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

He recalled the destruction of the Dragon Palace in the past, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He was filled with doubts about whether there was a deadly trap hidden in this abyss.

Sha Wujing sat silently to one side, his crescent shovel held across his knee, his aura as steady as a mountain.

Over the course of twenty years, he cultivated in seclusion using the spiritual energy of the abyss, reaching the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, just one step away from reaching the Daluo realm.

With the golden headband tightly wrapped around his head, he clenched his fist inwardly: "If Master comes out, Sha Wujing is willing to protect him."

But when will he be able to break free of this golden headband? The fate of General Curtain-Raising must come to an end.

He glanced at the mouth of the abyss, a fleeting glint of ambition in his eyes.

The abyss below was dark and gloomy, and the belly of the alligator dragon was like a purgatory.

Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged in a cage of flesh and blood, the flesh walls writhing and raging with karmic fire.

He originally went into the abyss to save a small alligator dragon, but unexpectedly triggered the remnant soul of the ancestral dragon and was trapped inside.

After two decades of torment, my soul was on the verge of collapse, but today, a turning point has suddenly appeared.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon surged forth like a raging torrent.

That was the soul of an ancient dragon, and its immense soul power poured into Tang Sanzang's soul like a flood.

His soul, originally as tender as an infant's, now expanded rapidly, his bones lengthened, his flesh reshaped, transforming him in the blink of an eye into a thousand-foot giant! His meridians surged like rivers, his magical power roared like a tsunami, and Tang Sanzang let out a muffled groan as his cultivation bottleneck shattered, propelling him straight into the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm! "Ah—"

He roared, and golden light shone brightly around him. The karmic fire was actually devoured by his soul power and transformed into nourishment, merging into his dantian.

Upon seeing this, the remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon roared in resentment: "Boy, you... you actually managed to refine my soul power?!"

The last wisp of his soul, carrying endless memories, rushed towards Tang Sanzang's sea of ​​consciousness.

The karmic fire consumed the soul of the Ancestral Dragon, and Tang Sanzang, the giant soul, opened his mouth and swallowed it all.

Memories, like a storm of fragments, flooded my mind: In the ancient chaos, the Ancestral Dragon was the progenitor of the dragon race, but he was not a being of this world; he came from another world! He was originally a spy from another world, who infiltrated the Journey to the West world with the intention of stealing the origin of the Heavenly Dao, opening the gate between worlds, and inviting a large army to invade.

The calamity passage lies hidden at the bottom of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss; within the belly of that crocodile dragon lies the nexus of the interdimensional gate! "Interdimensional spies... an invasion from another world?"

Tang Sanzang's soul giant opened its eyes, its gaze filled with shock.

It turns out that the journey to the West is not only fraught with demons and monsters, but also hides calamities from beyond the realm! He was shaken and resolved to protect himself first.

The Soul Giant unleashed a punch, shattering the flesh and blood cage and tearing a gash in the alligator's belly, allowing seawater to rush in.

"break!"

Tang Sanzang flashed out of the dragon's belly and landed beside the Xuanhuang Blood Pool at the bottom of the abyss.

The blood pool churned, the ancestral dragon's dark yellow blood like molten lava, containing innate dragon energy.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to swallow! The blood and energy entered his body, burning like fire in his heart, yet nourishing like sweet dew.

His cultivation level soared like a rocket, from the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm to the late stage, and finally to the peak! He was only one step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint! His magical power was abundant, and dragon scales appeared all over Tang Sanzang's body, with a dragon mark appearing between his eyebrows.

With his strength greatly increased, he gazed at the hidden passage at the bottom of the abyss, where otherworldly demonic figures loomed, their killing intent palpable.

"The journey to the West will now bear an additional burden."

But I, Tang Sanzang, having learned the secrets of Heaven, shall reverse them!

He laughed loudly, his confidence rising like the morning sun, and soared into the clouds, heading straight for the mouth of the abyss.

On the edge of the abyss, the four suddenly heard a dragon's roar that shook the heavens, and the seawater boiled like a pot.

Sun Wukong was the first to leap up: "Master! It's Master's aura!"

Pigsy rubbed his eyes: "Oh no, that bald monk isn't dead?"

The white dragon was overjoyed: "Quickly, welcome Master!"

Sha Wujing stood up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Peak of the Great Luo... Master has changed."

