp with your bare hands?"
Is it difficult?
Chen Fan threw the broken hoop away and stomped on it.
"I dare to bring up even the Buddha's past transgressions, why would I be afraid of your little trifle?"
Upon hearing this, the monk's face turned completely grim.
He stopped testing the waters and slammed his palms together.
The entire gate of the warehouse was opened.
Countless golden rings rose into the air, layer upon layer, covering the entire ceiling of the debt ladder. Large rings nested within smaller rings, and the smaller rings further formed illusory rings, instantly creating a golden cage.
Zong Wu looked up and his scalp tingled.
"This quantity is incorrect!"
"He wants to seal off the entire floor!"
The monk with the life-binding spell stood in the center of the golden light, his voice as cold as ice.
"Chen Fan".
"Don't you like taking things apart?"
"Then let's give it a try."
"Take down the ring-shaped enclosure and show me."
The last word was spoken.
Tens of thousands of gold rings fell simultaneously.
Some roads are locked.
Some lock the sky.
Some of them came straight at Chen Fan's head.
Zong Wu's expression changed, and he was about to pounce when Chen Fan suddenly looked up and stared at the ultimate hoop at the top that had not yet fallen.
The ring moved.
Chapter 149 The Hoop Exploded
When the top ring moved, the entire debt elevator trembled.
It's not Jin Guangzhen.
It's the rules that have changed.
Chen Fan looked up, his eyes showing no sign of panic, but instead he grinned.
"So that's where you hid your manhood."
The monk with the bound life twitched his face as he stood in the center of the myriad rings.
"Even when death is imminent, you still dare to be stubborn."
He raised his hand and pressed down.
boom!
The first golden ring fell first.
It's not for rinsing the head, it's for rinsing the feet.
The moment the ring touched the ground, the entire mirrored surface instantly transformed into rings of golden patterns, coiling upwards like living snakes. Chen Fan's foot tightened, and his leg bones creaked as they were constricted.
The second layer falls on the shoulder.
The third layer of waist locking.
The fourth layer directly blocks the throat half an inch in front.
Zong Wu felt a chill run down his spine. He raised the questioning stone and smashed it against a nearby ring. As soon as the stone hit the ring, a muffled groan came from within the stone, as if it had struck a living thing.
"This is no ordinary hoop!"
Zongwu's voice had changed.
"This thing is recognizing people!"
The monk with the shackles sneered.
"Of course I agree."
"The Ten Thousand Rings Lockdown doesn't seal the physical body, it seals the identity."
He stared at Chen Fan and spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.
"Creditor."
"Demon."
"The Challenger".
"You have three aspects."
"This floor is closed today just for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, three golden lines lit up on Chen Fan's head.
The first one, like a debt chain, is wrapped around the old debts on his back.
The second one, like a tight band, encircled his forehead.
The third one was the most ruthless; it was placed on his chest, like a stamp for the person who had passed the test.
Zong Wu's face turned pale.
Having three identities stacked on top of each other isn't just being trapped, it's being crushed to death.
Blurry faces also appeared in the surrounding mirror walls.
They were all afterimages of Mirror City that had been drawn in before.
They stared at Chen Fan, each with a strange look in their eyes.
Some people gloated.
Some people looked horrified.
Some people even recognized the third challenge seal, and their throats went dry.
"It's over."
"This is the Old Treasury Trial."
"Whoever gets three marks on their body will be the first to rot."
The monk lifted his foot forward, the old gold hoop in his hand emitting a low hum.
"Chen Fan, aren't you the best at changing the plot?"
"Come."
"Let me see a change."
The golden ring shrank by another inch.
Chen Fan's shoulder slumped, and his sleeve tore open in half, revealing golden marks on his skin.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, but his smile only widened.
"change?"
"You're absolutely right."
"What I'm best at is stealing the spotlight."
The monk's eyelids twitched.
The next instant, Chen Fan suddenly looked up, stared at him, and shouted.
"The plot has been hijacked!"
As soon as those four words were uttered, the debt line on Chen Fan's back suddenly lit up.
Countless fragments of light within the mirror trembled together, as if someone had used a knife to erase what had been written and then added a new stroke.
The monk's expression changed, and he immediately took a half step back.
"You dare!"
Chen Fan still had a ring around his neck, but he kept his voice steady.
