12dz Chapter 91, Fragment of the Book of Fate: Chen Fan Sees Himself
Chapter 91, Fragment of the Book of Fate: Chen Fan Sees Himself
Haotian Mirror Light!
Buddha's light!
Chen Fan felt his hair stand on end.
This feeling... it's so familiar.
The Heavenly Mirror of Heaven, the Buddha's Palm of Buddhism.
Two extremely powerful forces simultaneously locked onto this side.
"We've been exposed!" The Six-Eared Macaque's expression changed drastically.
"The aura of a fragment of the Book of Fate." Chen Fan gritted his teeth. "This damn thing is a hot potato!"
"Hurry up!" Sun Wukong grabbed the torn page.
But it was too late.
The sky cracked open.
A giant golden hand descended from the sky, with the swastika symbol written on its palm, pressing down on the mountaintop.
At the same time, the beam of light from the Haotian Mirror swept across, and wherever it passed, rocks crumbled.
"Run!" Chen Fan shouted.
The crowd dispersed.
Sun Wukong, however, did not run away.
He held his stick in front of Chen Fan.
"You all retreat first!" Wukong said without turning his head. "I'll cover the rear!"
"Wukong!" Chen Fan cried out anxiously.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Wukong turned around, grinning, "I used to fight this broken mirror every day, I know its moves inside and out!"
"Take the torn pages with you!"
"hurry up!"
Chen Fan gritted his teeth, grabbed the torn page, and ran.
The six-eared macaque followed closely behind.
Wukong's angry roar came from behind.
"You old Jade Emperor! You little Buddha!"
"I, Old Sun, am here!"
Come on!
"boom--"
The explosion was deafening.
Chen Fan glanced back.
Wukong was attacked from both sides by the light of the Haotian Mirror and the Buddha's light, and his figure retreated violently.
But he held on stubbornly and refused to back down.
"This monkey..." Chen Fan's eyes welled up with tears.
"My lord!" the Six-Eared Macaque urged, "Let's go first! The remaining pages are more important!"
Chen Fan gritted his teeth and turned back.
Fight!
He channeled all his magical power and fled frantically.
The tattered page felt hot in my hand.
The text above began to appear.
Chen Fan glanced at it.
His whole body trembled violently.
— "Chen Fan, a person beyond the Three Realms."
"It was destined that I would fall into the Journey to the West."
Those who enter the game are not by chance.
"It is the work of mending the sky..."
The page ends abruptly here.
The rest of the content is fragmented.
"Mending the sky?" Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
What does that mean?
Was I deliberately thrown into this trap?
Am I part of the "Mending the Sky" project?
"Who is mending the sky?"
"Whose sky are we mending?"
Chen Fan's mind was buzzing.
He wanted to see more.
But the tattered page shattered completely, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.
"Damn it!" Chen Fan growled.
So close!
"My lord!" came the Six-Eared Macaque's voice from the side, "The pursuers are coming!"
Chen Fan turned around.
With eyes that can see a thousand miles and ears that can hear the wind, they led heavenly soldiers and generals in pursuit.
The leader was none other than Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King!
"Chen Fan!" Li Jing's voice boomed like thunder, "Surrender!"
"I won't let you get away with this!"
Chen Fan sneered.
"You?"
He stopped in his tracks.
The golden cudgel appeared in his hand.
"Six Ears, go to Flower Fruit Mountain and get reinforcements."
"My lord, are you alone?"
"Enough with the nonsense!"
The Six-Eared Macaque gritted his teeth, transformed into golden light, and retreated first.
Chen Fan faced the heavenly soldiers and generals alone.
"Li Jing," he said calmly, "wasn't he beaten enough last time?"
Li Jing's face turned ashen.
"Arrogant!"
"Today is your death day!"
"Really?" Chen Fan smiled.
His smile was cold.
"Do you really think you've got me cornered?"
His aura began to rise.
Late stage of Earth Immortal.
Peak Earth Immortal.
Fairy!
"boom--"
The momentum exploded.
