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

Bajie grumbled, "Master, my injury...we need to find an elixir!"

Sha Wujing cooked a pot of wild vegetable soup: "Elder Brother, the great calamity is approaching, this matter is not simple."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, well done, well done."

The journey to the West is fraught with peril; we should overcome it with compassion.

The four of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with worry.

Little did they know, the explosion in the river was merely the prelude to a much larger conspiracy.

The roar of the Green Ox Demon echoed through the mountains and forests, and the demon god's red eyes locked onto their figures.

Jiang Wang was drinking in the hidden realm, his smiling face reflected in the wine in his cup: "The future is long, Four Saints, prepare for your three hundredth death."

The Book of Curses hummed in response, and black light rose again, tearing through the void.

A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Far East Sea, on the vast and magnificent East China Sea, a majestic solitary island stands at the junction of the sky and the sea, its peak piercing the clouds, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The island was filled with spiritual energy, which surged like a tide, and a faint, clear light lingered around it. The surrounding seawater was churning, but no one dared to step over it.

Jiang Wang rode the wind, his figure like a streak of light, and landed on the mountaintop in an instant.

His gaze was deep as he looked at the ancient gourd before him—the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd.

This object floats in the void, its body entirely red gold, its surface engraved with mysterious runes, and a faint breath of pure energy emanates from its mouth, into which all the pure energy of the three layers of heaven that has been refined has been gathered.

The gourd trembled slightly, as if it were a living creature, making a low hum, seemingly cheering for its master's return.

"After a thousand years of refinement, it has finally lived up to expectations."

Jiang Wang muttered to himself, reaching out his palm to gently stroke the gourd.

In an instant, a powerful surge of heavenly fortune flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness like a river bursting its banks.

Cool, vast, and with an irresistible majesty—a full three hundred portions of Heavenly Fortune were continuously flowing into his origin.

Jiang Wang's aura surged, and the Dao runes within his body flickered. His cultivation, which had already reached its peak, showed signs of weakening.

His total luck value instantly soared to 452 points! This power gave him a jolt.

The Devouring Heaven Project is on track, and each refinement is a gradual erosion and devouring of the Heavenly Dao.

That old bastard Hongjun, though in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, is firmly restrained by his curse technique. Right now, he's probably gritting his teeth in frustration, but powerless to reverse the situation.

Jiang Wang's lips curled into a cold smile as he turned his gaze to the system interface.

There, the luck value shimmered with golden light, extremely alluring.

"Multiple spellcasting is the foundation of my Great Dao."

he whispered.

This talent already allows him to unleash multiple supernatural abilities simultaneously, resulting in immense combined power.

Moreover, the flow of time in the hidden realm depends entirely on this technique.

Increasing the flow rate will accelerate alchemy, refine pure energy, and comprehend laws, making everything twice as effective with half the effort.

Without hesitation, Jiang Wang exchanged 390 units of luck for 39 Yuan of Great Dao Merit.

Golden light fell like rain, merging into the deep mark between his eyebrows.

Boom! Thunder roared in his mind.

With his multiple spellcasting talents, Jiang Wang leaped from the eleventh level to the fourteenth level! He felt his soul expand, his spellcasting speed increased significantly, and the cumulative effect multiplied exponentially.

He laughed loudly, formed a hand seal, and unleashed the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique.

In an instant, forty-two figures separated from his body, each one a clone of him, exuding a powerful aura, just like his true self.

The clones nodded in unison, transformed into streaks of light, and vanished into the void, heading straight for the hidden realm.

Within the hidden realm, the river of time seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, its already rapid flow increasing once again to 1,386 times! Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction; at this speed, he could accumulate a massive amount of time resources.

The refining of the remaining heavens in the celestial realm is a natural progression.

The Devouring Heaven Plan must take another step forward! With a thought, Jiang Wang's figure flashed and he appeared outside Chang'an City.

The former imperial palace of the Tang Dynasty is now the central hub of the human race, with its majestic halls stretching as far as the eye can see, and its aura resembling a coiled dragon.

Inside the palace, a scholar in a blue robe was writing furiously at his desk, his brows furrowed with exhaustion, yet his sharp wit was undeniable.

He was Du Fu, a disciple of Jiang Wang, the administrator of the human race, and the poet whose name had long been known throughout the four continents.

"Master!"

Du Fu noticed something amiss, looked up and saw Jiang Wang, and quickly stood up to greet him.

The memorials on the desk were piled up like mountains, with the battle reports from Xiniu Hezhou being particularly striking.

Jiang Wang glanced at him, his brows furrowing slightly: "Fu'er, have you been slacking off all these years?"

Du Fu smiled wryly, cupped his hands, and said, "This disciple dares not."

However, unifying the four continents faced numerous obstacles.

The war in Xiniu Hezhou went badly, and the old demon in the Tongtian River suddenly caused an explosion, flooding tens of thousands of miles of territory.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Heavenly Court dispatched troops, and the Buddhist and Chan sects also mobilized their experts, resulting in heavy losses for the human army.

