Chapter 287 Arriving

The myriad stars and phenomena were right before them. This was the deepest part of the Great Wilderness. Beyond the Great Wilderness, the sky was clear and cloudless, the sunlight warmly sprinkling every place. Living beings sought their future and opportunities on this vast land, a vibrant scene.

But here, it was different.

Raising their heads, they could only see a hollow, deep blackness, as if it were a place without light, or as if even the sun and moon could not illuminate it. The sun and moon of the Great Wilderness already illuminated all the heavens and worlds, yet this place seemed even higher than the sun and moon, profound and mysterious, empty and deep, without the kind of majestic dominance that could crush all living beings.

Only emptiness and depth.

And this emptiness and depth was even more profound than the majestic and domineering sun.

As if it could accommodate everything, whether it was a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or an ant trying to shake a tree, or even the stars and the great sun, or the gods whose aura was powerful and whose might suppressed mountains and seas, they were all the same in the eyes of the Heavenly Emperor. The strong were not more noble than the weak, and the weak should not receive more hospitality than the strong.

Not despising the weak, not favoring the strong.

The Way of Heaven is constant, treating all things as straw dogs.

Yet it was not that it was not benevolent, but rather that it was truly benevolent, treating all living beings equally, and equally encompassing all living beings. This kind of ruthless, cold, yet vast and compassionate breadth of mind, accommodating all things and looking at all things with equanimity, like a deep universe without boundaries, made even Wu Zhiqi feel an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Or rather, this was even more powerful than the surging power when Gonggong subdued Wu Zhiqi back then!

The level was even more profound and broad!

Wu Zhiqi clenched his fist. In this sense of emptiness like falling into the universe, he even briefly ignored the increasingly heavy Hu Di on his back—in fact, he himself did not notice it, but Hu Di knew that his own foundation was constantly improving along the way. Heaven knew what that fox cub Wei Yuan had done!

No!

Maybe even Heaven didn't know!

Hu Di looked miserable.

Walking along this road, he only felt that his own foundation was becoming heavier and heavier. Later on, he didn't even know what that stinky kid Wei Yuan had done. Why was there still an aura of the Turbid World appearing? My goodness, what on earth did you do...?

Especially just now, Old Master Hu's foundation within his body was rising step by step, improving with every breath.

Non-stop!

Fox cub, fox cub, what did you do?

Did you dig up a powerhouse who had been turned to ashes ten thousand years ago?

Or did you become sworn brothers with a Great Venerable of the Turbid World?!

Where did this foundation come from? How could there be so much?!

Old Master Hu Di was somewhat playful at heart. He hadn't cared much before, after all, his strength was there. Even if that fox cub Yuan's actions to stir up trouble had never stopped, even if his own foundation was passively stacked too heavily, at worst, the old man would just take a nap.

What, couldn't he digest his foundation?

At worst, he'd sleep for a few thousand years!

As long as it was shorter than the time Old Buzhou Mountain had been lying down, it would be a victory!

Anyway, someone was blocking him from being the number one troublemaker, so it didn't matter, it didn't matter.

But later, this continuous accumulation and feedback of foundation even startled Old Master Hu Di. This was no longer a problem that could be solved by sleeping for a few thousand years. If he fell asleep in one breath, and that fox cub was still galloping wildly on the road of stirring up trouble, and then sped to a level where even the exhaust fumes couldn't be seen.

Then maybe this sleep would continue forever.

Maybe he would just sleep and never wake up.

Because the foundation was too powerful, he would directly faint and never wake up again.

This was simply worse than Old Buzhou Mountain's experience back then!

Of course, the most terrifying thing was that Hu Di was worried that one day he would wake up, and then Old Buzhou Mountain would hold a notebook and tell him with a smile that Old Master Hu had successfully broken Buzhou Mountain's sleep time record, and thus successfully advanced to become the number one troublemaker in the history of the Mountains and Seas Great Wilderness.

Damn it! That's even more uncomfortable than killing me!

The old master was in such a mood of being angry with his old brothers, and worried that Wu Zhiqi, this monkey who was wild and unruly back then, would directly treat him as a burden, throw him on the ground, and then run off to challenge the Heavenly Emperor by himself, so Old Master Hu gritted his teeth all the way.