"Once the old debts are incurred, who will hold them accountable?"
"Whoever is in charge will be the first to be bound."
"I, the creditor, am not repaying my debt today."
"I am changing the debt regulations."
click!
The band mark on his forehead, which was about to fall off, suddenly stopped.
It doesn't just stop.
It even turned around.
It flew directly towards the monk who held the life-binding seal.
The monk raised his hand to block, but the old golden headband in his hand had just been raised when the headband imprint in mid-air snapped down on his own head.
He was jolted, and his knees buckled on the spot.
Zong Wu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Did it work?"
Chen Fan gritted his teeth and continued to press down.
"The one who was bound has changed hands."
"Executor, backlash."
"Now it's your turn to try it."
The surrounding golden rings seemed to suddenly lose their aim.
The thing that was originally locking Chen Fan started to rattle and crash around.
Several golden patterns even retreated directly from his body and rushed towards the Life-Binding Monk.
The band around the monk's head tightened more and more, and the veins on his temples bulged out.
He stared intently at Chen Fan, his eyes looking like he wanted to devour him.
"You've merely borrowed the power of a single node."
"You really think you can change my warehouse regulations?"
"You can only damage the outer shell, not the core!"
"With the ultimate binding force above, the old warehouse is back under my control!"
As he spoke, he suddenly clasped his hands together and began chanting a spell.
The ultimate hoop at the very top, which had been slow to fall, suddenly began to spin.
The entire hoistway resounded.
It wasn't a metallic sound.
It's like thousands of people whispering in your ear at the same time.
The more I listen, the more annoyed I get; the more I listen, the more I want to kneel down.
Zongwu covered his ears, blood streaming from his nostrils, but he still stubbornly held up the questioning stone.
"Chen Fan, give him a hand!"
"I'm going to expose him!"
Chen Fan smashed open a gold ring at his waist with a single blow and said coldly, "Quickly."
Zongwu took a deep breath, pointed the questioning stone at the monk with the life-binding ring, and asked three questions in a row.
"How do you control the database?"
A light shone on the stone.
The monk's lips twitched, but he stubbornly refused to reply.
Zongwu picked up a stone and slammed it against his forehead, hoping the pain would force his spirit to ask again.
"Where is the core of your control over the myriad rings hidden?"
This time, the stone's radiance surged.
The monk's chest bulged, as if he had something to say and he bit his teeth until they bled.
"exist……"
He had barely managed to utter a single word when he raised his hand to shut up.
Zong Wu's third sentence had already come crashing down.
"Is the ultimate headband still just a prototype?"
boom!
This sentence hit a nerve.
The monk's face turned pale instantly.
The stone became extremely hot, and a line of characters for "crack" appeared on its surface.
[Core: The Prototype of the Ultimate Hoop]
[Treasury Ownership Carrier: Hoop]
Zongwu was overjoyed and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"That's it!"
"That broken part isn't a finished product; it's the main switch!"
Upon hearing this, all the mirror images around them exploded.
"Prototype?"
"He used a prototype to suppress the entire old warehouse?"
"No wonder you've been hesitant to drop the whole thing!"
"If you break it, the warehouse will fall apart!"
The monk's face twisted into a ball, and for the first time, panic appeared in his eyes.
"Shut up!"
He roared and raised his hand to summon the myriad rings back to their source.
Hundreds and thousands of golden hoops swept in from all directions, like a flock of mad birds, all rushing towards Zongwu.
Zongwu cursed loudly.
"Damn it, you get all worked up just because I exposed your past?"
Chen Fanren has already made a move.
He pushed off with his feet, tearing off the two gold rings on his legs, and his body shot straight up.
Seeing him soaring into the sky, the monk finally revealed a sinister smile.
"court death."
"You think you can actually touch it?"
Nine smaller rings instantly appeared around the ultimate hoop.
One layer inside another.
It's like locking the sky's entrance shut.
Chen Fan flicked the black staff in his hand, and the tip of the staff struck the first layer.
boom!
A burst of golden light erupted.
The second layer follows.
boom!
The third layer was even harder, and the impact caused his tiger's mouth to split open, with blood sliding down the handle of the stick.
The reflections below were all stunned.
"That's insane."
"Are you really going to smash the bulwark with a stick?"
