Heaven Slaying Blade

Chu Mo looked at the two of them, feeling both amused and helpless. Even though they were just incarnations, it did not diminish his reverence for them.

Taishang Wuji, Immeasurable Buddha, in this Tunnel World, are truly the supreme beings!

Yet now, the two of them declared that Chu Mo... is their hope. This made Chu Mo feel as though the burden on his shoulders had grown immensely heavy.

"Your blade has a significant origin." The old monk, at this time, looked at Chu Mo and slowly spoke.

Chu Mo pondered for a while and directly brought out Heaven Slaying, its blood-red blade exuding endless cold murderous intent. This was a true earthly weapon of destruction. He gently caressed the blade, and Heaven Slaying emitted resonating hums.

The gazes of both the old monk and the old Taoist focused on Heaven Slaying.

The old monk said, "It should be that blade."

The old Taoist nodded, "Indeed, if my guess is correct, it's this one."

Chu Mo looked at the two, utterly confused, "What do you mean?"

The old Taoist looked at Chu Mo and said, "The owner of this divine body we are within is named Pangu. He was also the leader of the ancient gods. His weapon is a great axe, known as the Pangu Axe. This axe is listed first among the Ten Heavenly Artifacts from ancient times. However, few know that apart from the Pangu Axe, the mighty Pangu also carried a hunting knife. The Pangu Axe can break through anything, but in this world, the sharpest blade is the one in your hand, named the Pangu Hunting Knife. Of course, what I'm referring to are matters truly from the outside world."

"Pangu Hunting Knife?" Chu Mo frowned slightly, then couldn't help but ask, "Matters from the outside... how did you come to know such things?"

"In bygone years, there was a person who once broke in from the outside." The old Taoist said blandly, "At that time, he was already badly injured, on the verge of exhaustion and death. That person wasn't of particularly high cultivation, only possessing the Taishang realm. He broke in from the outside and rushed all the way to the world of the Tunnel where we reside. He even managed to slay an Observer along the way... Yet it was precisely this cause and effect that allowed those people to know of certain external matters, and also to know of the existence of this blade."

"A cultivator of the Taishang realm could kill an Observer?" Chu Mo was utterly shocked.

The old Taoist said, "At the time, he wielded your blade, which is the sharpest one in this world."

Chu Mo was so astounded he could barely speak.

Heaven Slaying... this blade actually came from the true outside? Known as the Pangu Hunting Knife? Is it a divine artifact? At the Taishang level, it could directly slay higher-level beings?

"At that time, I and the old monk were only of Taishang realm cultivation. Speaking of which, how long ago was this incident?" The old Taoist glanced at the old monk.

The old monk chuckled, "Immeasurable."

The old Taoist pursed his lips and continued, "We wanted to aid that person, but his injuries were too severe. There was no hope left. He told us many secrets. It was precisely from that encounter that the old monk and I learned what our world truly looked like."

As the old Taoist recounted, Chu Mo learned many astonishing secrets.

That person came from the outside, the true outside. According to him, the place he was in was full of immortals. Immortals never perish, their power unfathomable. There are no tribulations, being truly transcendent beings.

However, even in the world of immortals, there are conflicts. He was harmed by others at that time and fled into Pangu's divine body, hoping to find a successor who would, in the future, escape from Pangu's divine body for revenge.

"In our world, beings can reincarnate. But do those from that place... die completely?" Chu Mo asked.

"The opponent was too powerful, completely severing all his vitality." The old Taoist sighed, "That person left behind many techniques, nearly all of them are with you."

The old monk said, "Heaven's Will and Star Mnemonic, were left by that person, absolute top-tier techniques. But these techniques aren't something anyone can cultivate. Along with that blade, it was also left by him."

"This blade, in anyone else's hands, brings only countless disasters, ending with the master's tragic demise. Only in your hands, does it show a completely different vitality." The old Taoist looked at Chu Mo, "Before his death, that person spoke of you, speaking of how many years later a person like you would appear."

"This... is the reason you help me and protect me?" Chu Mo asked the old monk and the old Taoist.

The two nodded, "It's a large part of the reason."

"What about the former Young Master Chu then?" Chu Mo asked.

The old monk shook his head, "At that time, Young Master Chu, you were not yet you."

The words were profound, but Chu Mo understood.

The old Taoist said, "It's because we learned what the outside world is like that we lost the desire to leave. What would happen upon leaving? There, too, are conflicts everywhere. What is eternal? There's no truly eternal in this world."

The old monk laughed, "Nevertheless, leaving wouldn't be bad, at least to escape the reincarnation suffering in the Tunnel."

