Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Cui Cui reined in the horse, its hooves pounding in the snow and mud, and a bitter feeling gradually welled up in her heart.

If I were a newcomer, having just been released from that golden cauldron, I would probably have chosen to leave without hesitation... Has something changed now?

Even if she couldn't get back to the Central Plains through the Sacred Hand Manor, there were many villages scattered across the Northern Plains. She could find a village, lie down and live out her days, and there was a chance she would survive the disaster caused by the alien Buddha's contamination...

So why the hell did I hesitate?

"..."

"...Because of this damn world?"

She turned to look at the golden Buddha palace, where bursts of explosions and continuous turmoil could be heard. In this remote snow city, a drama of choosing a world was unfolding... They seemed to have really changed something.

In truth, Cui Cui felt that even if Li Fu ultimately won this contest and turned the world into another Shengshou Manor, it wouldn't be the worst outcome.

After all... could things get any worse? The lower class is treated like livestock while the upper class engages in bloody slaughter. Every social class is brainwashed with violence, and it seems that the only path left in the world is to eat people and be eaten.

A hundred years ago, those ordinary people had all died out. Now, the people who were once wealthy and powerful families are now in ruins. Cui Cui can still vaguely remember the jade plate and gold bowl in her childhood home.

The Fang family is not the last, nor is the Li family the first. This desperate and bloody cycle has lasted for hundreds of years. Pure martial arts... pure survival of the fittest is just too cruel.

She once wished she could have a good night and then have the whole world destroyed the next day.

"But now... what can he change? What can I change?"

Cui Cui, somewhat dazed, tugged at the reins, murmuring something as if in a trance, until she gradually made up her mind. Wu Zhui, sensing the change in the woman's thoughts, excitedly snorted and turned around.

It was even ready to sprint, just waiting for Li Cuicui to flick the reins to break free! To arrive at the Buddhist palace in an instant, to complete and witness the final destination of the Buddhist treasure…

"..."

"How about we wait a bit? Don't...don't look at me like that, I've really made up my mind!"

She chuckled awkwardly and tugged at the reins, causing the purple steed to stumble back a few steps. Meeting its disdainful gaze, she spoke in a barely audible voice,

"We're just observing the battle's trajectory... In case, what if, I'm saying, the gap between Fang Jin and that old eunuch is too large, then our assistance won't be of much help, right? Let's just wait... wait half an hour..."

"boom--!"

"Buzz—!"

But at that moment, a series of loud noises suddenly came from the southern land! A cloud of smoke rose into the sky, and then, crashing through the sea of ​​clouds and tearing through the sky, came three imposing figures that were rapidly approaching!

Those Grandmasters of the Jiazi era actually broke through the evil formation and even directly destroyed the Sacred Hand Manor? The Purple Black Steed scratched its hooves in surprise; the true qi cultivation methods of this world unexpectedly had some merit…

Then, it felt a strong force on its neck, causing this savage creature to cough repeatedly. It saw that Cui Cui had unleashed unprecedented perseverance and drive! Turning its head, it shouted loudly towards the Buddhist palace:

"No...no time to linger here! For the good of the world! Big Purple, let's go!"

The purple steed rolled its eyes, whether from being strangled or speechless, but it still obediently set off, transforming into purple lightning and galloping towards the gap above the Buddhist palace! In just a moment, it was already close!

Cui Cui then calmed down... She finally gave up completely. She took out something from her bosom, and rays of Buddhist light that shouldn't exist emanated from her body, and the brightness of the light was far superior to Fang Jin's!

The Buddha's light was extremely pure and thick, like layers of lotus flowers enveloping Cui Cui. Vast vitality surged into her body, and the Buddha's maiden's willow branches immediately swayed towards her! There were even silver branches mixed in with it.

What Cui Cui was holding in her arms was a severed hand, a smooth, white Buddha's hand like jade.

……

……

Inside the Golden Buddha Palace, Fang Jin grasped four silver willow branches. A large amount of sixth-order Buddhist power surged into his body, and his crimson-gold Dharma body was already fully restored. Even his facial features were faintly emerging, as if sculpted out of thin air.

On the other side, Li Fu had already won the favor of the six willow branches. The Silver Moon Bodhisattva behind him became more and more solid and lifelike, even possessing the texture of flesh and blood. When he sighed, white crystalline mist spread out with him.

At some point, the two sides had stopped fighting. Any injuries they sustained would be instantly healed, and the more willow branches they gathered, the more their slightest movements would cause the space to shatter.

The battles gradually lost their meaning, and the struggles between gods often unfolded in the form of placing pieces. It wasn't that they were unwilling to fight, but rather that the chessboard was often not of the quality to support their battles.

They were like two sides of the same yin and yang, one side being the blazing sun and the other the cold moon gathering frost. The space became fragile and unstable simply because of their presence.

But... this balance is not sustainable.

"Click..."

With a soft, crisp sound, the Buddha relic that Fang Jin was holding in his palm, which was burning with pure fire, shattered completely, losing all its Buddhist charm and vitality.

Furthermore, as it shatters, its original smoothness and delicacy immediately disappear, turning into dry, slag-like bone powder in the palm of your hand, which dissipates with the wind with the slightest kneading.

"I said long ago that the outcome was already decided."

Li Fu was not surprised by this scene. He had created the relic himself, but it was only to maintain its external shape. In reality, its inner vitality and spirituality had long been worn away and almost disappeared.

Fang Jin remained silent, but used the last remaining Buddhist light around him to ignite a final burst of Buddhist fire, which was unrestrained and vigorous, drawing a silver willow branch down slowly once more. This was undoubtedly the last time.

"You've already failed in this pointless struggle, so why not just let it all go?"

Li Fu shook his head sarcastically, large swathes of ice crystals cascading from his massive, white jade face. The bone book in his hand also burned brightly, and he commanded a willow branch to be drawn and attached it to his torso.

"Of course, you can also make one last struggle, killing me at the cost of the world's destruction. Even if you fall into the void outside, this vast Buddhist treasure will still be your property."

But that's clearly impossible. Leaving aside whether Fang Jin could bear to see everyone in the martial arts world die, if the world shattered and the two of them fell into space...

The first to be enraged will be the Buddha Ming, who is waiting outside the boundary for the fruit to ripen. At that time, the culprits will be instantly annihilated, and the power of the gods will not allow them even the slightest chance to struggle.

...But for Li Fu, the situation is undoubtedly the same.