Light and Darkness Follow Each Other (Continued)

The momentum waned with each effort, and the second wave weakened, the third wave exhausted the strength. Henzhen's injured body could no longer sustain the attack, and his momentum rapidly diminished. The Beast King Anye, with his knife between his legs, stood up, his Power of Anomalies surging and surging, ready to launch a counterattack.

"It's all over--"

Pfft!

One Sword pierced the throat of the Beast King Anye. The Beast King froze, his expression of astonishment frozen on his face, a mixture of confusion, regret, and hatred. Before he could express anything, the sword and blade crossed, the force tearing his flesh apart and shattering him into pieces. The remaining power of Hundun erupted, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Henzhen's body swayed, and the accumulated injuries erupted, his skin cracking everywhere. The hidden energy burst out from within, turning him into a bloody mess. He staggered and fell backward, but was caught in time.

"Oh dear, you should take good care of the body that others have given you. How can you be so ungrateful?"

Henzhen turned her head and saw a handsome and otherworldly face, a face that was etched in her heart yet had been forgotten.

"Did you give it to me? I seem to remember taking it from you by force."

Whether it's taking something or accepting a gift depends on whether the host intended to give it. If the host intended to give it, then even taking it is acceptable; if the host did not intend to give it, then even accepting it is considered taking it.

Henzhen snorted, catching his breath thanks to the regenerative abilities of the Monster Race. He straightened up, clasped his hands together, and bowed towards Glazed Temple in gratitude for the help he had received.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes meeting, yet they remained silent.

Before enlightenment, one has a thousand words to say; after enlightenment, the heart understands and needs no words.

Thanks.

A thousand thoughts and ten thousand emotions are condensed into a single word of thanks. It is not to thank the other party for helping him kill the Beast King, but to express gratitude for the guidance he received back then.

"Ha, with affection comes the sowing of seeds, and from the ground comes the fruit. Without affection, there are no seeds; without nature, there is no life. You already have Zen in your heart. All I did was plant that willow branch in the ground. Though I had expectations, I never imagined it would grow into a willow grove stretching along the riverbank."

He smiled, as clear and pure as ever, and his form, temporarily formed by the evening drum and morning bell, gradually dissipated into light.

Henzhen looked away and said, "Aren't you going back to see your master? And your many fellow disciples miss you terribly."

"No, the road ahead is long, there's no time to look back... You need to hurry and keep up too."

"Then you'd better speed up, or I'll overtake you."

"Ha, this humble monk will keep it in mind."

He waved his prayer beads, strode away from the Glazed Temple, and walked towards Henzhen without a trace of lingering. Only as he passed by did he leave behind a single sentence. "Bright at midnight, yet hidden at dawn. He acts for all beings, to alleviate all suffering. Though not intentional, he is not silent. Like looking into a precious mirror, his form and reflection are clearly seen."

Henzhen snorted and retorted, "When there is light within darkness, do not perceive light as light; when there is darkness within light, do not perceive darkness as darkness. Light and darkness are relative, like steps taken one after the other. If you cannot see the path with your eyes, how can you know the way by walking?"

"Ha."

With a soft laugh, the figure vanished completely. When Henzhen turned around, she saw a string of Buddhist prayer beads hanging on the hilt of the Sword of World Purification, swaying slightly.

At the ruins of the Blood Abyss Sect's mountain gate, Si Ming activated the true Flesh and Blood Wormhole.

That's right, all six seats belonging to the Heavenly Martial Alliance, the Glazed Temple, and the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect are fake. Even if the Netherworld Insect Princess is incredibly lucky, she couldn't possibly guess them correctly.

The reason for placing the true formation here was to use the blood pool within the Blood Abyss Sect to conceal the anomalies that occurred when the Flesh and Blood Wormhole opened. In fact, the plan did succeed, and Si Ming was not attacked until the space-time tunnel opened.

"Senior Tu, now's the time!"

Si Ming shouted loudly, transmitting his voice to the other end of the tunnel. He didn't know if Tu Wangyue was waiting there, but he couldn't risk going through to check; there simply wasn't enough time. At this point, he could only choose to trust her.

The enormous time tunnel, hundreds of feet in diameter, exuded Qi of Decline. The opening shrank rapidly at a visible speed, and time slipped away second by second. Although only five seconds had passed, it felt like an eternity to Si Ming.

In my anxiety, a sharp glint Blink in my vision—the light reflected from the blade of the Sacred Sword.

But before the joy could even begin, the time tunnel suddenly collapsed, as if crushed by an invisible hand, and the Sacred Sword, along with its light, vanished.

Si Ming suddenly felt a powerful force coming from behind him. He turned around and struck back. The two forces collided, and he and the attacker were both forced back.

"They came really fast."

The attacker was none other than the Netherworld Insect Princess, who calmly stated, "You are not the only ones who know how to use spatial teleportation."

"Your tone of voice has returned to normal, it seems you've overcome the side effects of the Super Martial Dao. However, judging from that palm strike just now, your strength has clearly declined. Even without the Tathagata's Body- Tathagata Indestructible Body, I could still exchange a few blows with you."

That's what he said, but Si Ming decisively gripped the Wheel-Turning King Sword in his hand and held it upside down, ready to activate the Buddhist formation at any moment.

"I have learned from my previous experience and spent several days creating my own martial arts style."

With a flick of Netherworld Insect Princess wrist, the surrounding space suddenly solidified and pressed towards Si Ming. On the surface, this move seemed to merely stir up the airflow, creating a hurricane impact, but in reality, its intensity was many times greater.

"What kind of martial art is this? It's clearly spatial Technique Method!"

Before Si Ming could even unleash a curse, he was about to forcefully activate the Buddhist formation to withstand the attack when suddenly, a crack appeared in the void behind him, and a divine light shot out from it, easily slicing through the solidified space. The remaining force was still strong as it shot straight toward the Netherworld Insect Princess.

The Netherworld Insect Princess blocked with her palms, but her protective Gang Qi was easily broken. Fortunately, she managed to catch the sword blade in time and used her divine power to bounce it back.

Si Ming immediately replaced the Wheel-Turning King Sword with the Mohist School Sacred Sword that had been shaken back. The sword was ancient and weathered, and its appearance did not reveal that it possessed such incredible supernatural Divine Ability.

"So this is the 'reinforcements' you've begged for? Do you intend to defeat me with just a sword?" asked the Netherworld Insect Princess.

Si Ming flicked the blade, then pointed it at his opponent, declaring, "That's right, but I'm not going to defeat the one standing before me, but the one outside the Heavenly Dragon World-Delivering Pagoda."

The Netherworld Insect Princess fell silent, staring at Si Ming for a long while, seemingly observing whether his mental state was normal.

"If you are not bluffing, then I can only conclude that you are ignorant and fearless."

"Ignorance is bliss, or do we really have that power? We'll find out by trying," Si Ming casually suggested a solution. "Aren't you an expert in spatial teleportation? Hurry up and open a spacetime tunnel to the outside world."

The Netherworld Insect Princess fell silent again, staring intently at the sword in Si Ming's hand, trying to discern the source of his confidence. Unfortunately, even with her keen eyesight, she couldn't see anything.