A minute later, tens of thousands of meters high in the sky.
A tear was ripped open in space, and Zhang Yi emerged from the alternate dimension somewhat disheveled, dragging Luozhuo and Jue Guo along with him.
They were within the rocky layers of the cavern ceiling, but even so, they could still feel the terrifying oppressive force.
The explosion didn't end all at once—it occurred in multiple blasts, with shockwaves that could penetrate through the rock layers.
In that instant of the first explosion, Zhang Yi had pulled them into his alternate dimension.
One minute would make anyone experience months of agony from their body and mind being out of sync.
But to stay alive, it was absolutely worth it.
Luozhuo stared at Zhang Yi, stunned. "Is this the legendary Love of Death?"
Zhang Yi looked at the two brothers, now separated from their fused state. "Now's not the time to talk. Let's get out of here! From today onward, the Nash Kingdom will cease to exist."
The people of the Nash Kingdom had already been slaughtered by them, and now, after the Love of Death's detonation, the city had been completely annihilated.
Even if someone came to search later, they would only find a city of glass.
The biggest shame was that Prince Anrit would be completely erased in the blast—even a Bishop-level Transcendent with an ability index of 30,000 points couldn't withstand such power.
His Essence would dissipate as a result. Though it was a pity, at least eliminating him finally removed a potential threat to the Huaxu Nation.
Zhang Yi led everyone, tirelessly shuttling upward.
The radiation levels here were too high. If not for wearing the highest-grade combat suits and the Hidden Dragon Armor, even without being at the center of the explosion, they would have suffered unimaginable injuries from the radiation afterward.
Soon, they returned to the surface atop the Great Snow Mountain.
Zhang Yi let out a long sigh of relief. At last, everything had come to an end.
By now, Luozhuo and Jue Guo were both naked, the wounds they'd sustained during their fusion now visible on each of their bodies.
Zhang Yi quickly took two combat suits from his Shadow Space and handed them over for them to put on.
Otherwise, in their current state, freezing to death wasn't out of the question.
After Luozhuo and Jue Guo dressed, they sat down on the snowy ground, exchanged a smile with each other, then gazed into the distance at the blazing Sangga Monastery without saying a word.
Zhang Yi stretched lazily, then released the others from his Shadow Space, letting them relax a bit.
As they emerged, everyone gasped for air, their faces brimming with the joy of having survived a catastrophe.
Fatty Xu knelt on the ground, scooping up snow with both hands and cheering happily.
"Whoohoo! Made it through another day!"
Even the hardened private soldiers, who had killed countless enemies, knelt in the snow, laughing and crying as they clutched handfuls of it.
This underground journey had lasted about half a month. Leaving the familiar surface behind and venturing into the terrifying underworld was a massive mental ordeal for them.
Especially when fighting those powerful giants and witnessing their comrades being devoured as snacks—it pushed them to the brink of despair.
Without a doubt, many of the private soldiers were now suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder from the battle.
Zhang Yi walked over to Luozhuo and Jue Guo, his gaze landing on Jue Guo.
"The Sangga Monastery is destroyed. Did you see that?"
Jue Guo lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and simply smiled faintly.
"The monastery lies in the mortal world."
He reached up and touched his own chest. "But the Buddha lives in the heart."
Zhang Yi crossed his arms with a smirk. "You're pretty philosophical about it."
Jue Guo merely said softly, "The true demon has been eliminated. From now on, the Snowy Highland will no longer face its threat. Then the purpose of Sangga Monastery's existence has been fulfilled. Whether it continues to exist or not—what does it matter?"
The Sangga Monastery had only existed to gather the faith power of the Tantric Sect believers, providing strength for this millennium-long battle.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yi couldn't help asking curiously, "Now can I ask you something? Does the Tantric Sect truly have reincarnation? And what exactly is this so-called faith power?"
Luozhuo shook his head. "I don't know either, but these legends have always existed."
He glanced at Jue Guo. "Maybe he knows more—after all, he's read more."
Jue Guo pressed his palms together and said calmly, "In this world, there has never been any reincarnation, nor any faith power."
He looked at Zhang Yi and pointed meaningfully at Zhang Yi's chest.
"What exists... is only the human heart."
Zhang Yi exhaled deeply. "I really hate dealing with you monks. All you ever do is speak in riddles."
Jue Guo smiled and spread his hands. "This is all I know. Perhaps you can find the answers elsewhere."
Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, suddenly remembering the purpose of his trip to the Southwest Region.
Pagyi Gesang had promised him that once things were settled, he would give him the original copy of the *Epic of King Gesar* kept in their family collection.
Zhang Yi crossed his arms, intending to go find Pagyi Gesang.
So he bid farewell to Jue Guo and Luozhuo.
"If fate allows, we'll meet again!"
The Snowy Highland was now in chaos because of the Resistance movement. He didn't want to meddle in this mess, so once he got the original *Epic of King Gesar*, he would leave immediately.
"Benefactor, please wait! I have a presumptuous request."
Jue Guo suddenly called out to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi turned to look at him. "Is there something else?"
Jue Guo stood up, pressed his palms together, and bowed respectfully to Zhang Yi.
"I hope you will allow me to see that young lady again."
The young lady he spoke of could only be Liu Ruyan.
Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"I know you resent her for deceiving you, but sorry, she's someone I brought here. So if you have any issues, you can come to me—don't trouble her."
Hearing this, Jue Guo shook his head with a smile and said earnestly, meeting Zhang Yi's eyes, "You've misunderstood, sir. I'm not seeking revenge. There are some things I need to discuss with her."
Zhang Yi stared at Jue Guo for a full five seconds.
Only after confirming there was no murderous intent in the man's eyes did he say, "Fine, I'll ask her opinion."
He stepped aside and had Mu Yan bring Liu Ruyan out.
Then he told Liu Ruyan about Jue Guo's request.
"He wants to see you."
Zhang Yi rubbed his nose. "You know, before all this, he was a naive rookie. So he definitely has some special feelings for you in his heart. This monk isn't a bad guy, just a bit foolish. He wants to talk to you. If you don't want to, you can refuse."
Liu Ruyan's expression grew complicated as she looked at Zhang Yi, then at Jue Guo standing silently in the snow, waiting for an answer.
She bit her lip, thought for a long time, then raised her head to look seriously into Zhang Yi's eyes.
"I'm willing to talk to him."
Zhang Yi crossed his arms. He didn't really understand what kind of relationship existed between these two.
A living Buddha who broke his vows, and a woman who had wandered through the world of romance—it was hard for ordinary people to see into their hearts.
Zhang Yi nodded and stepped aside, letting Liu Ruyan walk toward Jue Guo.
The two of them stood in the snow and talked for a very long time. The others consciously kept their distance but still watched them with curious eyes.
Still, everyone knew that Jue Guo wouldn't hurt Liu Ruyan.
