Jiang Fan flashed to the area above the Giant Emperor’s head on the Second Sun, overlooking it, one of the sun wheels shattered.
Threads of curse power leaked out.
It was probably accidentally destroyed during his struggle in pain.
His heart tightened, he quickly looked at the other one, fortunately, the other cursed sun wheel was completely intact.
Immediately, he took out the Angel Blade, and with the ease of inserting it into tofu, he effortlessly thrust it into the hard forehead, then with a pry, the complete sun wheel flew out.
The head attacked by the Angel Blade dissolved into Holy Light and dissipated.
The Buddha Lord showed surprise: "This short blade... could it be the Angel Blade that restrains Hell Creatures?"
Jiang Fan caught the cursed sun wheel with one hand, showing surprise: "Good eyes, Master Nephew."
He was puzzled in his heart, the Hell Realm had not been to the Heavenly Realm for ten thousand years, how did the Buddha Lord recognize it at a glance?
The Buddha Lord said: "It’s not because of good eyesight, but because it looks exactly like the Asura Blade of the Hell Realm."
"Except one is filled with Holy Power, specialized in killing Hell Creatures."
"The other is filled with Yin Qi, specialized in countering the Angel Clan."
Oh?
Jiang Fan’s eyes shifted, he had long speculated that the Hell Realm must also have a Magical Treasure specialized in killing the Angel Clan.
He just didn’t expect it to be an Asura Blade similar to the Angel Blade.
If he could acquire one, he would have the power to annihilate enemies of the Angel Clan.
He asked: "Is there an Asura Blade in the Buddha Domain?"
The Buddha Lord shook his head: "There isn’t, the ceasefire between the two realms has lasted for ten thousand years, the Hell Realm has long retired from warfare, and the weapons returned to the armory."
"The Asura Blades are kept by the masters of various domains."
"Our Buddha Domain is not a domain of war, so we don’t have such a blade."
That’s really a pity.
Jiang Fan sighed, putting away the cursed sun wheel to refine the Poison Body when he returned to Central Earth.
Besides the Poison Body, Jiang Fan also remembered something else.
He scrutinized the Giant Emperor’s hand on the Second Sun, carefully searched, and saw the Buddha’s Clothes Mirror in the crevice of its right fingernail.
Instantly he captured it through the air, a hint of excitement appearing on his face.
"Master Nephew, can this mirror really show a person’s future?" Jiang Fan asked.
The Buddha Lord nodded: "The Buddha knows five hundred years before and after, it can truly predict the future and divine heavenly secrets."
"But the Buddha’s dao rhythm is limited and can only be used twice."
Jiang Fan took a deep breath, pointed the mirror at himself.
However, the Clothes Mirror remained motionless, only reflecting his appearance, without any scene of the future.
"Why doesn’t it work?" Jiang Fan repeatedly tried, yet the Clothes Mirror showed no change.
The Buddha Lord’s long eyebrows twitched, first suspiciously examining the Clothes Mirror, then shifting his gaze to Jiang Fan.
"The mirror is not faulty; the problem lies with Master Uncle."
"You... have no future."
What?
Jiang Fan’s heart suddenly tightened, the Ancient Buddha Mirror could not reveal his future.
It foretold he would perish soon.
The heavenly secrets divined by the Heavenly Mechanism Elder were once again verified.
Suddenly, he felt a tightness at his waist, it was Yue Mingzhu hugging him from behind.
Held tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.
Her shoulders were also wet and warm, suppressed sobbing could be heard.
"Ming Zhu..." Jiang Fan smiled bitterly.
He had come to terms with life and death, but he couldn’t stand seeing those beside him saddened for him.
Yue Mingzhu silently choked, saying: "Jiang Fan..."
Since learning of Jiang Fan’s fate, she had been living in constant anxiety every moment.
Several life-threatening situations had happened, each one gripping her heart, but she didn’t know which one of them would make the prophecy come true.
Maybe it would be the next time, or maybe the time after that.
She held Jiang Fan even tighter, her tearful gaze becoming resolute:
"I can’t lose you, I embarked on the Martial Path to follow my heart and be happy."
"If I can’t even keep my own man, what’s the point of cultivating the path?"