I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

Liu Yanchang, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a bag, rode his horse to take the imperial examination.

He came from a scholarly family, was well-versed in literature, and aspired to pass the imperial examination with flying colors.

However, while passing through Black Wind Mountain, they were suddenly robbed by mountain bandits.

The bandit leader grinned and brandished his knife: "Boy, leave your toll!"

Liu Yanchang panicked and spurred his horse to gallop, but the horse stumbled and fell off a cliff, whereupon he lost consciousness.

A white figure drifted in from the bottom of the cliff, shrouded in mist.

That was the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan, the Jade Emperor's niece and Yang Jian's sister.

With nothing to do, she went for a stroll in the human world. With light, graceful steps, she saw the young man at the bottom of the cliff.

With a wave of her hand, Yang Chanyu enveloped Liu Yanchang in a soft light, and he slowly awoke.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and in Yang Chan's clear, autumn-like eyes, it seemed as if stars were twinkling.

Liu Yanchang's heart skipped a beat, and he murmured, "Fairy... are you a celestial being?"

Yang Chan's cheeks flushed slightly as the power of the red thread of fate quietly took effect, and the two fell in love at first sight, their words filled with tender affection.

Liu Yanchang originally intended to take the imperial examination, but instead threw down his luggage, grabbed Yang Chan's hand, and said, "The gold list is good, but it can't compare to a fairy's smile."

Yanchang is willing to follow you into seclusion in the mountains!

Yang Chan nodded shyly, and the two walked down the mountain hand in hand, returning to Liu Family Village.

The Liu family's old house was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the villagers offered their congratulations.

After marriage, Yang Chan used her magic to conceal her identity, disguised herself as a mortal woman, and after ten months of pregnancy, gave birth to a son, whom she named Liu Chenxiang.

The baby cried like a tiger's roar, and there was a golden light between its eyebrows. Yang Chan cried tears of joy, and Liu Yanchang regarded it as a precious treasure.

When the news reached Guanjiangkou, Yang Jian received it and frowned deeply.

He transformed into a gentle breeze and arrived at Liu Family Village in an instant.

Pushing open the door, I saw my younger sister, Yang Chan, holding a baby, while Liu Yanchang was playing with the child beside her.

Yang Jian's eyes blazed with fury: "Sister! How could you have an affair with this mortal? What has become of the imperial family's reputation?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chan's eyes welled up with tears: "Second Brother, this is a match made in heaven, and Chenxiang is a descendant of the Yang family!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yanchang knelt down tremblingly: "Immortal, spare my life! I did not know your identity, fairy..."

Yang Jian originally intended to kill Liu Yanchang with a single palm strike, but upon seeing the heroic spirit of the Yang family in Chen Xiang's eyes and brows, his heart softened.

With the Yang family line dwindling, agarwood represents their hope.

He suppressed his anger and snorted coldly, "I'll spare you for now, out of respect for Chenxiang."

But if the Jade Emperor finds out, he will surely harm my child! You two, you'd better watch yourselves.”

After saying this, Yang Jian flicked his sleeves and left, transforming into the wind and disappearing into the distance.

Behind them, Yang Chan hugged Chenxiang tightly, tears streaming down her face, while Yang Jian was in turmoil, worried about the heavenly court's thunder.

In the Heavenly Palace of Lingxiao, the Jade Emperor was furious about Jiang Ziya's matter when a fairy maiden rushed in to report: "Your Majesty! The Third Holy Mother has had an affair with the mortal Liu Yanchang and has given birth to a son named Liu Chenxiang!"

Upon hearing this, Haotian was struck dumb, slamming his fist on the table and exclaiming, "What? My niece has conceived a child with a mortal? This is a disgrace to the imperial family!"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Quickly summon Yang Jian to the mortal realm, kill that mortal, and bring back Chan'er and my child... to silence them!"

Upon hearing this, Venus stepped forward to dissuade him: "Your Majesty, please calm down! Yang Jian is a pillar of the Heavenly Court. If he is sent down to the mortal realm, the human race may take the opportunity to remove his name from the Investiture of the Gods, and the foundation of the Yang family will be shaken."

The dignity of the imperial family must not be taken lightly.

Why doesn't Your Majesty go personally and handle this quietly?

Upon hearing this, Haotian calmed down slightly: "Very well."

"I will personally go to Liu Family Village and eradicate them completely!"

