Nether River''s Patriarch gave a wry smile. "Back then I was just fucking restless, that one sword slash I made cost me all my life''s savings..."

    That bastard played weak but was tough, I took a swing at his head and didn''t even manage to cut off a single hair.

    Instead, he broke my Yuan Slaughter and Abi twin swords with a slap of his hand.

    Just one slap...

    I was so scared that I quickly grabbed the broken swords and scrammed, fled all the way back to the Blood Sea Nether River, and sealed myself here."

    Poxun suddenly realized something, "Seems like an ordinary guy who looks weak, has a handsome face but a face that just asks for a beating... could it be Tang Sanzang?"

    Nether River''s Patriarch nodded and said, "Exactly him! Before, I just knew of that guy known as the foremost shit-stirrer of ancient times, but never saw him. Never thought I''d bump into him the moment I stepped out..."

    Later, I don''t know what happened, a group of ancient demons rushed into the Ruins and never came back.

    That bald guy also vanished...

    Surviving till now, with the changes in the heavens and earth, a bunch of youngsters whose strength isn''t impressive, I was thinking of leaving seclusion to ascend to the Nine Heavens and become a Saint.

    Then Nether River''s Patriarch lamented to the sky, "Who knew, that bastard was still around... and damn, he was actually led by you into my Nether River. What? You think we of the Asura Clan have lived too long, and you want to help everyone reincarnate collectively?"

    Poxun shrank his neck in fright and said, "Elder, I had no idea he was so fierce... but thankfully, he has left."

    Nether River''s Patriarch nodded and sighed, "Well, that''s good, at least it let me know he''s still wandering the human world. Knowing beforehand, I don''t have to stupidly rush out and then get beaten back. One loss is enough..."

    Poxun asked curiously, "Elder, that bald guy is so powerful, what exactly is his background?"

    Nether River''s Patriarch said, "Do you know how this universe came to be?"

    Poxun said, "It''s said that Chaos nurtured Pan Gu, who wielded the Pan Gu axe to separate heaven and earth."

    Nether River''s Patriarch continued to ask, "Chaos nurturing Pan Gu is explainable, but where did the axe in Pan Gu''s hand come from? Did Chaos also nurture an axe? Or was it, buy one Pan Gu get one axe free? That completely makes no sense."

    Poxun found this reasonable.

    Nether River''s Patriarch, like an elder lost in memories, sat in the Nether River and said, "Actually, Chaos was never completely silent.

    Having said this, the ancestor of Nether River wore a depressed expression, muttering to himself, "Why is he still around? Depressing..."

    Poxun''s eyes darted as he said, "Ancestor, even though that bald one is formidable, he''s not very bright. If we send him away..."

    The eyes of the ancestor of Nether River lit up, rubbing his chin, "They sent him away back then, they could send, and I can send. Indeed, this is a method... But no rush, we can''t act rashly without a surefire plan, lest we attract trouble."

    "Alright, go do what you need to do. During this time, don''t show your face, make sure he doesn''t see you." the ancestor of Nether River instructed.

    Poxun nodded repeatedly and then withdrew.

    After Poxun had left, the expression of the ancestor of Nether River grew solemn, he turned and cleaved open a slice of void with a sword, then roared lowly, forcibly harnessing the power of the Blood Sea and Nether River and the double swords in his hands, he evoked a blessed land of cave heaven...

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    Although this blessed land of cave heaven could not compare with the creation of a universe by a Saint, the Semi-Saint tapping into the power of Blood Sea and Nether River managed to create a small world without a problem.

    However, this time, his small world was obviously diminished, only worthy of being called a blessed land of cave heaven, not a small world anymore.

    The ancestor of Nether River picked up a stone, casually pinched it, and nodded satisfactorily, "The strength of this world is thirty thousand times what it was before, it shouldn''t be easily shattered again..."

    After speaking, he looked at the Abi and Yuan Tu double swords and sighed, "It''s a pity, so many years of nurturing and still, it hasn''t reached the peak state...

    And yet, that bald one is still here...

    Wasn''t it said that he went missing?

    How did he end up here?

    Do I still have to avoid him for eons more?"

    The ancestor of Nether River was full of bitterness...

    ...

    "Elder Tang, Dizang Mountain is right ahead." Dhritarashtra pointed to the shadow of a large mountain in the distance.

    Although the mountain was enveloped in a blood mist, the Buddhist light was all-pervading. The light penetrated the mist, making it visible from afar.

    Drawing closer, Tang Sanzang heard the sounds of countless monks reciting sutras on the mountain, their voices majestic and vast, capable of awakening the spirit and purifying the heart, not allowing the murky air to confuse one''s true mind.