No, I haven't become heavier!

You've become weak!

Originally it was just a barely maintained reason. Hu Di originally thought that he could delay for a while, and could hide it for a while. Of course, he didn't expect that he would have to hide it from Wu Zhiqi all the time, but the things that happened next had already exceeded Hu Di's expectations.

At the beginning, Wu Zhiqi was already swaying and almost falling under such weight.

But he held on.

After that, almost every step of the way, Hu Di's foundation would have a relatively obvious improvement, and its weight would become heavier, but Wu Zhiqi always seemed to be swaying, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to put down Hu Di step by step, and actually supported him through the Great Wilderness!

Such will, and the potential that was squeezed out of him on the road of carrying Hu Di's heavy foundation, all made Hu Di marvel in his heart, even shocked and moved, marveling at what kind of aptitude this was? What kind of outrageous potential was this? He even dared not tell Wu Zhiqi the degree of heaviness of his foundation along the way, and even he himself was not sure how many times it had been improved.

He was worried that if he revealed this point, Wu Zhiqi's state of mind would be broken, and he would no longer be able to support it.

Hu Di himself was unreliable.

But in fact, since he could be a close friend of H浑天, his vision and judgment were naturally first-class in the world.

Naturally, he could see that the Wu Zhiqi in front of him was on an extremely critical step.

The South Sea is the place of manifestation, so it is called Shu; the North Sea is the realm of darkness, so it is called Hu. Hu Di originally had nothing, so he could refine the fake and return to the real. What was heavy was not Hu Di, but the foundation. This was [Existence born from Nothing], an invisible and tangible thing, that was the chaotic and natural foundation.

How heavy of a Hu Di Wu Zhiqi could carry,

was how much foundation he could bear!

That was how powerful his upper limit could be in the future!

Nonexistence is yin and yang, and yin and yang are water and fire.

Wu Zhiqi was a calamity created by heaven and earth, and also carried the foundation of water and fire, vaguely conforming to the key to subduing water and fire in Taoism. Every step he took carrying Hu Di was a great opportunity. In fact, he was able to get here all thanks to Taotie and that handsome little monk's help.

That Taotie also seemed to be unconvinced.

At least at the beginning, he was unconvinced. He had food and drink in the spirit forest, and there were people singing and dancing.

It couldn't have been more comfortable.

Why did he have to come here? And that Wei Yuan, he clearly said at the beginning that he would have food to eat before he came.

What kind of [Altar Cleansing Messenger] was this?

Was he playing around?

Taotie was originally so angry that he was about to turn around and leave, but unfortunately he met Wu Zhiqi. In the end, Wu Zhiqi carried the old master on his back and beat Taotie with one hand. Then Taotie was unconvinced, and Wu Zhiqi also let Taotie try to carry Old Master Hu on his back. Taotie also had quite a temper, and he actually managed to carry the old master on his back.

He ran wildly for a long distance, but in the end he was exhausted, swaying and almost dropping the old master.

Wu Zhiqi then stretched out his hand, picked up Taotie with one hand and threw him aside, and then re-carried the increasingly heavy Hu Di on his back.

So Taotie was convinced.

He helped Wu Zhiqi clear the way.

Mainly to eat the things that were blocking the way.

If he encountered a mountain, he would lift the mountain up and eat it like a biscuit. If it was a river, he would take a deep breath and lie down by the river, treating it as fresh fish soup and swallowing it in large gulps, causing the river to dry up for a short time. When Wu Zhiqi walked past, he would get up and let the river continue to flow turbulently.

All the way, he opened mountains when he encountered mountains, and opened water when he encountered water.

He ate whatever he saw.

He forcibly carved out a direct route to where the Heavenly Emperor lived.

It was just that these things were naturally not delicious things, so Taotie and Wu Zhiqi, Old Master Hu Di, talked about how delicious it was to reverse the demon summoning ceremony before, and then open a fresh, hot, freshly cut and blanched beef hot pot in the Western Hell. The ingredients, ah no, the demon gods, had all learned to be good.

He had to swim across the East Sea and run to Australia to summon it again for a hot pot.

And he said that after this was over, they would go together.

Those grandsons closed the door tightly. He wasn't good at this kind of magic.