Jiang Wang sat upright on the small island, sensing the unusual activity in the Western Sea. He smiled slightly and said, "Interesting. Tang Sanzang, that bald monk, has once again turned misfortune into blessing."

The Journey to the West epic is becoming increasingly captivating.

He put away the stone slab and turned his gaze to the sky.

The primordial blood energy dissipated like a tide, and Tang Sanzang felt a lightness all over his body, and his vision suddenly cleared.

He had expected that the overwhelming dragon's might would crush him into dust, but to his surprise, his body landed steadily. The surroundings were no longer the dark abyss, but a magnificent ancient palace.

The palace is majestic, with dragon and phoenix reliefs carved on the beams and pillars. Every dragon whisker seems to tremble slightly as if it were alive. The air is filled with ancient and pure primordial dragon energy, which makes people feel a warm current flowing in their dantian with every breath.

“Master Sanzang, you have entered the Ancestral Dragon’s Palace, which is the sacred place of our dragon clan.”

An old and majestic voice echoed in Tang Sanzang's mind, like the tolling of an ancient bell, carrying a hint of reluctance and expectation.

Tang Sanzang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around, but saw no one.

He recalled the guidance of the Xuanhuang blood earlier, which seemed to be the guidance of the remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon, leading him to avoid the killing intent at the bottom of the abyss and directly enter this hidden place.

In the center of the palace, a jade platform guarded by nine dragons hangs high. The platform is empty, but four dazzling pillars of light shoot straight up to the dome, each pillar corresponding to a sea: the East Sea, the South Sea, the West Sea, and the North Sea.

The intertwined beams of light faintly outlined a map of a void passage leading to all corners of the world.

Filled with awe, Tang Sanzang slowly stepped forward. To the left of the main hall, he saw a side hall door half-open, with the inscription "Primordial Dragon Source" carved on it.

Four words.

He pushed open the door and entered. The hall was empty except for a fist-sized bead floating in mid-air. The bead was crystal clear, and golden dragon energy swirled inside. With each rotation, it seemed as if billions of dragon souls were murmuring.

"The Ancestral Dragon Pearl!"

Tang Sanzang gasped.

This bead was formed from the origin of the Ancestral Dragon and contains supreme dragon power. If one can devour it, its power will directly approach the realm of a Quasi-Saint.

He stretched out his palm, and the bead, as if possessing a spirit, flew over and landed in his palm.

In an instant, a surge of powerful dragon energy, like a river bursting its banks, rushed into his meridians.

Tang Sanzang groaned, feeling a burning pain throughout his body, as if his meridians were on fire, yet also experiencing a strange sense of comfort.

He sat down cross-legged, letting the dragon essence cleanse his body. Underneath his golden monk's robe, fine dragon scales faintly appeared on his skin, and two crystalline dragon horns quietly emerged from the top of his head.

"happy!"

Tang Sanzang let out a low roar, and golden light shone brightly in his eyes.

His cultivation level soared like a wild horse, rising from the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm to the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, faintly touching the threshold of Quasi-Saint.

The power of the Dragon Balls not only elevated his realm, but also allowed him to comprehend the ancient legacy of the Ancestral Dragon: the domineering, tenacious, and indomitable nature of the Dragon Clan.

After devouring everything, he stood up with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, his aura as turbulent as a deep sea.

Before he could think it through, the door to the side hall on the right opened by itself, revealing a long spear leaning against the jade wall inside.

The gun body was as black as ink, but the tip of the gun was radiating a seven-colored dragon light. Nine illusory images of ancestral dragons were wrapped around the shaft of the gun, each one lifelike, as if it would awaken and pounce at any moment.

"The Ancestral Dragon Spear!"

Tang Sanzang was shocked. This was the supreme treasure that the First Emperor had used to suppress the four seas. When the spear was drawn, it was like a dragon roaring in the nine heavens, and it was indestructible.

He gripped the gun handle, and a surge of wild dragon power immediately rebounded, as if testing his qualifications.

Tang Sanzang remained calm and used the newly acquired energy from the Dragon Pearl to resist. The dragon shadows on the spear roared in unison and finally submitted, transforming into a black light that entered his brow.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Zulong." Tang Sanzang bowed deeply, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He knew that the two treasures complemented each other perfectly: the Ancestral Dragon Pearl strengthened his foundation and nurtured his vitality, while the Ancestral Dragon Spear made him decisive in killing. From then on, he was no longer that weak monk, but a dragon monk who could stand alone in one place.

