557: Death of the False Saint

Nezha couldn't help but be stunned, then suddenly realized, saying in a deep voice, "You were actually just scaring him, right?"

"That's right. The power of the Pseudo-Saint is too strong. Even if we pool all our strength together, I cannot eliminate him!"

Pigsy said, "The purpose of chasing him was to make the Pseudo-Saint Legion feel that we are not so easy to bully, to make them wary, and to leave us room to improve... Our strength is too weak; it's impossible to confront the Pseudo-Saint Legion. The only possibility is to find a way to improve our strength in this area as quickly as possible, and let everyone with Aptitude comprehend the Laws... His escape might not be a bad thing, especially since he doesn't seem to have escaped back to the world he came from. This means he cannot relay our information to his companions. This keeps the Pseudo-Saint Legion from figuring out our true strength..."

"...And..."

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "Third Prince, even if that guy is a weakling, he is still the existence closest to a Saint. Do you really think he wouldn't have a trump card for mutual destruction?"

Nezha was silent for a moment before finally saying helplessly, "Then what should we do now?"

Shi Jingmo had already arrived beside them and said earnestly, "First, we must consolidate our own cultivation, then find a way to travel throughout the world to find candidates with sufficient cultivation and Aptitude to enter the Myriad Paths Reincarnation, and increase our overall strength as quickly as possible!"

"Junior Brother is right... But how should we find them? Searching one by one would be a waste of time, and secondly... we don't know if they would believe us!" Old Pig smiled bitterly.

Beside them, Brick suddenly tilted its head, as if it had thought of something. Looking left and right, seeing that no one was speaking, it couldn't help but say, "Um... cough, perhaps I can find all the existing experts among the Yao Race to help..."

It spoke these words extremely fluently, no longer stuttering as it had before.

Swish!

Everyone's eyes focused on it. Brick couldn't help but laugh, "Back when the Bull Demon King and I found Nuwa Niangniang's last words, my intelligence hadn't yet opened, and I ignorantly accepted the contingency she left behind. I didn't know how to use it before, but now I can freely mobilize that power... Look..."

As it spoke, its head shone brightly. A faint white light rose from the top of its head, and something like a large flag with a flagpole slowly ascended.

Among these people, except for Yang Jian, Nezha, and Shi Jingmo, almost everyone else was of the Yao Race. The aura emanating from this object made them feel incredibly familiar!

"This... this is..."

Sun Wukong was the most familiar with the Saint Nuwa, because his true form, the Five-Colored Stone, was a treasure left behind when the Saint Nuwa refined stones to mend the heavens. It contained the Saint-Dao aura of the Saint Nuwa, so in a sense, Nuwa could completely be called Sun Wukong's mother.

As a Great Saint of the Yao Race, everything the Saint Nuwa did was for the sake of saving the common people of the world. She was also the ancestor of human civilization. Whether among the Yao Race or the Human Race, she was a Saint revered by everyone.

Now that this object had appeared, Sun Wukong knew that Nuwa Niangniang had saved this world once again!

"Is this the legendary Demon-Calling Banner?"

Pigsy said in shock, "This is my first time seeing this thing. Hmm, with this treasure here, it is equivalent to the Saint Nuwa still being here, and the binding power over the Yao Race still remains. Once the Demon-Calling Banner appears, it will inevitably attract those ancient great Yao beings. However, how can you guarantee they will listen to you?"

"I just need to tell them the truth!" Brick laughed, "As for whether they listen to me or not... it's up to fate!"

"You certainly make it sound easy..." Nezha rolled his eyes.

"Having a chance is better than having none..." Pigsy laughed, "This counts as having a team. Hmm, now that the Shu Mountain Sword Sect leads all others, we can have the Emperor issue an imperial decree requiring all cultivation Schools in the world to send people to enter the Myriad Paths Reincarnation. Hmm, as they say, 'no profit, no early rise.' Master once mentioned a propaganda method called 'exaggerated publicity.' We will wildly promote the advantages and benefits of entering the Myriad Paths Reincarnation, while glossing over its drawbacks. This will surely attract many people!"

"That trick of yours is quite insidious... Hmm, however, when everyone arrives, we should still take the initiative to tell them the full story and see if they are willing. And..." Sun Wukong said, "Also, we must carefully evaluate their strength and Heart-Nature!"

"Exactly!"

Yang Jian said, "Moreover, the Myriad Paths Reincarnation's evaluation of Heart-Nature is stricter than that of cultivation. However, even for ordinary people, as long as their Heart-Nature is firm and they have the Aptitude to comprehend the Laws, the Myriad Paths Reincarnation will not turn them away. This means that in the Jianghu Martial Forest, or even in the imperial court, among the army, and among the common people, suitable candidates can emerge!"

"Then let's use multiple approaches and use all methods..." Old Pig said, "Let's return to Chang'an first... Remember to tell Master about today's events so he has an idea of what's going on!"

The group nodded and immediately flew towards Chang'an.

We shall put aside the group's efforts to gather manpower for now. Let us speak of the Pseudo-Saint who had escaped into the Void Realm of the Universe. He was currently drifting in the starry sky, appearing somewhat lost and humiliated.

"It is truly strange. Why was I teleported here? There is no spiritual energy here at all, and it is impossible to set coordinates..."

The injuries on the Pseudo-Saint's body had completely healed; this was one of the benefits brought by his current Realm. As long as he was not attacked again within half an hour, his injuries could recover quickly, and his power would soon reach its Peak state!

However, the point he was most confused about now was how he had appeared in this barren land.

Suddenly, the drifting Pseudo-Saint stopped. A bead of sweat seeped from his forehead and floated slowly into the space of the Universe!

He turned around abruptly, only to see a silver-white figure floating there.

The entire body seemed to be crafted from silver, shimmering with light.

An extreme sense of oppression, an oppression that could almost only be felt from a Saint, surged over, leaving him without the slightest thought of resistance.

"Who... are you?" the Pseudo-Saint said in a deep voice.

"You can call me Gogan. It was I who teleported you here!"

The silver-white figure suddenly drew near, without the slightest warning.

The Pseudo-Saint was covered in cold sweat: "Why?"

"Because you must die!" the person calling himself Gogan said in a deep voice, "If you live, you will definitely bring trouble to Earth... The Pseudo-Saint Legion must absolutely not appear on Earth. This is a promise I made to a certain great being!"

The Pseudo-Saint said with difficulty: "Spare... spare me!"

"Impossible... resign yourself to your fate!"

As he spoke, Gogan had already pointed a finger at him!

"No, I cannot die just like this, I cannot..." The violent power of the Space Laws erupted, attempting to tear apart the Universe, to tear apart everything he could see... This was his final struggle.

But it was useless!

Gogan pointed his finger, and a point of light lit up on the Pseudo-Saint's body, which then immediately completely swallowed his figure...