"You guys wait for me here while I go meet her."

The arrival of Prajna made Zhang Ruochen realize that something was unusual. However, Gu She Huanhuan could not know about this, so he went to the secret meeting alone.

The east city of the Seven Enemies Holy City is the Seven Enemies Ferry.

The Santu River flows through Qiyuedu. The river is wide and boundless, connecting to the unknown void.

If you are in the starry sky, you can see a turbid river wrapped in the yin energy of death, flowing from the universe, passing through the huge star of the world of life and death, and flowing to the dark sky.

Where the river meets the planet is the ferry.

Prajna has a slender and graceful figure, standing by the Santu River.

The sky is dotted with stars.

On the river in front, there were countless corpses and bones floating, and there were will-o'-the-wisps flying in the air. Moreover, there was a wind full of filth, death, and stench blowing from the dim river.

The sound of water flow is loud and the waves are rough.

Behind her, a spatial fluctuation appeared.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the circles of space ripples, walked slowly to her side, and followed her gaze to a ferry sailing on the Santu River.

That ferry must be a thousand feet long. It is a ghost ship.

Ghost lanterns were hung on the cornices and railings of the ghost ship, but the fog was so thick that it was difficult to see clearly what was happening on the ship.

Zhang Ruochen sensed the unknown danger on the ghost ship, but he didn't take it to heart. His attention fell on Prajna and asked: "Has your cultivation recovered?"

Prajna did not answer. His deep eyes were full of complex emotions and he smiled bitterly: "Do you think fate really determines everything? No matter how hard you try, you can't change the outcome?"

Zhang Ruochen's long hair was flying in the wind and he said: "The Goddess of Destiny should not say such things."

Prajna laughed at himself: "I have checked the classics and found that the Dao-killing Curse cannot be broken. Not one person or one god can resist the power of the Hades Palace."

"Your mood is very confusing! Do you think I can't become a god?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Your road is destined to be difficult. It is very likely that your road will really be cut off!"

I don’t know if it was because of despair in his heart that Prajna felt that nothing mattered anymore. He suddenly opened his heart and said: "Back then, I gave up everything and came to the hell world just to help you. Even if I can only exert an extremely small trace of power.

, it’s better than sitting still and waiting for death.”

"Do you know what it feels like when a person is destined to have a sad ending?"

"When fate plays tricks on you, you struggle hard, move forward bravely, and clear away all obstacles, thinking that you have changed the outcome. But later, you find that you still cannot escape the arrangement of fate. This is another story.

How do you feel?"

Zhang Ruochen's heart was trembling, his eyes were confused, and he asked: "What did you see in the Destiny Pond?"

Prajna shook his head, tears falling from his eyes.

She felt a huge pain in her heart and said, "I was wrong! I shouldn't have overestimated my ability and tried to change my destiny. Unexpectedly, after the trajectory of my destiny deviated, it turned out that you couldn't even break through to the divine realm."

"Your fate has become even more tragic because of this change of mine."

"It was me who harmed you, and it was my self-righteousness that harmed you."

"Zhang Ruochen, listen to me. Don't think about attacking the divine realm anymore. Leave the hell world and heaven. Don't get involved in any fights anymore. Don't care about the rights and wrongs of this world. What does the destruction of Kunlun Realm have to do with you? Heaven and Heaven.

In the war of hell, we are all just soldiers and can’t decide anything, so why should we join in?”

"You have to go to a place where no monk can find you, take off all your baggage, and live the most comfortable life in the way you want most."

"You can live at least ten thousand or twenty thousand years, which is better than..."

Prajna couldn't bear to continue talking.

Zhang Ruochen understood Prajna because he knew that he was cursed and was destined not to become a god, and might even be abandoned or killed, so he lost control of his mind.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen laughed.

Prajna's eyes were stained with tears, and he looked at him and said: "Why can you still laugh? Do you know that there are countless gods who have come to the world of life and death to kill you. The Yama clan has abandoned you, and the gods of Tianluo have abandoned you.

The country has abandoned you, and even the Temple of the Immortal will abandon you. You are already alone and helpless!"

"I'm not afraid of them."

Zhang Ruochen looked at her and said, "I laugh because you are finally willing to tell me the truth and open your heart instead of hiding yourself all the time."

"It's Chi Yao who took you to Fate Pond. Did you see something about the future? So, you chose to believe her without reservation."

Prajna looked up at the sky, opened his eyes wide, and put tears back in his eyes.

"Are you stupid? Saint Monk Xumi is the future Buddha. He can know many things in the future. If I really have no future, how could he choose me to be his successor? Destiny may not be unbreakable," Zhang Ruochen said.

"But……"

Suddenly.

Zhang Ruochen and Prajna reacted simultaneously.

I saw a dark formation diagram appearing on the bank of Santu River.

Wujiang, the Nine-toothed Wolf God General, and the Military Sea God General are all standing at the bottom of the dark formation, only a few dozen feet away from Zhang Ruochen and Prajna.

"Pah! Pah! Pah..."
Chapter completed!