A man in black began to emit a continuous black aura of death, "Holy Monk, the fates of the world have nothing to do with . I only want her. Be it murder or sin, I will bear it for her."
The white-robed monk looked up at him, his eyes filled with complexity. This man had been here for three days and nights without speaking a word. Only after he explained the circumstances of the Chosen One did the man begin to speak.
The first words he said were, "Save her."
This man was reticent but spoke decisively about the Chosen One. Just now, he uttered the longest sentence since arriving here.
The white-robed monk sighed deeply. He had lived through six lifetis and t countless obsessed n and won. But none had ever shown such intense murderous aura.
No wonder he possessed the God-Devil Physique; even he, who had cultivated through six lifetis, felt a tremor in his heart.
The man in black saw the monk remain silent and clenched his fists tightly.
"You are the Holy Monk, do you know that all beings are equal?"
The white-robed monk, lost in thought, was stunned, "Of course, I know that."
"In Buddhism, there is causality, the cycle of cause and effect, and everything is predestined, correct?" the man asked again.
"Patron Gu, your talent is indeed exceptional."
The man in black slowly raised his head, revealing a perfectly handso profile. His deep black eyes stared intently at the white-robed monk, "You speak of causality. But she has sown good karma by healing countless people after entering the Shin, yet where is her reward?"
The white-robed monk’s lips quivered, but before he could speak, the man in black spoke again.
"You also say that everything is predestined. But who has set this destiny? Is it the Heavenly Dao? If the Dao wishes her to live, she lives. If it wishes her to die, she must die. Even if she doesn’t want to, even if she shouldn’t, she must die. What kind of reasoning is this? What is the Heavenly Dao? Why must the world follow its will? Is Buddha, karma, and fate a great understanding after seeing through worldly affairs, or a product of submission to the Heavenly Dao?"
The white-robed monk’s face grew solemn, as the man’s question seed to confound him.
"Holy Monk, I ask you again, you are a Holy Monk who has reincarnated six tis, yet you ignore worldly affairs and focus solely on comprehending the Buddhist path. But you entrust the calamity of this world to a twenty-year-old girl, leaving her to live or die under the control of the Heavenly Dao. Are you truly the savior of the world, or a slave to the Heavenly Dao?"
The white-robed monk’s face turned pale as he suddenly looked up, eyes filled with shock at the calm-faced man.
The temple hall was silent. Monks passing by braced themselves quietly and left quickly. In the distance, the chants from the Dalak Palace and the heavy tolling of bells lingered, making everything seem peaceful and beautiful.
After a long ti, a prolonged sigh sounded within the temple hall.
"God-Devil Physique, truly worthy of its na."
The white-robed monk rotated the prayer beads in his hand once more and slowly closed his eyes.
"There are two ways to save her. The first is life for life. Using the full blood of her family, lover, or friends, make a living sacrifice to the Heavenly Dao to bear her death. The second way, only you can achieve."
The man in black’s eyes flickered slightly.
"Enter the Dao through the Devil." The white-robed monk looked at the golden Buddha statue within the hall and spoke slowly, "The world knows the God-Devil Physique as a calamity of the world, both righteous and evil, difficult to control. Yet, they only see the devil’s side without realizing that by entering the Dao through the Devil, the God-Devil Physique can also beco divine."
"How to enter the Dao through the Devil?"
The white-robed monk slowly shook his head. "I do not know. After six lifetis, I still have not found clues on how the God-Devil Physique can enter the Dao through the Devil. It all depends on your own destiny."
The man in black remained silent for a mont, then exerted force with his legs and stood up from the prayer mat.
"Thank you, Holy Monk. Farewell." With that, he turned toward the door.
"Patron Gu." The white-robed monk suddenly spoke, his back to the man.
The man in black stopped.
"The God-Devil Physique wishing to enter the Dao through the Devil must endure unimaginable pain. Patron Gu, though your resolve is firm, I hope you can always keep your faith and refrain from increasing slaughter. Consider it as accumulating rit for the Chosen One."
"She is my faith. If she lives, I live. If she dies, I will bring the Heavenly Dao and the world to be buried with her."
The footsteps gradually receded, and long after, a sigh resonated through the solemn temple hall.
...
In a corner of the Dalak Palace, a black, domineering Humr stood quietly.
A man in black appeared in the rearview mirror, and shortly afterward, he walked up to the Humr.
The man opened the car door, swiftly bending to sit inside, stirring up snow all around.
"Boss, is the matter settled?" asked the red-haired youth in the driver’s seat.
"Yes."
"Where to next?"
The man in black paused, "To Flower Island."
...
At this ti, Flower Island was shrouded in night, with lights illuminating the starry sky. In this modernized, cosmopolitan city night, luxury and passion were everywhere.
Since Li Yuhang’s health began to improve, An Yiqing had moved with the Thirteen Blood Generals out of the Li Family Mansion and settled in several rooms at the Vidoria Grand Hotel on Flower Island.
In front of the spacious floor-to-ceiling window, An Yiqing stood alone with her hands behind her back. The white dress worn during the day had been changed to a white silk nightgown.
Gazing absently at the blaze of lights outside, An Yiqing’s thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Tang Zhifeng earlier that day.
The Heavenly Dao?
God-Devil Physique, Chosen One, Four Divine Beasts. An Yiqing laughed coldly; it seed her conflict with the Heavenly Dao would never end.
In that case, let there be war!
She took out her phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Spread the word, a video conference will be held at nine o’clock tomorrow morning."
The next day, at nine, when Zhang Yuksheng turned on the video, he saw An Yiqing seated in a chair, along with the Thirteen Blood Generals, including his sister.
Zhang Yuksheng raised an eyebrow, realizing it was the first ti An Yiqing had brought the Thirteen Blood Generals before the Xuanjin Yulong’s top managent.
"Is everyone here?" An Yiqing’s soft voice ca through.
"Everyone is here, Miss. Today, you..."
An Yiqing chuckled softly and looked at the people in the conference room.
"This impromptu video conference is to inform you of certain matters," she said gently, with no hint of having only three or four years left to live.
"Whether you believe it or not, I want to tell you that within the next three years, there will be a transformation in Xuanjin. To face the impending crisis, I need to make adjustnts to Xuanjin Yulong’s developnt."
An Yiqing spoke in vague terms, leaving everyone confused. What kind of change? A financial crisis? Economic bubble? Or sothing else?
Everyone instinctively assud the change An Yiqing referred to was a storm in the business world, and they all beca vigilant. Only those like Zhang Yuksheng, who were close aides to An Yiqing, felt that the so-called change was more than just that.
"Now I’ll speak, and everyone just listen. This plan must be completed as quickly as possible."
The people in the conference room awaited An Yiqing’s words with bated breath.
"This year, Xuanjin Yulong has already solidified its foundation in the Mainland, and after half a year’s keeping a low profile, it now has the strength to make a significant leap forward. Initially, I planned to wait another year before venturing internationally, but now that seems unnecessary." An Yiqing tapped the docunt in her hand and gestured two fingers toward the computer, "Two years, I want Xuanjin Yulong to reach the world peak within two years!"
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