Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 892 - 327: When Flowers Bloom on the Other Shore, Ks

Debt?

"This is called reversing cause and effect," Jing Qiu corrected.

Hel said, "Since Mu Shitian spawned his Reincarnation Body, he has been traversing the Great Universe using its convenience, so he is basically absent from the Three Thousand Yanfu."

"I only know that Mu Shitian seems to have interactions with the Five Pillars, but I am not sure what exactly they have agreed upon."

"In this regard, even the other three are no exception; I am unsure if they have figured it out over the millennia."

Saying this, Hel glanced at the well-behaved Wu Zhou.

And at a certain Wu Zhou who was suppressed at the foot of the mountain, nearly breathing his last.

She didn’t expect that the Bitter Sea would have such a strong suppression on Wu Zhou.

Even the illusory Bitter Sea Water almost left him unable to recover.

Hel, rarely serious, said,

"But one thing is certain, if they have decided to formally invade the Nether Sea region where your Federation is located, then they must be quite confident, and will never fight a battle they are not prepared for, especially against Wu Zhou."

"Even if they did not know that Mu Shitian’s Reincarnation Body still exists, they would definitely prepare for the worst."

On this point, Jing Qiu deeply agreed, having already witnessed Wu Zhou’s sches.

Even the earlier Great Grandmaster Mu Shixiong, when confronting Wu Zhou, mostly lost rather than won.

During their conversation,

the Protecting Gods within Jing Qiu’s Inner Realm erged, standing behind Jing Qiu, side by side with the True Buddha projection.

In so sense, the earliest foundation of the Protecting Gods was originally a clone of the True Buddha, having undergone various transformations until today.

At this mont—

"Has the World Venerable Lineage co to repay their debt?"

From the void, a cold and unfriendly voice reached Jing Qiu’s ears, like knives sharpening on stones, hoarse and rough, difficult to discern gender.

Unlike that senior from the Cangqing Lineage who would tease and jest upon eting, yet held goodwill, even respect, towards the World Venerable Lineage.

But this one...

Jing Qiu instinctively felt the unfriendliness of the newcor.

"What debt?"

Jing Qiu asked, feeling the Wind Disaster within his body, already in the middle to late stages, nearing its end.

Though with the help of the local yin wind, its effect far exceeded a normal Wind Disaster, yet Jing Qiu still felt it lacked sothing, not quite "extre."

Only now, evidently, there wasn’t ti.

"Is the World Venerable Lineage intending to break their promise?"

Compared to before, this voice grew increasingly unfriendly, as if suppressing so emotion.

"In past years, without informing, leaving a promise arbitrarily, when will it be repaid?"

Accompanying this voice, the roaming yin wind in Heaven and Earth suddenly howled, even if Jing Qiu was within it, it felt as if being in the Nine Nether Prison, the cold penetrating the True Self,

Most severe was the Inner Heaven and Earth, initially on the verge of collapse, now taking a step forward!

Jing Qiu took a deep breath, maintaining oppression, previously felt sowhat lacking, now just enough to be supplented.

Just in ti, prolong it a bit more, perhaps he could survive what might be an unprecedented Wind Disaster.

"Your reversing cause and effect is taking without informing?" Hel said with a sly grin.

Jing Qiu chuckled lightly, a bit awkward, but not much.

"Taoist Friend, don’t worry, after I return, I’ll ask Master Mu if he forgot an old acquaintance."

Jing Qiu stood upright, fully activating Inner Heaven and Earth to suppress the yin wind within his body.

Though unsure of the other party’s identity, what significant figure could awaken at this mont?

At most a high status but low realm, like Chi Ji.

Upon hearing this remark, even Hel couldn’t help but marvel.

Impressive, Jing Qiu. No wonder claiming invincibility in the Great Universe, speaking so boldly even when confronting the remnants of the forr Five Pillars, daring to address them as Taoist Friend.

The swirling yin wind abruptly rose around, reaching a serpentine howl, the essence contained within high enough to make Jing Qiu’s body subtly tense.

Is this anger?

A chilling harsh shout erupted: "Ask him? Go below and ask him!"

Jing Qiu shook his head and said, "Does Taoist Friend think Master Mu is dead? Isn’t that ridiculous?"

"Even the Saint King in past years never truly died, leaving traces in the world, waiting for a return; Master Mu’s Dao Fruit already surpassed predecessors, how could he really fall?"

"Have long heard the lineage of Innate Gods is extraordinarily arrogant, seeing all beings as insignificant, yet never heard of this arrogance placed above higher powers, truly absurd."

In the Inner Realm, Hel praised, "Well said, these Innate Gods with their eyes on their foreheads regard everything else as servants and no different from other beings, suppress them with your realm."

This ti, the source of the voice was silent for a mont.

Jing Qiu did not rush, peacefully opposing the Wind Disaster within, crafting his Inner Heaven and Earth.

"Have you seen that Saint King?" the other suddenly asked, "Where?"

Jing Qiu calmly said, "At the third Ascension Platform."

This ti, the other was silent again for a mont, seemingly searching his mory to ensure Jing Qiu’s words weren’t made up.

Monts later, he asked again: "Was your Heavenly Divine Light bestowed by him? What did he say to you?"

Jing Qiu thought for a mont and said, "He said he has a daughter..."

"What?!"

This ti the voice was shockingly incredulous, Jing Qiu only slightly paused before interrupting.

"How is that possible?!"

Jing Qiu said, puzzlingly, "What do you an by how is that possible, is Taoist Friend underestimating ?"

Just wants to let her off in the future.

This strength, Ji is more than capable of.

"Enough to withstand a yin wind that could blow away a Heavenly Person Perfection, indeed I underestimated you."

A faint and indefinite qi ca from the depths of the starry sky, carrying an indescribable coldness, finally revealing a bit of its true form from the mysterious voice.