904: Chapter 293 Zixia_7 904: Chapter 293 Zixia_7 The Wood God said gloomily.
Clearly, Emperor Jiang and the others haven’t heard of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.
“And there’s something called Big Persimmon—truly, it’s a big world with all sorts of strange things.”
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme mumbled.
The Wood God was a bit speechless, glancing at the two, regretting whether he should have taken them in at all.
No matter how he looked, they didn’t seem particularly bright.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his inner anger, the Wood God then said, “I’ve got my eye on a few folks who could be potential allies for us.
If you want to rule the Three Realms or even reach The Three Pure Ones’ realm, relying on just us isn’t possible.
If Emperor Jun and the others return, we won’t stand a chance against them unless we bring in more powerful allies.”
“Understood.”
The two immediately straightened up in seriousness.
Currently, including the Wood God and Long’ao, there were only four Supremes.
Reaching a level equal to The Three Pure Ones and others was still a far shot.
They needed to enlist more powerful beings, so they had to invite other strong allies.
“Go ahead, I’ll think about who else can be roped in.
Before Emperor Jun and the others return, we need to ramp up our strength.
Otherwise, we’ll never be taken seriously by them.”
The Wood God waved them off.
Then, he walked off with his hands behind his back.
But just after a few steps, he fell flat on his face.
A small rock had tripped him, causing him to fall hard on the ground.
The Wood God’s gaze turned dark and chilly, fixing on the faces of the Heavenly Wolf Supreme and the other.
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme and the others feigned oblivion and turned away.
They also remembered the name Big Persimmon, knowing its poison was so deadly even the Wood God Supreme couldn’t resist.
In the future, encountering this Big Persimmon, they decided to steer clear.
Because, dealing with someone like that, unless your Fate is exceptionally tough, it’s better not to provoke them.
Inadvertently, he could end up being your downfall.
Even with superior strength, accidents will keep occurring, making it impossible to get rid of him.
Just like earlier, when the Wood God tripped flat on his face, it was utterly absurd.
A guy even more toxic than the Wood God, they chose to avoid.
With such thoughts, the two left the place.
On Huaguo Mountain, those people looked at Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva with shifting eyes.
Especially the strong among the Ancient Gods and Devils, who looked at him as if he were the Plague God.
A guy whose poison exceeded even the Wood God’s, where even the Wood God was affected, yet Mahasthamaprapta remained unharmed, not a single thing happened.
Indeed, new powers emerge to replace the old.
This one is definitely not to be messed with; in another era, it might be someone like the Wood God.
The Ancestral Dragon quietly approached and toasted Mahasthamaprapta, then left without waiting for him to speak.
“Take care, friend, don’t slip and fall.”
Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva quickly said.
“Thunk.”
The Ancestral Dragon’s foot slipped, making him fall flat on his face.
He puzzled over it, looking at Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva with changed eyes.
This guy truly has a Crow’s Mouth, everything he says comes true.
Now the Ancestral Dragon could only imagine how miserable the Wood God Supreme must be; he must be very unlucky at present.
Seeing the Ancestral Dragon’s fearful expression, even Sun Wukong couldn’t hold back his laughter.
Mahasthamaprapta’s intimidation was utterly terrifying.
Everyone avoided Mahasthamaprapta’s gaze, ensuring not to interact with him.
Which left Mahasthamaprapta somewhat bored.
Sun Wukong, however, approached for a pleasant conversation with him.
Under the amazed eyes of everybody, nothing happened to him.
“The Great Saint’s Fate is unbelievably tough.”
The Golden God said in astonishment.
“The Wood God couldn’t affect Haotian and now this Buddha’s Bodhisattva couldn’t affect the Great Saint — clearly, the Great Saint’s Fate isn’t weaker than Haotian.
In the future, if not a Supreme being of the Three Realms, he should be on par, with strength comparable to Haotian.”
The Ancestral Dragon remarked.
Only such monumental figures would have such a resilient Fate.
The Wood God couldn’t affect Haotian God, and Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, who could take down the Wood God, couldn’t seem to affect Sun Wukong.
Everyone looked at Sun Wukong with shifted eyes.
With such a hard Fate, best to avoid conflict with him—it’s unpredictable when Sun Wukong might become an overpowering being and settle scores.
Provoking such a future powerhouse doesn’t seem particularly wise.
Finally, the banquet at Huaguo Mountain concluded.
Everyone departed, the Teng Snake had long gone.
Bai Suzhen was no longer a Prime Yin Body, making her of no use to him.
If Bai Suzhen remained a Prime Yin Body, he might pursue her until he achieved Supreme status.
But now, he completely abandoned such thoughts.
There was only one path left for him: becoming a Supreme to resurrect his wife.
No other method worked apart from this.
The Goddess Nuwa couldn’t return, even if found, there was no way.
So now, the only thing to do is become Supreme, so Bai Xian can be envisioned, transformed from illusion to reality, and ultimately brought back to life.
This isn’t an easy feat and will have at most three chances.
Once he becomes Supreme, he’ll find a place to lay low and rigorously pursue this goal.
Whether it takes thousands, tens of thousands, or millions of years, he is determined to bring his wife back through Jie Yin.
Although careful with his daughter, the Teng Snake’s affection for his wife is undeniable.