"That's the top of the old debt pool, how dare he touch it?"
The monk who bound his life laughed loudly, but there was a tension in his laughter.
"Smash it."
"Let's see how many floors you can smash!"
Chen Fan completely ignored him.
Fourth floor.
The fifth floor.
The sixth floor.
With each layer he smashed, a golden mark appeared on his body, like someone scraping his bones with a knife. But he smashed faster and faster, until finally he stopped even breathing, his whole body becoming a black line as he fiercely attacked the final, nascent hoop at the top.
Zongwu was going all out, hugging Wenshi and shouting.
"Chen Fan, it hasn't finished recognizing its master yet!"
"It's stuffed with fragments of Wukong's magic headband!"
"Hit the nail in the middle hole!"
The monk's expression changed drastically.
"How dare you say that!"
By saying that, he was essentially admitting it.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
Fragments of Wukong's magic spell?
To take Sun Wukong's possessions and refine them into a treasury to suppress all living beings?
The reflections in the mirrors were stunned at first, then their eyes turned completely red.
"brute!"
"Use the Monkey King's headband as the master lock?"
"No wonder he looks like a monkey!"
"He stole it!"
The monk with the shackles still wanted to maintain order.
Chen Fan has arrived.
He stared at the hidden nail in the center of the ultimate headband, gripped the staff with both hands, and tensed the muscles in his entire arm.
"Stealing Wukong's things."
"You dare to use the surname 'Gu'?"
Smash it down with the stick!
boom--
This sound was louder than all the previous golden rings hitting the ground.
The roof of the reservoir collapsed entirely.
The prototype of the ultimate hoop first cracked with a line.
Next, the second course.
The third way.
The monk spat out a mouthful of blood, his hands desperately trying to lift himself up, the backlash band on his forehead tightening deeper and deeper, causing half of his face to contort.
"Hold on!"
"Hold on tight!"
His voice was hoarse from shouting.
But it's no use.
Chen Fan followed up with his second strike.
"Explode it for me!"
boom!
The prototype of the ultimate hoop exploded in mid-air.
It wasn't broken into several pieces.
It was directly blasted into a shower of gold.
The myriad golden hoops seemed to have snapped their strings, losing all restraint and collapsing wildly from top to bottom. Those that locked the sky shattered, those that locked the roads shattered, and those that locked people's heads shattered as well. The entire hoop-like structure seemed to have been kicked to pieces, with golden fragments of rules flying wildly in all directions.
The figure in the mirror screamed and fled.
Zongwu lay face down, clutching his head, still shouting.
"Cool!"
"That was fucking awesome!"
Chen Fan fell from mid-air, shattering the last binding ring with one foot, and slammed his black staff on the ground.
boom!
The aftershocks swept across the land.
The monk was thrown out and crashed into the mirror wall, a piece of his chest collapsing.
The headband on his head was still being removed.
What was being recovered wasn't Chen Fan's, but his own life.
[Ding! Fragment of high-level control rule detected]
The system devoured by a lack of morality
[Devouring...]
The system notifications flashed wildly in Chen Fan's ears.
Some of the exploding golden fragments, like fish attracted by blood, rushed directly towards him, disappearing into his palm piece by piece.
My palms are burning hot.
Like holding a piece of red-hot iron.
A few breaths later, the system voice sounded again.
[Devouring complete]
[Item Obtained: Reverse Seal]
[Effect: Provides temporary immunity to control-type destinies, restrictions, and bindings.]
[Note: If someone takes something from you, you take it back.]
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
"I like this reward."
Zongwu got up from the ground, his eyes shining.
"It's out!"
"You've dismantled the entire hoisthouse and turned it into building materials!"
"If those bald bastards from Lingshan knew, they'd be furious!"
The monk who bound his life is not dead yet.
He leaned against the shattered mirror wall, his throat full of blood and foam, but his eyes were even more frightening than before.
He stared intently at Chen Fan, as if trying to memorize that face into his very bones.
"You think...you've won?"
Chen Fan walked over, carrying the stick.
"You're about to die, what are you pretending for?"
Suddenly, the monk with the magic spell grinned, his smile chilling.
"The hoop has burst open, perfect timing."
"Just in time to send out the last sound..."
Zongwu was taken aback.
