Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe said bitterly, "What does it matter if I know? It's too late to mend the situation. Now I can only go down this path to the end."

Nuwa asked, "Xuanzang, how confident are you?"

Zhao Shanhe replied confidently, "If you don't cause trouble, I'm absolutely certain of success, because the saints are already frightened and have begun to plot. Tongtian Sect Master is already unsure and has compromised with the Two Western Saints."

"What if I intervene?"

"I am no match for you. I only have a 10% chance of winning."

Nuwa said jokingly, "Do you think I will intervene?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Nuwa, you've already intervened. Master Ran Deng is more than capable of maintaining the status quo, but lacks the courage. Otherwise, Yuanshi Tianzun wouldn't have abandoned him. The Western Religion ultimately can't handle this overwhelming wealth. There's a reason Jie Yin and Zhunti are trapped in one place. They no longer have the courage to make grand vows of sainthood as they did in ancient times. They're destined to rely on the Three Religions. As the saying goes, one must be mad to survive. If I didn't have an unresolved grudge with Patriarch Tongtian, joining Jie Religion would be far better than the Western Religions."

Nuwa was silent for a while, then she asked, "Xuanzang, if I establish a sect, can I have a share?"

Zhao Shanhe pondered for a moment and said, "Nuwa, the fate of the Three Realms depends on three people: me, the Emperor of Heaven, and Yang Nianhe. Who do you think can be won over?"

"I think you are very good."

"Nuwa, of these three, I'm the least likely. Your best chance is with the Emperor of Heaven, and your best choice is Yang Nianhe. I don't think you'll be able to get any of them."

"Am I really that incompetent?"

Zhao Shanhe replied with a smile, "That's only one aspect. Your reputation is indeed bad, and the fate of the Sky Fox Clan is enough to deter anyone. The bargaining chips in your hand are not enough, unless you are willing to marry. Don't look at me, even if you are willing, I dare not. The underworld is my last resort. You are already a saint, so don't bother with it anymore."

Nuwa teased, "Xuanzang, am I not as good as Hou Tu Niangniang? She is just an avatar."

Zhao Shanhe shook his head and said, "Your temper is too wild, and your desire for power is too strong. I can't control you. After all, what you put in the basket belongs to you. Emperor Xin is the best example. I don't want to follow in his footsteps. I respectfully bid farewell to the Goddess Nuwa."

Nuwa asked doubtfully, "When will I leave?"

Zhao Shanhe jokingly said, "Nuwa, this is the territory of the Yin clan! Don't you feel the deep resentment? If it weren't for me, the once-largest clan would have become extinct. As the Holy Mother of both humans and demons, your every move has a huge impact. Whether it's the Three Religions or the Western Religion, they are all trying to divide your faith. And you have never realized this. How foolish!"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's face flushed with anger, and she shouted angrily, "Xuanzang, how dare you insult me!"

Zhao Shanhe, however, remained calm and earnestly advised, "Nuwa, bitter medicine is good for the disease, and honest advice is good for the people! When a country prospers, the people suffer; when it perishes, the people suffer. For the sake of all people, I beg you to stop now!"

After hearing this, Nuwa was stunned. She sneered, "What a cunning monk! He actually tried to provoke me. I won't be fooled!"

Zhao Shanhe sighed helplessly, "Saints are ruthless, so this is how it is. I am indeed a little naive. Amitabha."

When Nuwa saw Zhao Shanhe reciting Buddhist scriptures, she felt a little bored and left the Zhuzi Kingdom Palace.

After a while, Ouyang Shaogong rushed back and asked, "Brother Zhao, Nuwa has left."

Zhao Shanhe clasped his hands together and said, "Saints are everywhere. She should be afraid of you."

Ouyang Shaogong replied, "Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs. Sages are unkind, treating all living beings as ants. Do you think she would care about the wishes of an ant?"

"You're right. We brothers haven't had a drink in a long time. Why don't you take out the Wuliangye and have a drink together?"

"Aren't you a monk now? Isn't drinking against the precepts?"

"Xuanzang is a monk, Zhao Shanhe is not. I won't be a monk for long. Let me warn you, don't mention my name in front of Yang Nianhe."

Ouyang Shaogong replied, "Brother Zhao, with a saint standing behind me, don't I have any chance of winning?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "My unfilial son has the Demon Ancestor standing behind him. A saint is not enough. One person cannot be two emperors. Isn't the Third Emperor still staying in the Fire Cloud Cave?"

Ouyang Shaogong pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Zhao, what should I do?"

"A thousand-year-old emperor, a ten-thousand-year-old family. In fact, the laws of nature will not allow another human emperor to appear. Neither you nor Yang Nianhe will win."

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Zhao. I wonder how you fared in the end?"

"Xuanzang is dead, Zhao Shanhe lives on, and a great catastrophe has struck again, devastating all living things. This time, I'm afraid, will be even more dramatic than the Conferred Gods War. Who knows how many saints will perish."

Ouyang Shaogong looked at Zhao Shanhe with a bitter face, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. He said, "Brother Zhao, we are brothers after all. Why are you trying to harm me?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled faintly and teased, "Ouyang Shaogong, you yourself begged for my advice! Who can escape the catastrophe? I left the world of immortal cultivation and died once before. Do you think your life is tougher than mine? What I said just now was actually for the ears of Goddess Nuwa."

Ouyang Shaogong looked at Zhao Shanhe in horror and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, is Nuwa still here?" His eyes revealed fear and terror.

Zhao Shanhe quipped, "It's not too late to castrate yourself now. Saints are everywhere. Although Nuwa is watching from the dark, she won't show herself. Come, have a drink! The taste of this Wuliangye is truly nostalgic. If I had been able to harden my heart and not leave the world of immortal cultivation, perhaps none of this would have happened."

Ouyang Shaogong recovered from his panic and said, "Brother Zhao, a person's fate is already determined. If there were a pill to regret, the Shang Dynasty might still be the world's heir."

Zhao Shanhe said, "The change of dynasties is inevitable. If you are wise and brave, you can ensure that your descendants will not be foolish. Just like the Zhou Dynasty. If Changsheng cannot become the Emperor of Man, his final destination will be Huoyun Cave."

Ouyang Shaogong replied: "I am indeed too greedy, Senior Brother Zhao, how long will it take for your disciples to rescue my Golden Saint Palace Queen?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe he can't be saved. You have to be mentally prepared."

"Brother Zhao, please consider our past friendship and rescue Yin Jie."

"The Queen of the Golden Palace will definitely come back, but it's hard to say whether Yin Jie can come back. You reap what you sow. You have to bear the consequences of your own choices."