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

As he examined the jade slip, the profound meaning of the Great Sealing Technique unfolded in his sea of ​​consciousness: with a single finger, the void froze, and all things were sealed; under the Great Dao, nothing could escape its grasp.

System Explanation: "Transcending supernatural powers, pointing directly to the origin."

Sealing the Heavenly Dao requires ten percent of the Dao foundation, while sealing it requires seven percent of the foundation of a Sage.

The loss of 1.6 million experience points made Jiang Wang frown.

He recalled the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, where the eighth revolution required 1 million, and the ninth revolution required over 2 million.

"While its power is immense, it is not something that can be achieved quickly."

In the end, he sealed the jade slip, his gaze resolute: "Keep the experience, cultivate profound skills."

"The war of humanity requires our full strength."

In the dark hall of the hidden realm, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his divine power surging like a tidal wave.

He had just awakened from a long meditation. The Chaos Pearl hovered between his eyebrows, emitting a faint chaotic light that made his figure appear as majestic as a god.

The Book of Curses lay quietly on the table, the ancient book trembling slightly as if it were alive. Dark incantations, like snake shadows, slithered between the pages, yearning for the nourishment of blood and souls.

"It's time to begin."

Jiang Wang murmured, a playful smile playing on his lips.

His finger lightly touched the page, and a jet-black curse line instantly tore through the void, heading straight for the primordial world.

The target is the Jade Emperor, who is high and mighty in the heavens.

Haotian sat upright in the Lingxiao Palace, reviewing the Heavenly Court's memorials, his majesty undiminished.

Suddenly, an invisible chill descended from the sky, enveloping his soul.

Haotian's expression changed drastically, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes: "What kind of monster is this!"

But the Book of Curses is no ordinary thing. It is unreasonable, using cause and effect as bait to instantly devour Haotian's life force.

Haotian let out a miserable cry as his divine body disintegrated, turning into a golden light and dissipating into the Heavenly Dao.

One second later, Haotian was resurrected.

The power of Heaven, like a gentle stream, reshaped him back into his original position.

He stood up, panting, his forehead drenched in cold sweat: "What...what kind of evil magic is this?"

But before he could even react, the second curse arrived.

Jiang Wang's movements were fluid and graceful, each curse strike precise and cruel.

Haotian's death repeated like a pendulum, and the time for resurrection started from one second, gradually lengthening to two seconds, three seconds... until the tenth time, a full ten seconds of blank space, leaving Haotian lingering on the edge of the void, suffering as if in purgatory.

Jiang Wang leaned back on the soft couch, toying with a jade cup in his hand. The cup contained the finest monkey wine, which was very fragrant.

He glanced at the Book of Curses and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad. The Four Saints and Haotian are resurrected quickly, but they are ultimately puppets of the Heavenly Dao."

The perfect target for completing tasks.

The progress bar of the hidden quest slowly advanced in my mind. Each curse kill brought a trickle of experience points and an enticing chance to win a prize.

Jiang Wang's goal is simple: complete 300 times, earn a reward, and then continue to the next cycle.

He was not a bloodthirsty person, but in this chaotic world of Journey to the West, strength was the only eternal guarantee.

As the number of cursed deaths accumulates, the intervals between resurrections become longer and longer.

From the initial instant to the subsequent ten seconds, in the flow of time within the hidden realm, this has already transformed into three years.

Jiang Wang was content with his lot. Every few years, he would summon his clone, unleash a curse, and then retreat back to the palace to refine a batch of pills or use the Chaos Pearl to comprehend the laws of the Great Dao.

Inside the Chaos Pearl, chaotic energy surged. He closed his eyes and concentrated, comprehending the changes of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Occasionally, a flash of inspiration would strike him, and he would inscribe his insights into a jade slip for future use in alchemy.

"Master, the fragrance of the pills is exceptionally rich today."

Li Bai pushed open the door and entered, holding a furnace of freshly made Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, his face showing youthful excitement.

He was Jiang Wang's first disciple. He was exceptionally intelligent, but he always loved to compose poems and hum little tunes while refining elixirs. To others, this seemed incongruous, but Jiang Wang was happy to see it happen.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes and smiled, took the alchemy furnace, and took a light sniff: "Hmm, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has reached the third level. The medicinal properties are pure, not bad."