Stepping out of the main hall, Tang Sanzang intended to follow the pillar of light back to the Western Sea passage, but suddenly felt the void outside the hall distort, and a deep black hole quietly opened.

The black hole resembled the maw of a giant beast, its edges devouring the surrounding light. Inside, it was pitch black, yet faint whispers from another world could be heard, as if countless demonic shadows were writhing within.

Tang Sanzang was deeply shaken. He used his divine eye to look into the distance and saw that the other side of the black hole was not the Three Realms, but another chaotic void, containing countless strange creatures that were quietly infiltrating the barrier of the Three Realms.

If it is allowed to expand unchecked, the three realms will be plunged into chaos, and the Buddhist and Taoist sects will likely find it difficult to remain unscathed.

"My God, this is a portal to another world! The safety of the three realms rests on my shoulders!"

Tang Sanzang's face turned ashen. He quickly composed himself and followed the pillar of light in the Western Sea to escape from the palace.

Behind them, the black hole seemed to sense something and trembled slightly, but it did not pursue them.

With a flash, he emerged from the Ancestral Dragon Abyss and floated to the surface of the Western Sea.

At the edge of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss in the West Sea, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing waited anxiously.

The dragon's might at the bottom of the abyss had dissipated, but suddenly an even more powerful aura approached from the abyss, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Why hasn't Master come out yet? Could this evil aura below be the work of demons?"

Pigsy scratched his ear, carried his nine-toothed rake, and looked around warily.

"Don't talk nonsense, Master is a lucky man."

Sha Wujing offered words of comfort in a deep voice, while also gripping his crescent shovel tightly.

Wukong's fiery eyes swept across the abyss, and his monkey fur bristled: "Not good! A powerful demon is coming up, its aura is almost on par with a Quasi-Saint! Brothers, charge!"

The three shouted in unison. Wukong swung his golden cudgel, Bajie swept his rake horizontally, and Sha Wujing's shovel flashed like a tide. The three treasures came out together and smashed towards a dark shadow at the mouth of the abyss.

The dark figure neither dodged nor avoided; a jet-black spear emerged from the void and swept across it with a casual wave, sending all three treasures flying.

Wukong flew backwards for dozens of feet and crashed into the sea, spitting blood from his mouth; Bajie lost his rake and rolled around in agony, howling in pain; Sha Wujing smashed half of his shovel, fell down in a sorry state, and stared in disbelief.

"What kind of demon dares to harm us!"

Wukong wiped away the blood, and his staff flashed again. The dark figure landed, revealing a monk: his robes fluttered, dragon horns flickered on his head, he was covered in golden scales, and he held the Ancestral Dragon Spear—it was Tang Sanzang! "Master…Master?!"

The three of them were stunned. Wukong's staff fell to the ground, Bajie's rake fell into the sea, and Sha Wujing's shovel handle hit his foot.

Tang Sanzang sheathed his spear and stood there, his dragon eyes slightly narrowed, his aura no longer what it used to be: "Disciples, this is your master."

The strange encounter at the bottom of the abyss resulted in the inheritance of the ancestral dragon, hence the transformation.

Fortunately, you were not harmed.

"Master, your dragon horns and scales... you look just like a dragon monk!"

Pigsy rubbed his eyes, utterly astonished.

Wukong flipped over and leaped up, circling around Tang Sanzang: "Wonderful, wonderful! Master's quasi-saint aura is beyond my reach."

What lies at the bottom of the abyss that transformed Master?

Tang Sanzang shook his head and remained silent, only saying, "It was just a coincidence."

Let us return home; our journey westward still requires your protection.

Although the three were full of questions, seeing their master's solemn expression, they dared not ask any more and escorted him as he rode away on the waves.

Not far away, the sea monsters patrolling the ocean noticed the unusual activity. One of the monsters, who looked like a fish spirit, hurriedly sneaked into the Crystal Palace and reported to Aoshun, the Dragon King of the West Sea: "Your Majesty! Something has happened in the Ancestral Dragon Abyss. The monk Tang Sanzang, who went to the East to retrieve the scriptures, has appeared from the bottom of the abyss. He has dragon horns on his head, is covered in dragon scales, and is holding a black spear. His aura is terrifying! His disciples attacked him, but they were all swept away by a single spear!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Shun's dragon body trembled, and his dragon whiskers shook wildly: "What? Tang Sanzang from the bottom of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss? With dragon horns on his head... Could it be that he obtained the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and the Ancestral Dragon Spear? Heaven has forsaken my Western Sea!"