"What do you mean by 'last sound'?"
The monk didn't look at him, but stared at Chen Fan, and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty.
"The real Wukong..."
"I've already been woken up."
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
The next moment, the monk's neck lolled to the side, and he was completely dead.
at the same time.
The direction of Huaguo Mountain.
Suddenly, a large section of the clouds on the horizon collapsed.
A hand so large it covered half the sky pressed down from behind the clouds.
Chapter 150 Wukong Appears
When that hand pressed down, Flower Fruit Mountain was quiet for a moment.
It's like the entire sky has been held down.
The next moment, chaos erupted both on and off the mountain.
The Bull Demon King looked up and his face immediately darkened.
"The Seal of the Tathagata of Heavenly Mandate"
After he finished speaking those five words, he pressed down an inch on the iron rod in his hand.
The Demon King cursed, then turned and roared, "Everyone, retreat! Get away from the mountaintop!"
The demon soldiers on Flower Fruit Mountain, who were just taunting each other, were no longer laughing. The giant hand was enormous, ridiculously large, with palm lines resembling golden mountain ranges. As it pressed down, the clouds collapsed in circles, and the air seemed to be kneaded into a ball.
The white dragon horse transformed into human form and stood beside Chen Fan, its Adam's apple bobbing.
"This is not something that Jianglong could have achieved."
Chen Fan squinted, staring at the sky.
"Of course it's not him."
high in the sky.
Li Tianwang and the Arhat Subduing Dragon stood on either side of each other, having already retreated several hundred feet.
Li Tianwang held up the exquisite pagoda, a cold smile on his face.
"Chen Fan, aren't you good at dismantling things?"
"Take this seal and show it to me."
The Arhat who subdues dragons clasped his hands together, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
"The chaos at Flower Fruit Mountain has reached its end."
below.
Zong Wu grabbed Chen Fan's arm.
"Something's not right with this thing."
"It's not coming for people, it's coming for the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain."
Chen Fan remained silent.
The bad ledger on his chest was still burning.
It was so hot it was burning.
It's like something is trying to climb out of the mountains.
The six-eared macaque stood on a distant cliff, looked up at the hand, was startled at first, and then laughed.
"it is good."
"It would be best to crush them."
He turned to look at the surrounding demons, deliberately raising his voice.
"Weren't you all waiting for Sun Wukong?"
Where are they?
"The mountain is about to disappear, and he's still hiding, too afraid to come out."
The people following him also got excited.
"The Monkey King? I think he's more like a cowardly monkey king."
"They've been bragging for so long, but when it really matters, they're nowhere to be seen."
"They might have died in the mountains long ago."
As soon as these words were spoken, the demon soldiers of Flower Fruit Mountain were all in an uproar.
"fart!"
"How dare you speak ill of my king!"
"Six Ears, who do you think you are!"
The Six-Eared Macaque ignored him completely, staring at Chen Fan with a grin.
"Chen Fan, aren't you the best at calculating?"
"Have you figured it out to this extent?"
The giant hand in the sky has already pressed down into the air.
The old trees on the mountaintop couldn't hold on any longer and burst open one by one. The rocks began to crack, the ground sank, and even the old stone tablet in front of the Water Curtain Cave made a cracking sound.
The Bull Demon King gritted his teeth, swung his body horizontally, and stood directly in front.
"I'll hold out for now!"
He raised his staff with both hands, exuding a demonic aura, and forcefully raised it upwards.
The Flood Dragon Demon King and the Roc Demon King also rushed forward.
The three energies collided together.
He held on for only a moment.
boom!
All three fell at the same time.
The Bull Demon King stomped his feet into the ground, creating two deep trenches, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked up to curse.
"This isn't suppression, this is wiping out the mountain!"
The Arhat Subduing Dragon looked down, a hint of pity in his eyes.
"You don't understand."
"When the Heavenly Mandate Tathagata Seal fell, the mountain was destroyed, the name was wiped out, and all old traces disappeared."
"From this day forward, there will be no more Flower and Fruit Mountain."
Upon hearing this, the demons all turned pale.
Even the few braver people around Chen Fan had their palms sweating.
Chen Fan suddenly smiled.
Zongwu was stunned.
"You can still laugh?"
Chen Fan said in a low voice, "He's awake."