Go on, continue the search for the lamp's trail.

If that old bald monk were still alive, he'd be a menace sooner or later.

Li Bai bowed and accepted the order, then turned and left.

His figure gradually disappeared into the mist of the hidden realm. Jiang Wang watched his back, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

Dipankara Buddha, the former giant of the Western Religion, has now been possessed by a demon god from beyond the realm.

If it is not eliminated, an immeasurable calamity will be unleashed, causing the primordial world to collapse, and Jiang Wang's plans will be ruined.

Time flies, and five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside the hidden palace, the peach blossoms had faded countless times, and Jiang Wang's true form and two clones gathered together.

The Three Pure Ones' Avatars: the Taiqing Avatar governs the Way of Morality, the Shangqing Avatar possesses fierce sword intent, and the Yuqing Avatar assists with the power of creation.

They formed a circle, and divine power, like a river bursting its banks, poured into the book of curses.

The pages flipped wildly, a burst of black light blazed forth, piercing straight into Haotian's soul.

Haotian's resurrection was extremely slow this time, with a full ten seconds of emptiness, allowing him to experience the full cycle of life and death.

When the three hundredth curse fell, he didn't even have time to scream before his divine body crumbled like dust.

Although the power of Heaven is strong, it is also exhausted from running around, and the intervals between resurrections have become an eternal torment.

"Ding! Hidden quest 'The Tragedy of Haotian' is complete! Reward: One piece of Haotian set, 1 chance to draw experience points."

The system notification sounded in Jiang Wang's mind, crisp and pleasant.

He waved his hand to retract his clone and lazily opened the reward.

The Haotian Set is incredibly magnificent, with a golden crown and jade robe, exuding an imperial aura that can help the wearer rule over all spirits.

But Jiang Wang had no interest in these mundane things; his gaze fell on the core of the set—a wisp of primordial purple energy.

"Primordial Purple Qi, a good thing."

Jiang Wang muttered to himself, gathering the purple aura into his sleeve.

This is a key ingredient for refining the Hunyuan Pill. Once a Hunyuan Pill is consumed, it can help one directly reach the Great Dao of Hunyuan.

He had already planned that once the Four Saints had completed three hundred runs, he would go into seclusion to refine pills in order to break through his bottleneck.

"Next up, Yuanshi Tianzun."

Jiang Wang summoned the Three Pure Ones clones again, and the threads of the curse were pulled open once more.

The Taiqing clone possesses a morality as deep as an abyss, the Shangqing clone wields sword energy that crisscrosses, and the Yuqing clone's shadow of the Heaven-Opening Axe appears and disappears.

The three divine powers combined, unleashing a curse-like killing force that surged like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down upon the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was preaching in the palace, with three thousand disciples sitting around him, listening to the Celestial Venerable explain the secret of Pangu's creation of the world.

Suddenly, the void split open, and black lines, like venomous snakes, gnawed at the heart.

Yuanshi's face turned ashen. He waved the Pangu Banner, attempting to defend himself: "You audacious madman!"

But the curse is invisible and traceless, penetrating directly into the soul.

Yuanshi let out a muffled groan, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his divine body turned into a blue light and dissipated.

The disciples were terrified, but then they saw the power of the Heavenly Dao descend and instantly revive Yuan Shi.

However, this time the interval between resurrections was more than nine seconds.

Jiang Wang nodded in approval, and was about to continue cursing Zhunti Daoist when there was a knock on the temple door.

Li Bai knelt down, weary from his journey: "Master, your disciple is incompetent."

They searched the entire journey to the West, but found no trace of Ran Deng.

Although there were unusual movements in the Tongtian River area, the four members of the group were safe and sound.

Jiang Wang frowned slightly and helped Li Bai up: "Get up."

Has the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique made any progress?

"Having reached the fourth level, I can barely fight against a Celestial Immortal."

Li Bai scratched his head and smiled, but there was a hint of shame in his eyes.

"Just focus on cultivation. The way of alchemy requires complete concentration."

Jiang Wang patted his shoulder, appearing calm and collected on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.

If Ran Deng is not dead, then that extraterrestrial demon must still be lurking.