He rose, donned the Haotian Suit, and the golden robes, crown, jade belt, sword, and boots all shone brightly, exuding the aura of a saint.

Haotian descended silently to the mortal realm, the night was as dark as ink, and the lights of Liujia Village were dim.

He arrived in an instant, pushed open the gate of the Liu residence, and saw Yang Chan protecting her son in her arms, while Liu Yanchang stood in front of her in a panic.

Haotian sneered: "Chan'er, how dare you!"

Yang Chan turned pale upon seeing her uncle: "Uncle, spare me! Chenxiang is innocent!"

Haotian raised his hand to seize them, but suddenly a great wind and thunder roared outside the village, and three figures blocked his way—the Yellow Emperor, Fuxi, and Shennong, the Three Sovereigns, appeared, surrounded by the Five Emperors, their aura as imposing as mountains pressing down.

"Haotian, what is your purpose in coming to the human realm?"

The Yellow Emperor, with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and his voice was as clear as metal and stone.

Upon seeing this, Haotian flew into a rage: "You mortals, how dare you obstruct me?"

He activated the Haotian Set, his saintly cultivation surged forth, unleashing thunderous power, intending to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors remained calm and shouted in unison, "Form the formation!"

Instantly, the Heluo River system outside the village churned, and the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array rose.

Within the formation, the Hetu and Luoshu intertwined, and Yin and Yang and the Five Elements rotated. Haotian suddenly felt himself trapped in a quagmire, and his holy power vanished like a mud ox entering the sea.

Haotian was filled with shock and anger. The Haotian Set shone brightly with golden light. He swung his sword and unleashed a sword aura like a dragon. However, the three people in the formation—Xuanyuan, Fuxi, and Shennong—had already become saints, and their power was as overwhelming as the heavens. Among the Five Emperors, Zhuanxu, Diku, Gaoxin, Yao, and Shun were all peak quasi-saints, and they worked together to activate the formation's core.

Although Haotian Sword Qi was fierce, it was neutralized by the power of Heluo. Gradually, the divine power leaked out like a tide and was absorbed by the formation.

"Impossible! I am Haotian!"

He roared, straining with all his might, but felt the light of the suit dimming and his holy body teetering on the verge of collapse.

Laozi, having recovered his vitality, transmitted his voice outside Zixiao Palace to the Supreme Lord Laozi of Shouyang Mountain: "The world of Haotian has been subdued by the human race."

"Give them a helping hand quickly."

Upon hearing this, Laozi secretly separated a wisp of his primordial spirit and infused it into the formation.

Haotian roared, his divine power vanished, his holy body disintegrated, and he transformed into a golden light to escape. The Haotian set fell into Xuanyuan's hands.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors laughed: "With the Haotian Set in hand, the great prosperity of the human race is in sight!"

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the Grandmaster Hongjun sat cross-legged on a futon. Suddenly, he felt the Three Realms tremble. He opened his eyes and saw that Haotian's soul had arrived before the palace, crying out, "Master! Your disciple was ambushed by the human race, my divine body perished, and all my armor was lost!"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun frowned and sighed, "Haotian, you are too eager for quick success. The matter of the Investiture of the Gods should have been carried out gradually, but you forced Jiang Ziya to do it, which has led to a backlash from the human race."

Today's misfortune is a consequence of our own actions!

Haotian knelt down and cried, "Master, save me!" Hongjun shook his head: "The cycle of Heaven continues. Go to the Tushita Palace for seclusion and wait for an opportunity to rise again."

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, primordial chaos swirled. The Ancestor Hongjun sat upright on a futon, his deep, abyss-like eyes reflecting the endless Milky Way, yet carrying a rare hint of gloom.

The Jade Emperor knelt before the palace. The usually majestic ruler of the Heavenly Court was now like a wilted eggplant, his head bowed and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

A sense of oppressive stillness permeated the air, as if an invisible sword hung overhead, ready to fall at any moment.

"Haotian, you are truly a pathetic ruler of the Heavenly Court!"

Hongjun's voice was as loud as a great bell, yet it carried a hint of gritted teeth and hatred.

He slammed his palm onto the prayer mat, and instantly the wind and clouds in the hall changed color, the void distorted, and the faint sound of thunder echoed.