"Who?"
"Who are you talking about?"
Zongwu was startled and suddenly turned his head to look into the depths of Huaguo Mountain.
There was no movement in the mountains.
Not at all.
It was eerily quiet.
Li Tianwang clearly sensed something, his eyes darkened, and he shouted, "Suppress it!"
The giant hand crashed down.
This pressure caused the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain to tremble.
Pebbles flew up.
The monkeys screamed and scurried into the hole.
The white dragon horse raised its spear and stepped forward, trying to pull Chen Fan back. But Chen Fan stood still, not even blinking.
Just when that hand was only a hundred feet away from the mountaintop.
Deep in the heart of the mountain.
Suddenly, a muffled thud was heard.
It felt like something bumped into it.
It's very light.
Everyone heard it.
Li Tianwang frowned.
Even the Arhat who subdues dragons looked down.
The Six-Eared Macaque was taken aback at first, then sneered.
"Playing tricks."
The voice just fell.
The second sound came.
boom!
This sound was much louder than before.
The entire mountain suddenly straightened up.
A long crack appeared in the mountainside, stretching from the mountainside all the way to the summit. Before the dust had even settled, a beam of golden light shot out from the crack.
It is not a Dharma seal.
It is a stick.
A stick that everyone recognizes!
The golden cudgel shot straight up from the mountain into the sky, so fast that it left no afterimage. Like a nail, it pierced straight into the Heavenly Mandate Tathagata Seal.
A sudden burst of light illuminated the sky.
next moment.
puff!
The colossal hand that blotted out the sky was pierced straight through the palm.
The gold patterns darted about wildly.
The metacarpal bone shattered.
The entire Buddha seal exploded in the sky, and golden fragments of light splashed across half the sky.
Huaguo Mountain fell into a deathly silence for a moment.
Then, it exploded.
"It is the King!"
"The King has emerged!"
"I knew it! I knew it!"
Countless monkeys leaped out from behind the rocks, their voices hoarse from shouting.
The Bull Demon King was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed so hard it shook the mountains.
"I knew this monkey wouldn't die!"
The smile on Li Tianwang's face froze.
The Arhat who Subdued the Dragon was even more direct, retreating another three hundred feet.
He stared at the golden cudgel, his throat tightening.
"impossible."
"The Boundary Deletion Order is still in effect, how could he still be out?"
Chen Fan looked up at the shattered golden light, the bad debt page on his chest grew hotter and hotter, and finally floated out on its own, hovering in mid-air.
The page was turned.
A grayish-white aura spread out.
The patterns of the Boundary Deletion Token that had just been hovering above Flower Fruit Mountain seemed to have broken, flickering a few times before slowly fading into darkness.
Zongwu's eyes widened in surprise.
"Did it really block it?"
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
"Bad accounts clouded his judgment."
"Now, the Boundary Deletion Order can't recognize him."
Footsteps echoed from the crevice in the mountainside.
step.
step.
Unhappy.
With each step, the loose stones on the mountain rolled to both sides.
Everyone stared at the crack.
First, a hairy hand reached out and grabbed the stone wall.
Then, a figure emerged from the dust and smoke.
He was still wearing that chainmail.
It's still that same monkey face.
His eyes were brighter and colder than before.
Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, looked up at the sky, as if he had just woken up and found everything annoying.
He saw Chen Fan first.
Chen Fan smiled at him.
"You woke up quite in time."
Sun Wukong grinned.
"Any later and my mountain will be gone."
With just that one sentence, the entire Flower Fruit Mountain seemed to be injected with chicken blood, and the shouts of battle rose one wave after another.
The smile on the Six-Eared Macaque's face had vanished.
He stared intently at Sun Wukong, his eyes first filled with shock, then with malice.
"You really didn't die."
Sun Wukong then turned to look at him.
Just one glance.
The six-eared macaque's back tensed up.
He stubbornly refused to back down, and even deliberately took a step forward, sneering as he spoke.
"So what if the real body has returned?"
"Can you handle the current situation?"
"I'm the one who stood up for you, I'm the one who took the blame for you, I'm the one who—"
Sun Wukong interrupted him.
"You think you're worthy to replace me?"
Before the words had even finished,
He has disappeared.
The six-eared macaque's pupils shrank sharply, and just as it was about to dodge, a stick lashed out at its face.