Ao Shun is a dragon king of the Western Sea lineage and knows the secrets of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

The abyss contains the remains of the ancestral dragon. If this treasure falls into the hands of outsiders, the prestige of the Western Sea Dragon Clan will be utterly destroyed.

What alarmed him even more was that Ancestor Jiang Wang—that reclusive quasi-saint old monster in Chang'an—had personally mentioned that he and Zu Longyuan had a past connection.

If the Ancestor were not dead, how could Tang Sanzang have obtained the treasure so easily? "Ancestor... could he have perished? Quickly summon the kings of the East Sea, South Sea, and North Sea! This matter concerns the fate of the Dragon Clan and cannot be underestimated!"

Meanwhile, in a secluded cave within Chang'an City, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged.

He was surrounded by chaotic energy, and his aura had reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, but due to that damned permanent restriction, all his supernatural powers were sealed, and his magical power was as weak as an infant's.

"System, view properties."

He muttered to himself, and a light screen appeared before his eyes: [Host: Jiang Wang] [Realm: Quasi-Saint Peak (Forbidden Law State)] [Magic Treasure: Chaos Pearl (Unrefined, Required Experience: 999999/1000000)] [Number of Lottery Draws: 8/10] "Damn it, the experience required to refine this Chaos Pearl is stuck, and I'm still two rounds short of the number of lottery draws."

Jiang Wang frowned.

He was originally a powerful being from ancient times, who was reincarnated into the Journey to the West world. He originally wanted to develop in a low-key manner, but he was restricted everywhere due to the forbidden laws.

Recently, he searched far and wide and finally collected nine mysterious stone tablets. These stone tablets were scattered throughout the Three Realms and were ancient relics. Each tablet was engraved with incomplete runes, and touching it was like touching the Great Dao.

Jiang Wang placed the nine stone slabs in front of him, and the slabs hummed and lit up simultaneously.

In an instant, nine beams of light of different colors shot out from the stone slab: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, and white, weaving into a dazzling net of light, and finally converging into a line of unfamiliar Daoist inscriptions.

The inscription writhed like a living thing, carrying the ancient aura of primordial chaos, and drilled straight into Jiang Wang's brow.

"boom!"

Jiang Wang's mind was filled with a roar as an unknown cultivation technique flooded into his consciousness.

The technique is called "Nine Revolutions of Chaos Technique". It is layered and obscure, yet it contains infinite mysteries and can break through restrictions and be reborn with the power of chaos.

"System, what is the use of this technique?"

Jiang Wang asked urgently.

The system screen flickered, but only replied: "Unknown".

Insufficient host permissions to resolve.

Jiang Wang was taken aback. He tried circulating his energy for a moment, and the restrictive technique within his body loosened slightly. The Chaos Pearl trembled in response, and his experience bar jumped slightly.

"Interesting... Although I don't know the full details, this technique must be an incredible opportunity!"

He laughed loudly, and at that moment the nine stone slabs turned into dust, scattered into sand, and drifted away with the wind.

Jiang Wang stood up, looked towards the Western Regions, and murmured, "The matter of the Journey to the West is becoming increasingly unpredictable."

Could the commotion at Ancestral Dragon Abyss be related to that pilgrim monk on his journey to the West? I will break the seal and then investigate the affairs of the Three Realms.

Nearly three years later, Tang Sanzang and his companions, weary from their journey, returned to the banks of the Blackwater River.

The river still flows gently, and the willows on the banks sway gracefully, but it is no longer the same as when I first met Sha Wujing.

Although the three had made progress in their cultivation, they were still far from reaching the level of Tang Sanzang, who was now a Dragon Monk.

Tang Sanzang had been able to retract his dragon horns and scales and return to his monk appearance, but the dragon's might between his brows remained as deep and unrevealed as an abyss.

“Master, this place is the old site of the Blackwater River. Back then, when Brother Sha returned to the team, it was very lively.”

How could I not be overjoyed to be back? (End of Chapter)