NOVEL WEB Chapter 61 The Contest of the Dao
"Right, right, right, we're here to deliver all beings from suffering," Old Seven agreed, while lamenting in his heart, "Don't force it!"
Just then, Tang Sanzang felt a tug at his trouser leg. Looking down, he saw a little loli with her hands raised, shouting at him, "Daddy, pick me up!"
Tang Sanzang didn't think too much and lifted her up, then frowned, "Daughter, what have you eaten? Why do you seem heavier?"
After speaking, Tang Sanzang felt Tang Caiyi's belly, which was indeed round and bulging.
"Burp... nothing much, Dad, where are we going next?" Tang Caiyi asked.
Tang Sanzang looked at Old Seven, "Lead the way, to the residence of the Piano Saint."
"Okay!"
Old Seven immediately nodded, pointing to the path back from ruin, "To reach the Piano Saint's world, we must first leave this place, enter Chaos, and it can take up to three years."
Tang Sanzang was stunned, "Three years? Even with our strength, it takes three years?"
Old Seven replied with a wry smile, "Chaos is to us Saints as the earth is to ordinary people, or even as the earth is to ants.
We walk through Chaos, unable to fly or burrow, just trudging along.
Only the mighty can dash, the powerful can leap, and the exceptional can soar."
Tang Sanzang scratched his head and asked, "Which category do you fall into?"
Old Seven scratched his head awkwardly, "Uh... frail and decrepit."
Tang Sanzang: "@#￥..."
Just a moment ago, Tang Sanzang thought it wasn't bad to have a Saint as a subordinate, but now he just wanted to return the purchase!
However, he ultimately needed a good guide. Although frail and decrepit, it was still better than none at all.
Tang Sanzang pointed at the over six thousand Primordial experts and asked, "What about them?"
Old Seven said, "Less than ants, they will struggle to take a single step; once they enter Chaos, the pressure of Chaos Qi will immediately crush them into a pulp. These people could come only because they were carried by Saints..."
Tang Sanzang nodded, "Then you take them."
"What?!" Old Seven was stunned; the path through Chaos was difficult and arduous, he himself struggled to traverse it, let alone with so many ants. The last time he had only brought one of his own disciples...
But seeing the bald man's resolute and uncompromising gaze, he pinched his nose and accepted the challenge, "Here goes nothing!"
In the end, Old Seven swept his big sleeve, bringing all those people into his sleeve, then turned around and led Tang Sanzang towards the path back from ruin.
The path back from ruin was an endless vortex of darkness, with buildings whose age was unknown hanging on the walls encircling the dark vortex...
"The Pan Gu world is not immutable. When Pan Gu created heaven and earth, the world wasn't big. But over time, due to massive energy explosions and the evolution of Dao, we have the world as it is today. Moreover, even this world has been destroyed and reborn many times.
The world is continuously evolving and advancing...
That's why we don't care if this world is destroyed by battles because, after its destruction, it will be reborn.
"
On the way, Old Seven explained, "Those ruined buildings you see on the path back from ruin are remnants from a bygone world, leftovers from the numerous times the world has been destroyed."
Zhu Ganglie curiously asked, "Old Seven, no wonder you strike so hard, even the Earth Immortals Realm has collapsed under your assault. Seems like you knew that this world could be reborn..."
Old Seven nodded and then shook his head, "Whether the world is reborn or not, we simply do not care. What we care about is the control over the laws of heaven and earth, that is, the Dao.
Each world has its own rules. Take me for example, in the world I created, Chess is the strongest Dao between heaven and earth. It doesn't matter if you cultivate time or space, or even if your power is extraordinary, all of it falls under the Way of Chess. Once the chessboard is laid out, everything is within it. Therefore, the Power of Chess is the strongest force.
In my world, all beings revere Chess as the supreme cultivation; practicing anything else is considered an inferior path, not worth mentioning.
But in this world, it's different. The Three Thousand Great Dao stretch across the sky, with no distinction of high and low. As long as one can grasp one of them, one can establish a footing in this world.
The Pan Gu World... this is a true world, where the Dao is complete and all laws are perfected."
Speaking of this, Old Seven lamented, "Unfortunately, the Dao of this world is so strong that even Saints can only comprehend it step by step, assimilate it, and absorb the myriad threads of rules that the Great Dao spreads out. They must understand each one in turn to be able to control the Dao and become a Saint recognized by this world.
Although I have been here for some time, alas, the complete Great Dao has a total of one hundred and eighty thousand three thousand ways, far more than the three thousand I have understood myself...by a difference of one hundred and eighty thousand ways...
After all this hard cultivation, I still have not become a Saint of the Dao, and cannot take charge of the Pan Gu World.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been beaten half to death by my master with a single punch."
Having said this, Old Seven cautioned, "Master, when you go to see the Piano Saint later, you must be careful.
We, the Saints, are born from Chaos, severing ourselves with a single stroke to fashion a vessel of flesh, which is a world in its own right.
Outside, we are incomplete, lacking the support of the world's Dao, suppressed by this world, and due to incompatible rules among other factors, our strength is greatly reduced, reduced to a mere tenth.
But once we return to our own world, we become true Saints.
Our strength surges by more than tenfold."
Only then did everyone understand that these foreign Saints, seemingly powerful, were also indirectly suppressed in the world because their own Dao was different from the Dao of the Pan Gu World.
This is just like the software from a computer system entering a mobile phone system; even if it manages to be compatible, it doesn't necessarily function smoothly...
And so naturally, their strength is significantly reduced.
Tang Sanzang stroked his chin and said, "Let's not talk about these inconsequential matters. What is that up ahead?"
Everyone looked up and saw at the end of the black vortex funnel a stone gate with the words "Land of Return" inscribed on it.
Old Seven took out a talisman, threw it towards the Land of Return gate, and as the talisman burned, flames blazed brightly.
After the stone gate devoured the light of the fire, it slowly opened a crack...
In an instant, a ray of yellow light shone into the Land of Return.
Outside the stone gate, Chaos Qi tumbled, like a towering sandstorm! What was even more terrifying was the endless lightning flashing and dancing within the sandstorm. The fearsome power of lightning was so intimidating that even from a great distance, Zhu Ganglie was so frightened that he clutched at Tang Sanzang's sleeve: "Master, I don't think I'll go. It's too terrifying out here. I feel like I'm going to die the moment I step out."
Before Tang Sanzang could respond, Old Seven said, "This is Chaos, a wisp of Chaos Qi is enough to destroy a small world. A Semi-Saint may withstand it somewhat; those who enter fully die."
Tang Sanzang nodded slightly, "I see, in that case, you stay behind and look after the child. When your master returns, I will come to find you."
"Alright!" Zhu Ganglie promptly accepted the order.
Tang Sanzang clearly did not trust Old Seven, leaving him to watch over Zhu Ganglie and Tang Caiyi. In case anything unexpected happened, Tang Sanzang, a stranger in a strange land, would have no way to save them.