If the immeasurable calamity were to arise, and the primordial world were to collapse, wouldn't his chain of tasks be broken? "Forget it, kill Jieyin first, then find that bald monk."

He waved to signal his clone to continue.

The power of the Three Pure Ones surged once more, and the thread of the curse turned towards the Western Spirit Mountain.

The Daoist Zhunti was playing the zither and discussing the Dao by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. The melodious music contained the essence of the Great Dao.

A black line suddenly appeared, snapping the strings of the Zhunti zither and entering his body. He roared, "Who dared to ambush me!"

His soul shattered, and Mount Ling trembled.

Just as Jiang Wang was about to stop, a thought flashed through his mind: "Wait, Ran Deng is a remnant of the Western Sect, why not just curse him directly? If the demon god uses his body, he will surely be affected."

With a thought, the Book of Curses turned a new page, and the black light rushed straight to the Journey to the West, locking onto the karmic imprint of Dipankara Buddha.

Meanwhile, the Tongtian River was surging with waves.

In the darkness at the bottom of the river, a beam of light appeared, revealing the physical body of the ancient Buddha Dipankara.

His golden light dimmed, but his eyes flashed with the ferocious red light of an extraterrestrial demon god.

After five hundred years of dormancy, his divine power has finally been restored to its original state.

The demon god sneered: "Tang Sanzang, you bald monk, today is your death day! I will pierce your brow with an arrow, and from this day forth, immeasurable calamities will begin."

"Destroy the primordial chaos!"

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, which was a demonic arrow from beyond the realm, containing boundless killing intent, aimed directly at the pilgrimage team on the shore.

Tang Sanzang rode a white dragon horse, Sun Wukong led the way, Zhu Bajie carried the luggage, and Sha Wujing carried the load.

As the four were crossing the river, the old turtle transformed into a giant tortoise, carrying the master and his disciples slowly forward.

A gentle breeze blew across the river, and Tang Sanzang's chanting of sutras was deep and resonant. Wukong yawned and said, "Master, why is this river so wide? My golden cudgel is almost poking the bottom."

Bajie, munching on an apple, muttered, "Brother Monkey, stop being so glib."

"I'm hungry, old pig! I need to get ashore and find something to eat!"

Sha Wujing silently picked up his load, his eyes wary.

Suddenly, an arrow flashed from the riverbed, heading straight for Tang Sanzang's heart.

Wukong, with his sharp ears, suddenly shouted, "Master, be careful!"

He swung his golden cudgel and held it in front of him.

But the arrow was as fast as lightning, and it looked like it was about to pierce his heart.

At this critical moment, an invisible black line descended from the sky and wrapped around the bowstring of the lamp-burning torch.

The power of the curse rose like a cold wind, and the demon god's heart skipped a beat: "This is... the Book of Curses? Jiang Wang, you junior, you actually targeted me!"

The arrow deflected half an inch, grazing Tang Sanzang's shoulder before embedding itself in the riverbank mud, creating a deep crater.

The demon god's expression changed drastically, and his divine power reversed as he attempted to counteract the curse.

However, Jiang Wang's curse technique uses cause and effect as its medium, and even the powerful demon god cannot escape it.

The curse clung to him like a maggot, devouring his soul.

The demon gritted his teeth: "Damn it! We can't get entangled here."

He made a decisive move, his soul leaving his body and transforming into a wisp of black smoke, detaching from the lamp's physical form.

His physical body went out of control, his divine power surged, and he instantly swelled into a ball before exploding with a deafening roar! The force of the explosion shook the land for miles around.

The Tongtian River's water column shot skyward, and the giant waves surged like an angry dragon roaring.

The village on the riverbank was instantly swallowed up, the thatched huts collapsed, and the villagers screamed as they were swept into the river.

The old turtle was the first to be hit. Its shell shattered, and its blood stained the river red. It had only meant well to help the master and his apprentice cross the river, but it never expected such a disaster to strike. Its massive body was torn to pieces in the explosion, and its soul dissipated, turning into a wisp of smoke and returning to the world.

Caught off guard, Tang Sanzang and his disciples were thrown off by the white dragon horse, which neighed and rolled over. Tang Sanzang fell off the horse and hit his head on a rock, immediately losing consciousness. Blood seeped into his monk's robe.

