Fighting Ghost 022

"There isn't... but it seems there is."

Fang Zhiyi didn't even look at Little Hei. He knew that Little Hei was quite cautious in this Journey to the West background world, naturally not daring to stroll around recklessly as he did in other worlds.

"How do you know?"

"A guess." Fang Zhiyi took out a talisman. "Written on this talisman is the righteous law of heaven and earth, borrowing the power of heaven and earth. But in this world, if you don't believe in gods and immortals, it has no effect whatsoever. This proves... the breath of the Heavenly Dao has long been monopolized by these gods and Buddhas."

"So what?" Little Hei didn't understand. "Aren't you still a mortal, and a dying mortal at that."

Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "Vengeful spirits run rampant, and monsters can still cultivate. This alone is enough to prove that there are loopholes in their system. Of course, maybe it shouldn't be called a loophole, but... this is also my only way."

Little Hei looked at him and didn't speak.

Fang Zhiyi's pupils were so red they looked like they were going to bleed. The demonic aura he had forcibly absorbed gradually went berserk inside his body, constantly battering his mind. Even though Fang Zhiyi's mental strength was extremely formidable, he was somewhat teetering on the edge of collapse right now. Yet, he just smiled, resting one hand on the altar table and the other on the jar sealing He Yuling.

"Holy crap, are you crazy? Absorbing both ghost qi and immortal qi?"

Fang Zhiyi didn't answer. He could clearly feel the meridians and bones in his body letting out cracking sounds.

Suddenly, a tentacle pierced straight into his consciousness, which also brought back a bit of Fang Zhiyi's rationality.

"Let's just fight them to the bitter end! I'm going all out!" Little Hei clamored.

Fang Zhiyi felt his consciousness gradually floating up. He looked at his own body sitting there, while he uncontrollably drifted further and further away from it.

Humans, monsters, vengeful spirits, gods and immortals... one absurd scene after another gradually entered his brain.

He saw how those gods and immortals firmly grasped the Heavenly Dao in their own hands, and how they established those complicated mortal destinies. He even saw the monk who set off from the Eastern Lands heading West to seek scriptures, along with his three disciples.

The time that supposedly didn't exist in the mouth of the Heavenly Dao was now presented right before his eyes.

Until a tentacle firmly wrapped around his body.

"Found it, there's a loophole."

Fang Zhiyi turned his head to look. There was some faint aura of the Heavenly Dao drilling through the massive net constructed by the gods and immortals, sprinkling down toward the mortal realm.

Birds and beasts that obtained it could gain sentience, while humans who obtained it could acquire fortune.

Little Hei dragged Fang Zhiyi and floated toward one of the cracks.

The black bear was currently pacing back and forth in front of its shack. Today was already the seventh day, yet that Fang Zhiyi still hadn't come out. It had been seven days since it offered incense to the Patriarch.

Just as it was getting a bit anxious, it heard shouting and cursing coming from the Daoist temple not far away.

"I was already pissed off at you guys last time. Undergoing a tribulation? Using mortal lives to form your tribulation? Go screw yourselves! Have you stayed up there so long that you've even forgotten your own surnames? Mortals don't ask the gods to do much, they just want to pray for peace, is that so hard?"

The Black Bear Spirit subconsciously shrank its neck. Maybe it should wait until he was in a better mood before going to ask?

Fang Zhiyi turned around and rushed into the main hall, sweeping the incense burner enshrined by the Black Bear Spirit onto the floor with one swipe: "Receiving incense offerings all year round, and what's the result? Vengeful spirits plague the mortal realm and you all pretend not to see it, even sugarcoating it by saying it's a destined tribulation. Bah! You've really had it too good!"

The statue of the Patriarch stood there quietly, showing neither sorrow nor joy.

"Today I'm going to ruin your plans, what are you gonna do about it!" Fang Zhiyi acted as if he had gone mad, smashing things from the inside out, but there was no sound around him.

"You're fit to be gods? Let me tell you, the rules you don't dare to break, I will break! The people you don't dare to protect, I will protect! The lives of the more than one thousand three hundred and twenty people in Jiang Town, I am absolutely protecting them!"

The sky remained clear.

Those high and mighty gods and Buddhas didn't even disdain to pay attention to him.

However, Fang Zhiyi turned around and picked up the jar that sealed He Yuling.

"This is your chess piece, right? When one person achieves the Dao, even their poultry and dogs ascend to heaven. Every single one of you treats human lives as capital for your tribulations. Today, I will break this rule of yours!" He raised his hand, and a berserk aura gathered in his palm.

Just as he was about to slam his palm down, an old man appeared out of thin air and blocked his hand.

"Do not make any more mistakes, you have already made too many."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the old man in front of him, bared his teeth in a smile, and the demonic aura in his hand suddenly changed direction, surging out toward the old man!

The old man clearly hadn't expected Fang Zhiyi to actually dare to attack him. However, this little bit of minor monster's demonic aura couldn't cause him any harm at all; at most, it made him look a bit disheveled.

"Stubborn and foolish," the old man remained looking as calm as a gentle breeze and light clouds.

But in the very next moment, he received a slap to the face.

It dealt almost no damage, but the level of insult was maxed out.

"Who the hell are you pretending to be?" Fang Zhiyi cursed.

The old man's body instantly grew larger. In just the blink of an eye, he became a giant, his eyes shooting out piercing light as he stared fixedly at Fang Zhiyi.

Obviously, as a god, he didn't care about an ant like Fang Zhiyi, but for him to actually be slapped by an ant was a supreme humiliation!

"Originally, that little monster traded its own immortal path for your lifespan. Now it seems you no longer need it."

He slowly slammed a palm down.

Not far away, the Black Bear Spirit, who was building a shack, was already dumbfounded. What the hell was that? He wasn't going to tear down its Daoist temple, was he?

With no time to think carefully, the Black Bear Spirit directly revealed its true form. Its seemingly clumsy body rushed forward at an extremely fast speed: "Stop! Stop!"

It watched helplessly as that massive hand pressed down, but the expected flying dust did not appear.

Instead, that hand was steadily caught.

Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and just like that, held up the massive hand that wanted to smash him to death.

The old man frowned slightly: "Hmm?"

"I have cultivated immortality, and I have been a god too... Did you really think I was that easy to bully?" Fang Zhiyi exerted force in his hand, forcibly repelling that giant hand.

"So that's how it is, borrowing demonic aura to deceive the Great Dao... Crooked ways and wicked paths," the old man said again.

But he quickly shut his mouth, because that ant actually disappeared directly from where he stood. By the time he noticed, Fang Zhiyi had already appeared right in front of his giant face.

"If you make a mistake, admit it; if you're getting beaten, stand up straight!" Fang Zhiyi smashed a fist down. That giant god forcefully took this punch with his face, his body swaying a few times, and then he actually fell flat on his butt on the ground, his figure gradually shrinking.

"You, you aren't..."

"Me? I'm not on my last legs, am I?" Fang Zhiyi landed on the ground and shook his hand. "I've been a ghost, I've been a monster, I've been a god, and I've been a human... If going through tribulations is a required course for you all, then I've experienced quite a few. If I didn't act a bit more like it, would you have dared to show up?"

That god panicked.

"You think that just because you stole the secrets of heaven and became immortal gods, you can obscure the Great Dao of the mortal realm? Go screw yourselves." Fang Zhiyi took a step forward, a thick aura of the Heavenly Dao radiating around his body.

"You... when did you become an Immortal?!!!" the old man asked in astonishment.