Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The Chess Saint actually started to see the light, chuckling bitterly, "In the face of mere ants, a Saint stands aloof, indifferent to their life and death, deciding their fate without emotion. But after all, we do not wish to die... If one has truly seen through everything, why invade this world of Pan Gu? Why try to break through Chaos and enter the divine gates in search of detachment?"

"At the same level, we are no different from ordinary people."

Tang Sanzang deeply agreed with this statement.

All that talk of cutting off the seven emotions and six sensory pleasures is just a form of self-castration on the path of cultivation, seeking a pure heart of Dao, and tranquil concentration of mind.

It's pretty much the same idea as taking drugs to achieve high levels of focus.

But once one does become detached, in the end, they must seek them again, after all, without the seven emotions and six sensory pleasures, where does happiness come from?

Without happiness, cultivation would lose its meaning.
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Tang Sanzang nodded and said, "Alright, your words make some sense. Give you a three-count to prepare, then start your performance. As long as you can prove you're useful, I will spare your life."

The Chess Saint immediately said, "I can play chess."

Then he saw Tang Sanzang staring at him with eyes as wide as light bulbs, clearly clueless about chess.

The Chess Saint took a deep breath, "Uh... I..."

"Three!" Tang Sanzang began the countdown.

The Chess Saint quickly said, "I know where the lairs of the two runaways are!"

Tang Sanzang stroked his chin, turned back, and asked, "Does anyone else know? Useful, live; useless, die!"

Then, out of those thousands of people, more than a thousand raised their hands shouting, "I know!"

"I do too!"

"I know the worlds of several Saints!"

...

Seeing this, the Chess Saint's beard almost curled up in anger, these bastards were competing with him for a lifeline! If it weren't for this bald monk here, he would have slapped them dead!

"Two!" Tang Sanzang continued the countdown.

In a rush, the Chess Saint exclaimed, "I definitely know more than they do! To deal with the Saints of the Pan Gu world, we coordinated a total of nine thousand Saints to act. To prevent chaos, we shared the locations of our worlds with each other. I know all their lairs! Together, these people couldn't possibly know as much as I do."

Tang Sanzang looked back at the mixed Yuan masters again, "You, call your numbers!"

The mixed Yuan masters were stunned, call numbers?

What does that mean?

Looking at each other...

Then someone quickly reacted, shouting at the top of their voice, "1!"

And the second person called out, "2."

"3"

"4"

"5"

...

"6580"

...

The final tally was 6666 transcendent experts.

Tang Sanzang frowned, "Isn't it nine thousand worlds? Doesn't each world have a teleportation array and a Guardian here? Why are there only 6666 people?"

Then, everyone turned to look at him in unison, their eyes seemingly saying, "They were all just obliterated by your punch just now, and you still have the nerve to ask?"

Tang Sanzang awkwardly rubbed his nose, "Which means they definitely know the locations of 6666 worlds, and might know some other worlds' locations, but..."

"But there surely are some that slipped through the net! Take me with you, I guarantee not a single one will be missed!" the Chess Saint hurriedly shouted.

Thinking it over, Tang Sanzang nodded, "Alright, then you'll stay. What is your name?"

"Everyone calls me the Chess Saint," the Chess Saint replied respectfully.

Tang Sanzang narrowed his eyes, "Saving you and still a Saint?"

The Chess Saint internally complained, why wasn't he a Saint? Was it just because he couldn't beat this baldy?

Tang Sanzang said, "From today onwards, you'll be called Xiaoqi."

"Xiaoqi..." The Chess Saint was dumbfounded. That sounded awfully like a dog's name, didn't it? And to make matters worse, he was already bearded, how could he be Xiaoqi?

The Chess Saint pointed at himself and said, "Senior, look at me. Isn't calling me Xiaoqi a bit too youthful?"

Tang Sanzang nodded, "Hmm... it is a bit tender, then let's call you Laoqi."

The Chess Saint realized that although this baldy's strength was terrifying, his naming skills were as barren as his scalp; he hardly had any!

Laoqi, although not pleasant to the ear, was still better sounding than Xiaoqi, so he agreed, "Thank you for the name, senior."

Just then, Zhu Ganglie butted in, "What are you shouting for? Senior, is it for you to call? Call him Master!"

Laoqi glared angrily, "I am, after all, a dignified Saint. Calling you senior is already demeaning enough, and you want me to call you Master? I'd rather be killed!"

"Oh, then let's kill you," Tang Sanzang suddenly spoke, his fist clenching at the same time.

Laoqi hurriedly shouted, "Master, please don't bother yourself, don't strain yourself."

Tang Sanzang, Zhu Ganglie, and the numerous transcendent experts: "@#￥%...&"

Laoqi came to terms with it; since he had already lost all face, he might as well abandon it entirely. He stepped forward, bowing and scraping, "Master, standing must be tiring for you, please take a seat."

With a wave of his hand, the Chess Saint conjured a piece of land out of thin air. Vegetation grew, and a stream babbled, while a chair appeared right under Tang Sanzang's rear.

At the same time, Laoqi shook his sleeves, and a multitude of rare and strange beasts ran out. Birds took flight, spiritual beasts galloped, and in an instant, this world came alive.

With Laoqi taking the lead, the other transcendent experts also came forward, releasing their spiritual beasts. In no time, the newly created continent teemed with countless creatures, brimming with vitality.

This was the capability of a Saint. Although it was almost impossible for him to recreate a world as vast as Pan Gu's on his own, for him to manipulate the rules and create a piece of land of merely hundreds of millions of square kilometers was quite easy. He could even create a blessed land if he wished.

Tang Sanzang sat on the chair, satisfied with the sight of birds chirping and flowers fragrancing around him. He suddenly thought having such an old servant wasn't too bad.

Tang Sanzang nodded, "Laoqi, you as a servant do have some uses after all."

Laoqi replied respectfully, "Thank you for the praise, Master."

Tang Sanzang nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and said, "Alright, we can enjoy this anytime. Robbery, on the other hand, should be done sooner rather than later. With those two that got away, if they spread the word, our looting plans might get complicated. Let's set off... Laoqi, where to next?"

Without hesitation, Laoqi said, "The house of the Zither Saint! She's got lots of good stuff, and it's close by. Maybe she's even back home, we could just catch her at the door! Once we deal with her, we'll immediately go after the Painting Saint's place. After we've sorted them out, we can rob our way through peacefully."

Although Laoqi clearly had his own vengeful intentions, what he said was not without reason.

Therefore, Tang Sanzang nodded, "Hmm, let's do that. But let me remind you, we are cultured people, we're the righteous army. What do you mean robbery? We're going to spread Buddhist teachings, save sentient beings, and incidentally help them dispose of some unnecessary trash..."