Pigsy was a little slow to react, and the wave hit his abdomen, breaking several of his ribs. He cried out in pain, "Ouch, my mother! What kind of monster is this?!"

He brandished his nine-toothed rake, barely managing to protect his master, but was swept away by the giant wave and swayed from side to side.

Sun Wukong, with his fiery eyes, had long ago seen through the strange movements at the bottom of the river.

He leaped into the air with a somersault, and slammed his golden cudgel toward the center of the explosion: "You audacious demon, how dare you harm my master!"

But the explosion had already occurred; the baton missed its target, only splashing water everywhere.

Sha Wujing stood firm as a rock, carrying the load behind him and protecting him. He swung the river fork to deflect the flying stones: "Brother, how is Master?"

Wukong landed, picked up Tang Sanzang, and checked his breath: "Master just fainted, his life is not in danger."

"Bajie, you damn pig, how badly are you hurt?"

Pigsy clutched his stomach, grimacing, "Brother Monkey, I'm about to fall apart! There must be a great demon causing trouble in this river!"

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, the river returned to calm, leaving only the remains of the old turtle floating in the water, its blood flowing freely.

The four of them, master and disciples, reached the shore in a sorry state. Wukong carried his master on his back, Sha Wujing helped Bajie, and they found a cave to rest for the time being.

Little did anyone know that the explosion was actually the result of a failed scheme by an extraterrestrial demon god, but it also added a bloody shadow to the journey to the West.

Deep in the riverbed, black smoke swirled, and the demon god's soul reassembled, his eyes filled with boundless hatred: "Jiang Wang, you ruined my grand plan! But as long as I live, the great calamity will never end."

He glanced around and saw that although Tang Sanzang and his disciples were injured on their journey to the West, none of them had died.

The demon sneered: "Green Ox Demon, that stupid ox is just what you need."

Once I possess your body, I will surely kill you with a single arrow to the throat!

The soul, like a ghost, sneaks into the Western Paradise, seeking the traces of the Green Ox Demon.

The Green Ox Demon was the mount of Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao). In his spare time, he would transform into a demon king and dwell in the mountains.

The demon god stealthily arrived. The green ox was munching on grass and dozing off when black smoke entered its brow and instantly took control of its body.

A red light flashed in the green ox's eyes, and it roared, "What a fine body! Tang Sanzang, you can't escape."

In the hidden realm, Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes. The Book of Curses trembled and gave a faint feedback: "Is Ran Deng dead?"

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Great, that bald monk is finally gone."

The hidden danger of immeasurable eons has been temporarily resolved.

He mistakenly believed that the demon god perished along with his physical body, unaware that his opponent had already changed his form and continued to lurk.

"Li Bai!"

Jiang Wang summoned his disciple, "The mission is temporarily suspended. You and I, master and disciple, will refine a batch of Hunyuan Pills."

With the Primordial Purple Qi in hand, it's just the right amount to use.

Li Bai excitedly replied, "Master is wise! This disciple will prepare the medicine immediately."

Jiang Wang nodded, his gaze turning to the Book of Curses: "The remaining two of the Four Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, each need to be refreshed three hundred times."

The more chances you have to win a prize, the better.

"Once my strength greatly increases, I will rule this chaotic world of Journey to the West."

The candlelight flickered in the hall, and Jiang Wang closed his eyes again, causing the Chaos Pearl to shine brightly.

He refined elixirs, comprehended scriptures, and used curses to kill—all three simultaneously, with complete ease and contentment.

Five hundred years is but a blink of an eye.

Haotian's death has become his stepping stone; the screams of the Four Saints are his symphony.

Meanwhile, the demon god, hidden in the shadows, is quietly weaving a net, waiting for the next hunt.

As the blood-red waves of the Tongtian River receded, Tang Sanzang slowly awoke, his forehead bandaged and his face pale: "Wukong, where...is this?"

Wukong stood guard at the cave entrance, propping his staff on the ground: "Master, the river demon is causing trouble, and the old turtle is dead."

I, Old Sun, have already gone downstream to investigate. The demonic aura there is strange and doesn't seem to be from this place. (End of Chapter)