The old Taoist looked at Chu Mo, "Do you understand now?"

Chu Mo nodded: "I understand, but what should I do?"

The old Taoist looked deeply at Chu Mo: "You must ask your own heart."

Question the heart.

What exactly is in Chu Mo's heart?

Do you want to leave this world?

After knowing the truth, surely no one would want to stay here.

But according to the old monk and the old Taoist, even if you break out of the world of Pangu's divine body, you still have to face endless disputes. Where in this world is there true peace?

At this moment, Chu Mo felt a great fatigue, feeling that there was no place in this world that was completely harmonious.

"The world of the immortals actually doesn't have many people. Once you break out of Pangu's divine body, it should count as true transcendence. You need not shoulder too many burdens just because you hold that blade and the heritage of that person. That person also said back then, do not force yourself, do not form cause and effect. Because he has already vanished." The old monk said calmly, looking at the somewhat bewildered Chu Mo.

The old Taoist nodded: "Leaving is good too, at least it's better than being in here."

"Why don't you two leave?" Chu Mo looked at them.

"We..." The old Taoist pondered for a moment, then said frankly, "We can't use that blade, we can't break through this divine body. Besides, if we left, the Tunnel World would quickly collapse. If the Tunnel World is destroyed, the divine body will also inevitably collapse."

This is great benevolence!

Chu Mo admired them in his heart, thinking no wonder they dared to decisively destroy the dharma body of that yellow-dressed woman. Even those beings in the eternal place don't dare to take these two too lightly. Otherwise, if these two truly left their responsibilities behind, the entire world would fall into great calamity.

At this time, Chu Mo suddenly thought of a question, and couldn't help but ask: "If Pangu really was so strong, how did he fall?"

The old Taoist sighed softly: "That is why I say, nothing in this world is eternal. However, Pangu's fall was not due to the erosion of time, he was simply tired and wanted to rest, so he passed away."

"..." Chu Mo was speechless, unable to comprehend that level of divine thought. He couldn't fathom what mindset would lead someone to die just because they were tired; it felt absurd to him.

"What he abandoned was only the physical body, but in truth, his spirit is eternally enduring," the old monk provided Chu Mo with the real answer.

Chu Mo couldn't help but glance at the old Taoist, thinking the old man wasn't as straightforward as the old monk, deliberately scaring him.

The old Taoist laughed: "That level of existence is truly undying and eternal. It's just a body, he could reclaim it anytime if he wished. But he took pity on the living beings and couldn't bear to see them suffer, so he forsook that divine body. In truth, every being born from the divine body carries divine nature. Therefore, we living beings are both despised and ridiculed outside, yet also envied and envied."

Chu Mo nodded, he now understood many things. He also knew much about cause and effect. Being with the two of them elevated his mind and perspective in countless ways instantaneously.

In comparison, the current problems of the Tunnel World were truly not much of a concern anymore. Killing those archaic ancestors was, in a sense, saving the entire Tunnel World. This was likely also the main reason why the Supreme Wuji and the Immeasurable Buddha helped him.

"The path is already here. For others, it is difficult to leave, as the path has been called the road to the heavens. But for you, it is nowhere near as difficult. Even now, if you wish to leave, you can use this blade anytime to cut a path for yourself," the old Taoist said calmly.

The old monk suddenly said: "Years ago, that person said, whoever holds the Pangu Hunting Blade has the true lineage of Pangu in their blood and the strongest Pangu divinity in their soul. Because only such a person can truly wield the Pangu Hunting Blade without facing calamity. He didn't have it, and so he met calamity."

"I think calling it Heaven Slaying sounds better," Chu Mo lightly caressed the eerie blood-red blade of Heaven Slaying and said quietly.

Heaven Slaying resonated softly.

"Since it is yours, you can call it whatever you like," the old Taoist said calmly.

As he spoke, he and the old monk's figures gradually began to fade.

Chu Mo suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Old man, wait a moment, what exactly is the story of the peach tree?"

"That old peach tree? It doesn't belong to this era, didn't I have that monkey bring you thousands of peaches?" The old Taoist paused his vanishing form, looking at Chu Mo.

"Thousands... not enough!" Chu Mo grinned cheekily at the old Taoist: "There's still a lot more needed!"

"Pah, do you think those peaches are like sand? Available as much as you want?" The old Taoist glared at Chu Mo.

But then, he threw Chu Mo a bag: "Truly a lazy bum! Don't you know the Sky Mirror you crafted can solve this?"

Meanwhile, the old monk chuckled softly, chanted a Buddhist mantra, and his form vanished.