"On my trip to the mortal realm, I was ambushed by that junior human. Not only did I lose the Haotian Set, but I also lost my Primordial Purple Qi! Do you know what's inside that set?"

Haotian trembled, raised his head, and his handsome face was full of regret and grievance.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "Master, please calm your anger. Haotian knows his crime."

That day, I descended to the mortal realm to capture the little demon Yang Chan.

She caused trouble in Niujia Village, disrupting the order of the human world. Haotian personally led his heavenly soldiers and generals, intending to resolve the situation quickly.

Who knew...who knew that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race had already laid a trap!

Hongjun snorted coldly, and with a flick of his sleeve, a phantom image appeared in the hall: outside Niujia Village, mist swirled, and the Bagua formation was faintly visible.

Seeing this, Haotian had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: "Haotian led his troops into the village, but that cunning girl Yang Chan lured me deep into the enemy's territory."

Fuxi, that old fox, sat in charge of the Kan water trigram, Suirenshi controlled the fire of Qian and Kun, Shennong laid out a poisonous miasma array, and the Five Emperors guarded the four directions.

Haotian originally intended to use the power of the Haotian Set to tear through the void and escape, but unexpectedly the formation entangled him like a living thing, and the Kan Water turned into a boundless ocean, trapping Haotian and making it impossible for him to move an inch.

In the end…in the end, Haotian was exhausted and captured alive, his entire set falling into their hands.

In the illusory image, the Jade Emperor Haotian, clad in golden armor and wielding the Haotian Crown, robe, mirror, and sword, appeared majestic, yet was engaged in a fierce battle within the formation.

Fuxi appeared, his gray robes fluttering, his hands forming hand seals. The Kan water trigram surged forth like a tornado, engulfing Haotian within it.

Haotian roared and unleashed his full set of armor, donning a crown and robes to protect his body. Mirrors shone brightly, and sword energy surged forth. In an instant, the oppressive aura of a saint poured out, forcing back several emperors.

However, the formation was like a net covering the sky, layer upon layer, until Haotian's power was exhausted. His set was taken away by the combined forces of the five emperors, and he himself fled back to the Heavenly Realm in a sorry state.

Hongjun stared at the illusory figure, his face ashen, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Fuxi... he has already attained sainthood by borrowing that wisp of primordial purple energy!"

The ancestor's voice was deep and thunderous, making Haotian's eardrums buzz.

"You fool, don't you know the secret hidden within the set? That Haotian Set was personally bestowed by me. It has no saintly power, yet it allows you to briefly borrow a trace of pressure, all because it contains a wisp of primordial purple energy! That purple energy is the origin of creation and the key to sainthood."

If you had known the truth earlier, why would you have come down to the mortal realm to make a fool of yourself?

Upon hearing this, Haotian was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale.

He kowtowed sharply, his voice trembling with tears: "Master! Haotian is foolish and did not know that the set contained such a treasure! If Master had bestowed the purple aura upon Haotian earlier, why... why would he be in such a sorry state?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt dissatisfied. His usual fear of Hongjun lessened, and he couldn't help but complain, "The path to becoming a Heavenly Saint should be decided by Master's word. Why not just give it to Haotian and let the Heavenly Court unify the Three Realms?"

The temperature in the hall plummeted. A murderous glint flashed in Hongjun's eyes. He raised his hand and shot out a beam of purple light, which struck Haotian's chest directly.

Haotian screamed in agony, spitting out blood as he flew backward and crashed into a palace pillar.

Hongjun sneered: "How dare you! How can Heaven allow a junior like you to overstep your bounds? The Primordial Purple Qi is a divinely ordained treasure, how can it be bestowed so casually? Now that it has been lost, it has been acquired by the human race, and you still have the nerve to complain? Go back to the Heavenly Court, restart the Investiture of the Gods, revise the Heavenly Laws, and recruit fresh blood! The Heavenly Realm needs an injection of new blood to stabilize its foundation."

Otherwise, I will personally depose you from your position as Jade Emperor!

Haotian endured the pain, got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with regret and resentment.

He was originally the ruler of the Heavenly Court, in charge of the Three Realms, but he was repeatedly thwarted by the younger generation of the human race. At this moment, his heart was breaking, but he dared not speak any further and could only kowtow and say, "Haotian obeys the order!"

After saying this, he staggered to his feet and walked heavily out of the hall.

