Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe's face turned pale as paper, and he took several uncontrollable steps backward, each one feeling incredibly heavy. Suddenly, a sweet sensation clung to his throat, and a stream of crimson blood gushed out, forming a bloody mist in the air. As the blood spitted out, his once powerful aura instantly faded, like a candle in the wind, about to falter.

Meanwhile, the situation for the members of the Xianjiao sect was equally grim. Jiang Ziya, the weakest among them, suffered heavy injuries and collapsed unconscious, his life or death unknown. Nezha was also severely injured and could no longer fight. The only uninjured members of the Xianjiao sect were Nanji Xianweng, Yuding Zhenren, Yun Zhongzi, and Yang Jian.

Zhao Zilong, the leader of the formation, was also seriously injured. His condition was much better than Zhao Shanhe's. Seeing this, he couldn't help but burst into a complacent and arrogant laugh: "Zhao Shanhe, how much strength do you have left now?"

However, facing Zhao Zilong's provocation, Zhao Shanhe remained remarkably calm and composed. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile as he slowly spoke, "Come on if you're brave enough. Perhaps you'll have a chance to kill me."

Hearing Zhao Shanhe's words, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart. After a brief hesitation, he shouted anxiously: "My fellow disciples, Zhao Shanhe is delaying his recovery and setting up the formation, not giving him room to breathe."

At this moment, a sharp cry suddenly rang out from the sky: "You bunch of bastards, do you really want to destroy the entire Three Realms? Stop it, everyone!"

Before he finished speaking, Nuwa appeared before everyone, stepping on auspicious clouds, like a fairy descending to earth. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger as she stared at the huge black hole above, her eyes filled with endless majesty and anger.

Seeing this, Zhao Zilong said unwillingly, "Nuwa, please calm down. Once I eliminate Zhao Shanhe, my master will give you an explanation."

However, Nuwa ignored Zhao Zilong's explanation. With a frosty expression, she responded coldly, "Zhao Zilong, you violated our original agreement and attacked Zhao Yunxiao without authorization. I will settle this matter with Yuanshi Tianzun. Lead the Chan Sect and leave immediately, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After saying this, an extremely powerful aura emanated from the body of Nuwa, which made it almost impossible for everyone present to breathe.

Zhao Zilong didn't dare say anything more. He quickly fed the elixir to Jiang Ziya and Nezha, then left with the disciples of the Chan Sect. After they left, he said, "Zhao Shanhe, this scourge, is indeed not so easy to get rid of. I didn't expect that Nuwa would take action."

Nanji Xianweng said, "Junior brother, don't blame yourself. Is Zhao Shanhe's injury serious?"

Zhao Zilong said, "Zhao Shanhe is full of mysteries. He only recovered from his injuries in Xuyi. Such a good opportunity, what a waste. He should be well now, so we can only make other plans. If we can't restrain Nuwa, everything we do will be in vain."

After Zhao Zilong left, Nuwa asked, "Zhao Shanhe, are you okay?"

Zhao Shanhe bowed and said, "Thank you, Madam, for your help. I'm fine now. I don't know how to repair this broken sky. If you need anything, I'm willing to take care of it."

Seeing the compassion on Shanhe's face, Nuwa felt that she had saved the right person. She said, "To mend the sky, we need the five-colored rays of light refined from the five-colored stones. Only then can we glue the sky together."

Zhao Shanhe saw that Nuwa was hesitant to act, so he quickly asked, "Nuwa, why don't you take action? How many lives will die in this natural disaster?"

Nuwa said in embarrassment, "The five-colored stones must be simmered for 49 days before they can become a multicolored halo. When I was mending the sky, the five-colored stones were everywhere, so I didn't collect any. Since Daozu Hongjun transformed himself into the Dao, the Dao of Heaven has gradually perfected, and this sky curtain has developed the ability to heal itself. It will heal in 50 days at most."

Zhao Shanhe understood the meaning behind Nuwa's words. With only a single day's difference, she didn't want to bother herself with such painstaking efforts. Looking at the creatures suffering from the natural disaster, Zhao Shanhe solemnly said, "Please teach me how to mend the sky, Nuwa. The evil I have done cannot be shared by the beings of the Three Realms."

Nuwa said, "Zhao Shanhe, the cause and effect of this matter will be handled by the Chan Sect. It has nothing to do with you."

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Although there is no cause and effect, my conscience is uneasy. I still ask the Goddess Nuwa to teach me the method of repairing the sky."

Nuwa pointed, and Zhao Shanhe gained the Heaven-Mending Technique. He planted this thought into the Primal Chaos Spiritual Field, expending a vast amount of merit to cultivate it. He produced a gourd filled with fire, and, activating a magical formula, five flaming dragons erupted. Countless rare treasures fell into them, instantly melting into liquid. He shouted, "Aura of Creation, melt!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a multicolored pill emerged from the fire dragon, emitting a dazzling light. Zhao Shanhe collected the pill and tossed it into the black hole. It instantly transformed into multicolored dust. After a few squirming moments, the black hole slowly shrank until it vanished.

Nuwa couldn't help but sigh, "How did you do that?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "Using the energy of creation as a guide, combining the Heaven Repairing Technique with the Alchemy Technique, it's just a small hole, it won't be difficult to repair."

Nuwa said angrily, "Back then, I refined stones to mend the sky and nearly died of exhaustion, and you actually said it wasn't difficult."

Zhao Shanhe explained, "Nuwa, the sky back then was very different from what it is now. I took advantage of a trick and borrowed the power of Heaven. The merit I gained was pitifully small, and I ended up losing money."

Nuwa said solemnly, "Zhao Shanhe, who are you?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Nuwa, put on the cassock. I am Xuanzang, the pilgrim who prays Amitabha Buddha. Take off the cassock and I will be the unrivaled Zhao Shanhe. As for who I was in my previous life, does it matter? The point of reincarnation is to forget the past, not to return to my past life. What's the point of that? Hou Tu Niangniang understood this, so she became Luo Tianshuang, giving me the chance to escape my fate."

Nuwa said in a heavy tone, "It's just an opportunity, but it's ultimately in vain."

Zhao Shanhe said, "People should have dreams. What if they come true? Even the laws of nature can take a nap sometimes. Even if it's only one in a billion, it's better than nothing. Now that this matter is over, I will put on my cassock and continue to be the pilgrim who seeks the scriptures."

Nuwa asked, "Zhao Shanhe, with your current strength, what's your purpose in obtaining the scriptures? Are you trying to gamble on that one in a billion chance of the two Western Saints changing their minds?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "Nuwa, although obtaining the scriptures is boring, there are merits to be gained after all. I have planned so much, and I must reap the benefits, otherwise how can I be content? It is better to rely on oneself than on others. I only believe in strength. Please keep an eye on Zhao Zilong, he has a big problem. I should go back to obtain the scriptures. Amitabha."