Too fast.
As they approached the summit, many people heard only one loud bang.
boom!
Half of the Six-Eared Macaque's body exploded on the spot.
Blood and Golden Retriever were flung out together, and the whole person, like a tattered sack, slammed hard into the mountain wall behind, creating a huge crater.
Smoke was still rising from the pit.
The entire audience fell silent instantly.
Those who had been shouting the loudest along with Liu Er just moments before now had their mouths agape and their legs were trembling.
"Half...half of the Dharma body..."
"Just one blow?"
"Six Ears couldn't even dodge?"
The six-eared macaque struggled out of the pit, half of its face was smashed, its ears were drooping, and its eyes were full of horror.
He really didn't expect it.
The difference is so huge.
Sun Wukong flicked his golden cudgel, not even bothering to give him a second glance.
"Fake product."
These three words are even more ruthless than that blow.
The six-eared macaque opened its mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood, its whole body trembling.
High in the sky, Li Tianwang finally couldn't sit still any longer.
"You wicked monkey!"
He tossed the exquisite pagoda in his hand, and the pagoda swelled in the wind, its opening inverted, and descended upon Sun Wukong.
As soon as the protective barrier was erected, the divine fire within the tower fell first.
Before the fire even touched the ground, the rocks had already begun to melt.
Upon seeing this, the Bull Demon King hurriedly roared, "Monkey, watch out for this dilapidated tower!"
Sun Wukong looked up, his eyes full of impatience.
"It's that thing again."
The tower fell extremely quickly.
Chen Fan had already taken a step forward, preparing to activate his debt-marking technique. Sun Wukong, however, raised his hand and waved it away.
"Don't rush."
The next moment, he shot straight into the sky.
The person was in mid-air, neither dodging nor swinging the bat.
He stretched out his hands and grabbed both sides of the tower opening.
Li Tianwang shouted, "Stop!"
The Linglong Pagoda emitted a burst of golden light, desperately drawing energy in.
Sun Wukong hovered in mid-air, his armor fluttering in the wind, the clouds beneath his feet being drawn into vortexes. Yet, he grinned.
"Your tower is still so petty."
The words were spoken.
He suddenly spread his arms wide.
click!
The tower's opening cracked.
Li Tianwang's expression froze instantly.
"What?"
ka ka ka-
Cracks climbed upwards from the entrance of the tower, quickly covering half of the exquisite pagoda. The tower trembled violently, and divine fire spewed wildly from within. Finally, with a loud bang, Sun Wukong pried open the entrance with his bare hands.
The entire tower is tilted.
Li Tianwang almost coughed up blood; his hands were shaking.
The demons below felt their scalps tingle, followed by a chorus of roars.
"It's broken open!"
"That's the pagoda of Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King!"
"My king broke it with his bare hands!"
Nezha, who had been standing on the cloud behind, had been silent until now, when his eyes twitched twice and he muttered a curse under his breath.
"Old man, you just have to embarrass yourself with the tower."
The Arhat who subdued the dragon felt a chill run down his spine.
Liu Er had half of his Dharma body shattered by a single blow.
The exquisite pagoda was broken apart by hand.
If this continues, something really bad will happen.
Without much hesitation, he turned to leave.
Sun Wukong suddenly looked at him.
At that glance, the Arhat Subduing Dragon felt his feet sink, as if he had been nailed to the ground.
"Walk?"
Sun Wukong casually tossed the cracked Linglong Pagoda around, and the pagoda spun back to Li Tianwang, who hurriedly caught it in fright.
"Who issued the boundary-wiping order?"
The Arhat Subduing Dragon was pale and his palms were sweaty.
"This order is not under my control."
"oh."
Sun Wukong nodded.
He didn't pursue it further.
This only made Jianglong more panicked.
Chen Fan also looked up at Sun Wukong.
He knows it too well.
This expression on a monkey's face often indicates that it has its sights set on something bigger.
really.
Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel, but did not point it at Li Tianwang or at Jianglong.
He pointed to a higher place.
Pointing to the still-fragmented golden runes beyond the sky.
"I, Old Sun, will not hit you anymore."
Both Li Tianwang and Jianglong were taken aback.
The next sentence, Sun Wukong grinned, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"I'll go delete some too."