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace, chaotic mist churned. Haotian thought to himself: Has the rise of the human race reached such a point? When did the Heavenly Dao camp become so passive? Just as Haotian was about to step out of the palace gate, the sky suddenly changed! A shocking phenomenon descended: Above the Purple Cloud Palace, lightning bolts flew like dragons, and the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder erupted, its roar shaking the chaos.

Immediately afterwards, the void tore open, and purple blood poured down like rain, staining half the sky red.

Amidst the rain of blood, the faint lament of a crumbling holy throne could be heard, as if heaven and earth were wailing.

Haotian's expression changed drastically. He turned around and saw that Hongjun Ancestor had already stood up, his face twisted like a vengeful ghost: "Taiqing! He... he deposed himself from his sainthood!"

Hongjun roared, and in a flash, he transformed into a streak of purple light, shooting straight into the sky.

Haotian's heart sank, and he murmured, "The head of the Three Pure Ones has actually betrayed the Heavenly Dao? This primordial world is about to descend into chaos!"

He dared not linger and hurriedly fled back to the Heavenly Court. His dissatisfaction burned like wildfire, but it was also mixed with fear of the future.

At the same time, at the foot of Shouyang Mountain in the human realm, a figure in gray robes quietly landed; it was none other than Taiqing Li Er.

His hair and beard were all white, and his face was old but still dignified. Behind him followed his disciple, Grand Master Xuandu.

Xuandu supported his master, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of doubt: "Master, why do you want to relinquish your sainthood? The path to becoming a saint in the Heavenly Dao is the destiny of the Three Pure Ones, who were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu. Why did you choose to submit to the human race? That Primordial Purple Qi is the foundation of your sainthood. If you give it up now, wouldn't you be destroying your own foundation?"

Taiqing smiled slightly, but his eyes held a profound sense of vicissitude: "Xuandu, you don't understand."

The position of a sage is nothing more than a shackle of the Heavenly Way, binding our primordial spirit and true nature.

"I am a descendant of Pangu, destined to roam freely on the Great Dao. Why should I be manipulated by Hongjun? The rise of humanity is the inevitable trend of Heaven. I wish to forge a different path, using the laws of alchemy to refine chaos and seek true freedom."

As soon as he finished speaking, purple blood rained down from the sky. Taiqing felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of purple blood, but then laughed loudly: "Haha, the Saintly position has been abolished, and the Heavenly Dao is no longer bound by anything!"

Xuandu sighed, about to offer further advice, when suddenly the mountain wind howled and a figure descended from the sky—it was Fuxi.

One of the three emperors of the human race, his gray robes fluttered, and the aura of a saint was faintly visible between his brows. His eyes were like torches: "Fellow Daoist Taiqing, I am late! That old man Hongjun has already chased us to the human realm. Quickly follow me into the Three Emperors Palace to take refuge for now."

With a wave of his sleeve, Fuxi conjured up the Kan water trigram, which transformed into a water curtain to protect the three of them, and they instantly vanished into a secret realm in the mountains.

Just as the three regained their footing, the sky tore open, and the Ancestor Hongjun appeared! His hair and beard flew wildly, and his eyes blazed with fury: "Li Er! You traitor, how dare you abdicate your saintly position and betray the Heavenly Dao? Today, I will personally end your remnant of Pangu!"

Having said that, he raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, which struck down with the power of the Heavenly Dao, its lightning as fierce as a dragon.

Fuxi sneered, stood in front of Taiqing, formed a hand seal, and his human avatar appeared.

That incarnation was a golden giant who controlled the fate of humanity and blocked the divine lightning.

Hongjun was taken aback, his expression darkening further: "Humanity? Fuxi, you have already overstepped the bounds of Heaven by using the Purple Qi to become a saint, and now you are protecting this traitor. Do you intend to become an enemy of Heaven?"

Fuxi declared loudly, "Hongjun, though the Heavenly Dao is vast, the Human Dao is immortal! Within the Human Realm, the power of the Heavenly Dao is limited; what can you do to me?"

Hongjun launched a probing attack, but his human avatar remained unmoved. He knew that the human realm was the domain of human destiny, and the Heavenly Dao could not infringe upon it. He could only say hatefully, "Fine! Fine, Taiqing! Fine, human! I will spare you for now, but when the Heavenly Dao reverses its course, I will surely annihilate your entire family!" (End of Chapter)