Monkey Bro, if you were here, you could just blow the door open with one stick.

Let's go in together and eat sashimi! Hot pot!

And when they chatted about these things, even Hu Di felt quite curious. After all, Taotie's description was too tempting. Even if it was something unpalatable, Taotie seemed to describe it as the only delicacy in the world, which would make people wonder, would there really be something in this world that Taotie didn't like to eat?

Wu Zhiqi casually asked this question.

The expression on Taotie's face was extremely complicated, as if someone had hit him in the stomach with a stick.

Only that young monk sat on Old Master Hu Di's stomach without paying much attention, flipping through the *Journey to the West* that had been transformed from refining the fake and returning to the real, watching with great interest, and reaching out his hand, curiously lifting it up and down, as if he was learning some kind of move. When Taotie sneered at him, he didn't care, but just stretched out his palm, his face solemn.

Then he twisted his wrist and pressed down with a *slap*.

Of course, it didn't make any sound. Even the [slap] sound was dubbed by his mouth.

The wind of the sleeves blew a fallen leaf. The young Shakya was having a great time.

He also lay down when he was tired, and then came down to walk, patted Wu Zhiqi, and said:

"Water Lord, Water Lord, is the story of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven written according to you?"

Wu Zhiqi only felt that the Old Master Hu Di on his back was getting heavier day by day, and every breath was heavier than the last. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all seemed to be squeezed together, squeezed into a ball, and impatiently replied: "Yes, but only in the front. When I was wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace, it was me, but the back is not me."

"Eh?!?"

The young Shakya's face clearly showed a look of disappointment.

Then he said: "But, but the Victorious Fighting Buddha is also very handsome, isn't he?!"

"This title is so great, do you like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you!"

"Don't like it!"

Wu Zhiqi answered simply and neatly.

"I hate it so much."

"We were born free, what Buddha to become, what ancestor to do, I don't like it, I don't like it."

Wu Zhiqi shook his head again and again.

"Ah, Water Lord, you don't like Buddha."

The young Shakya looked a little disappointed, scratched his head, and soon returned to his original appearance, laughing heartlessly.

He took out a stack of CDs again and said:

"If you don't like Buddha, it doesn't matter, then do you like Fairy Zixia?"

"If you don't like it, it doesn't matter. Fairy Zixia and Fairy Qingxia are the wicks of the oil lamp in front of the Buddha. If you don't like this, I'll make a few more wicks for my lamp when I go back."

"How many wives does the Great Sage Equaling Heaven have?"

"Do you like Bai Jingjing or Fairy Zixia?"

He was talking about some classic stories of the human world.

As for where they came from, one can only say that the power of refining the fake and returning to the real is that you can do whatever you want.

He babbled all the way, almost making Wu Zhiqi hear phantom sounds in his ears. Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, even flies couldn't be as noisy as him. What was even more outrageous was that when this guy was noisy, he would also stare at you with gentle eyes, his face full of sincerity, and it was not easy to get angry.

Wu Zhiqi had no choice but to roar a few times, and carried Old Master Hu Di on his back and ran forward.

Even the weight of Hu Di was thrown to the back of his mind for a while.

Behind him, he could vaguely hear the shouts of the young Shakya, imitating the lines of that drama story.

"So, people are born of human mothers, and demons are born of demon mothers."

"Humans and demons and demon humans are..."

Wu Zhiqi roared, and his footsteps forcibly improved a step.

It was such a noisy trip all the way.

And finally, Wu Zhiqi directly carried Hu Di to the front of the Heavenly Emperor's myriad stars and phenomena.

Then he stopped, his shoulders shook, and his whole body seemed to suddenly exert force, and then he steadily put down the already extremely heavy Hu Di. Wu Zhiqi, who had put down Hu Di, only felt that for some reason, the momentum that had been suppressed and accumulated all the way, like finding a breach, erupted violently, soaring into the sky, directly making the myriad stars and phenomena seem to lose their color.

The violent aura even formed a stalwart body in the void, with its head on the sky and its feet on the ground.

Wu Zhiqi laughed loudly: "Heavenly Emperor!!!"

"I'm here!"

"Come and fight!!!"

ps: The second update today………