The heavenly soldiers and generals collectively took a step back.
Li Jing's expression changed.
"Impossible! How did you break through again?!"
"Oh."
Chen Fan raised his baton and moved forward.
There are many things you don't know.
"beat!"
He flashed forward and charged straight at Li Jing.
Li Jing hastily summoned the exquisite pagoda.
"when--"
The golden cudgel smashed onto the tower.
The tower shook violently.
Li Jing, along with the tower, was sent flying backwards.
"puff!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Li Jing panicked.
This monster is too strong to beat!
The heavenly soldiers and generals retreated like the tide.
Chen Fan did not pursue.
He stood there, watching the direction they had disappeared in.
"Mending the sky..."
He muttered to himself.
"Who exactly is behind this?"
"What was the purpose of casting me into the Journey to the West?"
"Mending the sky..."
"Is it to mend the heavens of the Three Realms?"
"Let's make up for it..."
He didn't think about it any further.
Because the answer is still far away.
But he had already seen the outline.
Huaguoshan.
Council chamber.
Everyone gathered together.
"My lord!" Pigsy asked anxiously, "What's the situation?"
Chen Fan told them about the torn pages.
Everyone fell silent.
"Mending the sky..." Tang Sanzang murmured, "that phrase..."
"What?" Chen Fan looked at him.
"I once saw some fragments of scrolls in the Sutra Repository of Mount Ling," Tang Sanzang recalled. "In ancient times, there was a legend of 'mending the sky'."
"The goddess Nuwa used seven-colored stones to mend the cracks in the sky."
"But that's a myth."
In reality...
He paused.
"I heard that after the Investiture of the Gods, the Three Realms experienced a great calamity."
"A hole has appeared in the sky."
"There was a supreme being who offered his life to fill the void."
"Disappear forever."
Chen Fan frowned.
"you mean..."
"The one who mended the sky might still be alive," Tang Sanzang said in a low voice. "Or..."
"Is his will still intact?"
Chen Fan remained silent.
The atmosphere is heavy.
"My lord," came Sun Wukong's voice.
He walked in from outside.
He had injuries, but they were not serious.
"Those useless trash, I drove them away."
He walked up to Chen Fan.
"What do you see on the tattered page?"
Chen Fan then uttered the words "mending the sky".
Wukong remained silent.
"You're no ordinary person," he said. "I, Old Sun, have known that for a long time."
"But now it seems..."
"You're more complex than I thought."
Chen Fan smiled wryly.
"I don't even know myself."
"Mending the sky..."
"That sounds pretty awesome."
"But what does that have to do with me?"
He shrugged.
"I'm a time traveler."
"How did you get involved in such messy things?"
Wukong patted him on the shoulder.
Don't overthink it.
"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."
"Regardless of who's behind this."
"We'll deal with whatever comes our way."
Chen Fan nodded.
That's all we can do.
He looked at the crowd.
"check."
"Find out the truth for me."
What exactly does the phrase "mending the sky" refer to?
"besides..."
He paused.
"Why are Haotian Mirror and Buddhism attacking at the same time?"
"What are they afraid of?"
"Yes."
The group accepted the order.
The council chamber was empty.
Only Chen Fan remained.
He stood by the window, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance.
"Mending the sky..."
"Time travel..."
"layout..."
"Hold."
He couldn't help but swear.
"I just want to live a good life."
"Why is it so difficult?"
He shook his head and smiled.
His smile was bitter.
But there was also a hint of excitement.
"never mind."
"When soldiers come, generals will meet them."
"No matter who you are."
"You want to mess with me."
"We also need to see if they're qualified!"
His eyes turned cold.
Beyond the Three Realms.
Some indescribable place.
A wisp of will let out a soft exclamation.
"interesting."
"I can even see torn pages."
"Mending the sky..."
"How much does he know?"
"interesting."
"That's really interesting."
"It seems the plan needs to be moved up."
"Hehehe..."
Laughter echoed throughout.
Dissipated into nothingness.