Chapter 367: Chapter 215: Bitter Sea Mirror of Good and Evil (2-in-1)_3
After Chen Kuang had a candid conversation with Xiuzhu, he still had something on his mind.
That was when he used the Glazed Shadow Lamp at the last moment to defeat Mu Zhao, other people’s shadows were revealed.
Apart from Shen Meinan and Shen Xingzhu, the other two were Jiang Yunqing and Xiuzhu.
In the light of the Glazed Shadow Lamp, everything loses its shadow.
In the past, Chen Kuang did not understand, but now he gets it.
What the Glazed Shadow Lamp reveals is destiny.
The nine shadows of the Celestial Dao!
Chen Kuang found it strange that these people didn’t seem to have anything in common. Why were they part of destiny?
But after learning about Xiuzhu’s past, Chen Kuang had a vague idea.
Shen Meinan and Shen Xingzhu share one soul in two bodies and can even reconstruct their Dao Heart through this, swapping their paths.
Xiuzhu possesses a peculiar artifact, the "Bitter Sea Mirror of Good and Evil," entangled with the Celestial Demon, smuggling through the Bitter Sea and leaping out of reincarnation.
Su Yu has merged with the nation’s destiny and the Elixir of Longevity, in a sense, he has already achieved longevity.
Needless to say, Chen Kuang himself is unique.
As for Jiang Yunqing... the anomaly he displayed was something Chen Kuang only recalled recently.
Back when they entered the Pinggu Battlefield, Jiang Yunqing had mentioned that Martial Saint Mu Zhao’s "dominance" had already covered the entire Pinggu Battlefield, including near the gate to the battlefield.
In theory, not only the Grandmasters responsible for overseeing would be affected, but so should everyone else, unable to perceive the anomalies of Pinggu Battlefield.
Even with Chen Kuang’s passive ability to see through, he couldn’t detect it initially; it was only after seeing traces of Wen Yao’s "Heavy Pupil Ancestral Call" that he felt something was amiss.
But Jiang Yunqing.
Before entering the Pinggu Battlefield, he had already given his sword to Chen Kuang.
This showed he had known about Mu Zhao’s conspiracy from the start.
This couldn’t be something someone else told him.
So there is only one possibility—
Jiang Yunqing is unaffected by the "Dao Realm"!
Chen Kuang retracted his gaze from the Bodhi Tree and exhaled deeply.
Finally, he realized the common points of those known to embody "destiny"—
They all defied some aspect of the Celestial Dao in one way or another.
"Does defying the Celestial Dao mean the missing essence of the Dao itself?"
The more Chen Kuang pondered, the more interesting it seemed, but gradually he felt heavy.
He took out the Glazed Shadow Lamp and played with it for a while, sighing.
Since his task was to retrieve the nine shadows of the Dao, but these are living people, how could he do so?
...
"Huff... Huff..."
Xiuxin hid in a mountain forest, covering his wound and panting, his face pale.
At the moment, he had changed into a short casual attire and wore a tattered hat as a simple disguise.
——This was what he exchanged with nearby villagers.
Currently, he was under a pursuit order from Pure Land who sent experts to hunt him down; his simple disguise would hardly help against them, let alone ordinary people.
But he had always learned the righteous Buddhist teachings, never engaging in deceitful acts...
In three days, he had dealt with dozens of assassins.
Many of them repeatedly attempted.
Because he couldn’t bring himself to kill.
In Xiuxin’s view, these people were deceived by the Celestial Demon; grievances should have specific culprits, and he really shouldn’t kill the innocent.
He could only repel them, persisting until they were scared and exhausted.
But that emboldened them, certain that he wouldn’t kill; now he was surrounded by more than ten Middle Three Grades, most being Grandmasters.
"Xiuxin, come out quickly!"
"Xiuxin, hurry out, or else these commoners will die today because of you!"
Xiuxin froze, then furrowed his brow, leapt up, and quickly flew out.
A group of cultivators gathered noisily, and among them were several villagers already frightened out of their wits, even crying children!
Xiuxin’s pupils shrank, staring intensely at the leader.
The leader laughed, "A monk can’t even be a proper traitor, still leaving such obvious traces behind."
He raised a string of Buddhist Beads in his hand, the very thing Xiuxin had exchanged for the villagers’ clothes!
