Chapter 1468 - 691: Xiaoyao’s Enchanting Bones

Chapter 1468: Chapter 691: Xiaoyao’s Enchanting Bones

It’s actually not difficult to rush from Sizhou to Kunlun within seven days to save someone; the real challenge is for them to survive those seven days and wait for the rescue.

Of course, if the sole purpose was to save people, Tie Dan could simply unleash a Yazi charge, perform an orbital maneuver, and kill everyone on sight.

But doing so would actually be meaningless.

Yes, having gone through so many ordeals, Tie Dan gradually saw the truth.

The victory in this game of the Taiji Realm does not hinge on the lives of one or two people, or even on the lives of a million or two million people.

Rather, it’s through each victory in disaster, each outcome of philosophical battles, that waves are stirred, evolution is fostered, ultimately determining who will lead the doomsday war.

Whether it’s Chen Xiyi or Zhu Yuer, they are merely embodiments of the Dao, symbols of human fate; they are just black and white pieces fallen on the chessboard.

And such pieces are countless, arranged all over the world, with countless more descending from Outer Heaven. Guarding and protecting them just to keep them alive, aside from fulfilling Tie Dan’s personal wish, holds no real significance for the overall situation.

Yes, growth is essential. Training, competing for Luck in calamities, reversing fate by oneself, evolving, and upgrading—only by achieving this will they grow to be significant pieces on the chessboard, entities beyond easy manipulation by the behind-the-scenes players. Only then can they break free from calamity, leap out of the pond, transform from carp to dragon, and become warriors on the doomsday battlefield capable of Returning Void and attaining Enlightenment.

Just like this time, the reincarnation of the Taoist Ancestor is a disaster, and the emergence of Kunlun Xuanmen is also a disaster.

The Mystic Sect will surely encircle and annihilate, slaughtering the Divine Sect to snatch the Dao Body of the Taoist Ancestor’s reincarnation. Meanwhile, the Divine Sect will also mobilize its forces, encircle and annihilate, exterminating the Mystic Sect without leaving a single Mountain Man.

But disaster is an opportunity for leveling up and training.

The seven-day battle will involve countless killings, numerous deaths, countless sacrifices—as if a massive whirlpool gathering countless souls and Luck, fueling Chen Xiyi’s growth and training, becoming the material to forge this sword into an Artifact.

Thus, going too early is unfavorable, while going too late will be untimely. Precisely on time, after seven days, witness this outcome, fight alongside the disciple—that is the right path.

So now Tie Dan is actually not worried about his disciple’s life. Instead, he is pondering how, with his limited hand, a useless Puppet Dao Body barely reaching Nascent Soul Perfection, any method could restore ten percent of his power within seven days, take along a burden, pierce through the battle array, break the disaster, crush both armies of the Mystic Sect and the Divine Sect, seize the human Daoist, and then kill his way back to Sizhou...

"Dear nun, on such a lovely night, why drink alone under the moon?"

Then a way proactively approached.

Well, to be fair, this matter isn’t really Tie Dan’s fault; he adhered to the agreement, dressed tightly, not revealing anything besides his face. His current appearance didn’t provoke anyone; he was merely a Daoist Nun drinking alone under the moon in the wilderness at midnight. However, he happened to catch the eye of a passerby flying by, who eagerly approached of his own accord.

Sure enough, with a glance, he witnessed a bald-headed fat man descending from the sky. The man wore a black robe, a precepts scar dotting his forehead, a face full of curly whiskers resembling a foreign monk—fat-headed, big-eared, a general’s belly leading the wind, from afar blowing over a foul Mixed Qi of Divinity Transformation Realm, definitely not a person of the Righteous Path.

Tie Dan couldn’t be bothered with these Mixed Cultivator barbarians and didn’t even lift his head.

"Scram."

Relying on his Divinity Transformation Power and realm suppression, the foreign monk naturally wouldn’t scram, and even deliberately approached, sniffing the air, sizing up the Daoist Nun from head to toe, his eyes lighting up immediately. Inwardly he exclaimed, "Wow, exciting!"

The person lay half-reclined on a green stone slab, propping her chin with one hand in the moonlight, clutching a gourd as white as jade in her tiger’s mouth, tied with a silver thread on her wrist, sipping alcohol with every breath, reeking of drunkenness, entirely enveloped in the scent of wine. Despite dressed tightly, her natural beauty couldn’t conceal her alluring curvature, lazily posed right now, increasingly enticing, with it being truly good luck tonight to encounter such an absolute beauty, growing even more eager with desire, unabashedly pressing forward.

"Oh my, what fragrance, what wine, what moonlight, what immortal beauty~ dear nun, immortal sister, would you share a cup with this humble monk?"

This guy was truly daring, Tie Dan couldn’t help but glance at him askew—not holding prejudice against monks, just that in this era, this kind of person was probably not good-hearted, as he proactively approached carrying Precepts Sabers—probably wasn’t a simpleton pretending so. So just in case he was a tiger disguised as a pig, Tie Dan casually pinched his fingers, testing verbally.

"Where did you come from, bald donkey, disturbing my tranquility, are you seeking death?"

The foreign monk also puffed his whiskered cheeks, nostrils flaring continuously, mouth and nose exhaling turbid air, inebriated by the surrounding alcohol fumes, his face flushing as if intoxicated.

"Phew... phew... dear nun, no need for anger. I see you alone here, fearing you too are sleepless and restless from hunger and thirst, phew phew! In this beautiful scenery, flower clusters under the moon—let’s spend this lovely night together~"

Seeing this situation, Tie Dan couldn’t help but laugh. He had just finished calculating, understanding the cause and effect, so he couldn’t be bothered to waste words and just rolled his eyes.

"You’re determined to aid my cultivation, it seems. Very well, come."