Five Finger Mountain

A pillar of light descended, and the familiar Reincarnation Plaza appeared before Meng Qi. He patted his storage pouch, confirming that all his weapons and treasures were there, including the inheritance the Lord of Six Paths Samsara had called the Great Dao Tree: Dao Spreads Across the Universe. He had known the mission would come today for a year. On the way to Shaolin, he had naturally taken the opportunity to retrieve the little emerald tree from Immortal Trace, but he hadn't known the exact time and hadn't been able to enter Shaolin in time.

"The Six Paths actually doesn't dare drag people away right in front of a Dharma Body..." Meng Qi was rather pleased. The more "cowardly" the Six Paths acted, the greater his hope of breaking free from it someday.

But when he thought of an expert like Daoist Chong He, who was on the verge of becoming an Earth Immortal, still being trapped in reincarnation, his judgment of the Six Paths' strength grew hazy again.

What was it actually wary of?

Another pillar of light descended. A pale yellow figure appeared and vanished amid the immortal aura. Jiang Zhiwei held a long sword and emerged slowly, like a wisp of dawn.

"How are you feeling?" she asked with a bright smile.

Meng Qi grinned. "Not bad."

Seeing Jiang Zhiwei reminded him that he had just answered the question she'd asked more than four months ago: If the gods and Buddhas throughout the heavens had treated them as chess pieces and manipulated their lives, then today, with blades and swords in hand, they would slay the gods, kill the immortals, and destroy the Buddhas!

But his surging emotions had already settled. Saying it again now would feel a little embarrassing, so he kept it to himself.

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