Chapter 561 - 331: Let Me
Yang An’s voice seemed to pierce through space, penetrating the endless black mist around them.
Meanwhile, inside the dilapidated temple of Great Virtue Temple, an old Monk was chanting scriptures alone. His voice suddenly faltered, and he frowned.
"Hai Shu!"
He called out.
Hai Shu’s head suddenly emerged from his body.
"What’s happening in the Eternal Prison?"
"For some reason, a brat at the Zombie God Realm has accidentally entered the Eternal Prison and killed a large number of Demon Fiends."
"Can you handle it?"
The old Monk’s tone was placid, but it carried immense pressure.
Hai Shu answered at once, without a moment’s hesitation:
"It’s no matter. I will handle it myself. Please wait, Senior Brother."
"The Central Continent is sealed, and the Four Outer Domains are now without a master. This is the opportunity we have patiently waited for after all this time. We cannot afford any failures."
"Yes! I understand!"
Having received a satisfactory answer, the old Monk nodded.
Once Hai Shu’s head had retracted back into his body, the old Monk resumed chanting his scriptures as if nothing had happened.
「Inside the Eternal Prison.」
After slaughtering a great number of Demon Fiends, Yang An held Bow Lady by the hand, the rage in his heart at its absolute peak.
But rage was just rage. He understood perfectly well that to leave the Eternal Prison, he would have to face Hai Shu.
So, the moment he finished dealing with the Demon Fiends, he immediately called Hai Shu’s name.
’This time period is eons removed from the present, but Hai Shu’s name is the same. That must mean he has already entered the Bodhisattva Realm—the Insect Dao.’
But Yang An knew this version of Hai Shu definitely wasn’t as strong as the one from his own time.
Even if he was at the Insect Dao, Yang An was still strong enough to face him.
He waited quietly.
He knew Hai Shu was bound to appear.
If Hai Shu didn’t appear, that was fine too. He would simply slaughter every last Demon Fiend imprisoned in the Eternal Prison to force him out.
Bow Lady’s hand was held tightly in Yang An’s. Though her expression was still dazed, her gaze upon Yang An now held a faint, star-like twinkle—a glimmer of hope.
Though she had now awakened her Spiritual Wisdom, she didn’t know who she was, where she came from, or where she was going.
But after suffering continuous death, this man before her gave her a profound sense of security. She subconsciously chose to follow Yang An without resistance.
"Who are you, Benefactor? How did you enter the Eternal Prison of my Great Virtue Temple? And why have you slain the Demon Fiends in my prison who were awaiting deliverance?"
Before long, a voice drifted down from the deep darkness above.
The voice had changed slightly, sounding younger, but Yang An instantly recognized it as Hai Shu’s.
Yang An didn’t answer him directly, posing a question of his own.
"Never mind where I came from. I’m taking someone with me now. I’ll only ask you this once: can I?"
Yang An’s aura flared to its full extent. Though he was only at the Zombie God Cultivation Level, he didn’t back down an inch before Hai Shu, who was already at the Insect Dao. His stance was unyielding.
But Hai Shu was not one to back down over a few words.
"Benefactor, you have slain a great many Demon Fiends in my Eternal Prison. For that alone, I cannot allow you to leave. So, you had best stay behind."
The black mist trembled. The fog before Yang An’s eyes suddenly parted, revealing a figure clad in a kasaya. It was Hai Shu.
His hands were pressed together in a prayer gesture, his face pious and his gaze gentle. He looked like a kind and benevolent man.
But only Yang An knew what kind of trash these bald-headed hypocrites were—all smiles on the outside, but black-hearted to the core.
Bow Lady seemed startled and subconsciously took a step back.
Yang An gently patted her hand, letting her know it was all right.
"Wait for me a moment."
He released Bow Lady’s hand. With a casual flick of his fingers, a cyan light appeared, enveloping her in a protective barrier. Only then did he turn back to face Hai Shu.
A battle between them was inevitable.
When it came to the Hai Shu from his own time, Yang An was likely still a long way from being able to defeat him.
But as for this younger version, Yang An was simply curious to see just how strong this fellow was, and how many rounds he could last against him.
He was that confident.
"You have defied the teachings of Buddhism and willfully slain the Demon Fiends of the Eternal Prison. You must be a Demon Fiend yourself, Benefactor. Remain here to atone for your sins and await deliverance."
Hai Shu chanted the name of Amitabha Buddha, and the black mist around him began to converge wildly.
Though his Cultivation Level was only at the initial stage of the Insect Dao, his power was amplified here in the Eternal Prison, which was under his control.
He wasn’t particularly concerned about facing a mere Zombie God like Yang An. Even though Yang An had killed many Demon Fiends of the same Zombie God Realm, Hai Shu didn’t consider him a serious threat.
The next moment, the surrounding black mist coalesced into one dark figure after another.
These dark figures all stemmed from Hai Shu as their core, their forms identical to his. A dense, dark horde, numbering in the hundreds at a glance, radiated a heart-stopping aura.
Each of these dark figures possessed at least a third of Hai Shu’s true strength. This was the source of his confidence.
He didn’t even have to act personally; he could suppress the entire Eternal Prison with these clones that had fused with the black mist.
The dark figures began to walk slowly toward Yang An, like devout Monks on a pilgrimage. Their pace was neither fast nor slow, yet they closed in relentlessly with every step.
Faced with these dark figures, Yang An simply extended a hand, his expression impassive.
’This place is dark, without a single trace of light. A place like this needs light to illuminate everything.’
’Since Hai Shu has chosen to make a move, then I’ll let him taste the power of light.’