The disciple is planning a counterattack, but it's difficult to have both.

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes.

The Tongtian River exploded? It was clearly a conspiracy by those guys in the Heavenly Court! He was about to speak, but suddenly remembered something and said coldly, "Fu'er, do you know why your master has come? You have taken it upon yourself to merge with the human way, which is already overstepping your bounds! Hongjun merged with the Heavenly Way, lost his self, and became a puppet."

If you rashly follow the Dao, how can you be sure you won't repeat the same mistakes?

Upon hearing this, Du Fu turned pale and knelt down, saying, "Master, please calm your anger! I see that the human race's fortune is declining, and I wish to merge with the Dao to solidify my foundation."

Moreover, with Master's guidance, this disciple is confident that there is nothing to worry about..."

"No worries?"

Jiang Wang's voice was like thunder, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker.

"The ways of Heaven are unpredictable, and so are the ways of man."

With your meager cultivation, how dare you even attempt to touch me? I intended to punish you severely, but considering your loyalty, I will spare you for now.

However, from this day forward, you will obey my orders in everything!

He paused, his gaze sharp: "Hand over the Kongtong Seal and immediately enter the Hidden Realm to cultivate."

Proving the truth through force is the right path.

"I will assist you in accumulating one billion years of cultivation within twelve hundred years! In this way, the risks of achieving Dao integration can be minimized."

Upon hearing this, a hint of struggle flashed in Du Fu's eyes: "Master, I am busy with official duties and the war is fraught with difficulties... If I leave, I fear the overall situation of the human race will collapse."

"Would it be alright to enter the hidden realm after unification is complete?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang laughed in fury: "Employment? What a fine excuse! Where is Guo Ziyi?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a golden-armored figure appeared in an instant; it was none other than Guo Ziyi, a great general of the human race.

He cupped his hands and asked, "What are your instructions, Master?"

"Ziyi, you will personally lead the army and complete the unification of the human race within half a month! The Heavenly Court, Buddhism, and Chan Sect will all be wiped out!"

Jiang Wang coldly shouted.

Guo Ziyi accepted the order and left, while Du Fu's face turned ashen, but he dared not say another word.

“Fu’er, you use your clone to handle official business, while the main body enters the hidden realm.”

No more objections!

Without a doubt, Jiang Wang flicked his sleeve and implanted Du Fu's clone technique into Du Fu's brow.

Du Fu had no choice but to take out the Kongtong Seal, an ancient jade seal with the patterns of the Five Sacred Mountains engraved on its body, exuding a majestic aura.

He respectfully handed it over, and Jiang Wang took it and put it into his sleeve.

"Go. I will protect you."

Jiang spoke earnestly, watching Du Fu's figure disappear into the void.

The hall fell silent for a moment. He sighed softly, "Fu'er, I know you care deeply for humanity. But the Great Dao is ruthless, and one must be cautious in merging with it..."

With a thought, Jiang Wang threw the Kongtong Seal into the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd.

The gourd churned in the void, and the power of the three heavens and land surged out like a tide, merging into the human realm.

In an instant, the earth rumbled, mountains expanded, and the ocean surged.

The human realm's land and sea have both expanded by 30%! Fortune soars like a dragon, with the faint sound of a dragon's roar echoing across the four continents.

Jiang Wang laughed loudly: "With the human realm stable, there are no more worries about the path to devouring the heavens!"

With the gourd in hand, he vanished into the celestial realm in a flash.

Starting from the tenth level, Xuanming Gonghua Heaven, every layer of heaven and every layer of pure energy became his prey.

The Xuanming Gonghua Heaven, shrouded in spiritual clouds and dotted with celestial palaces, transforms into pure energy and returns to the gourd as it breathes in and out.

Jiang Wang, not wanting anything to go wrong, formed a hand seal and summoned forty-two avatars of the Three Pure Ones.

The clones appeared one after another, each holding a book of curses, the pages of which were pitch black and the words as blood-red as ink.

"Curse Hongjun!"

The forty-two avatars shouted in unison, the pages of the book flipped, and black light surged like a tide, rushing straight to the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun's will, which originally intended to descend, was entangled by a curse, and the pain was like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

He roared in anger, but could only watch helplessly as Jiang Wang devoured Xuanming Gonghua Heaven, the thirty-first level, and even the thirty-third level! Pure Qi entered the gourd, increasing his luck by another three hundred points. Jiang Wang's body shone with golden light, and his plan to devour the heavens was unstoppable! At the same time, in the ancestral land of the human race at Shouyang Mountain, mist swirled and ancient trees reached the sky.

In a simple Taoist temple, Lao Tzu Li Er sat cross-legged on a futon, his hair and beard all white, yet his eyes were as clear as stars.

He twirled the whisk in his hand, his gaze fixed on the Three Emperors' Palace.

The palace was magnificent, with incense smoke curling in front of it. Four figures sat upright, none other than the pillars of the human race—the Yellow Emperor, Shennong, Fuxi, and Suiren.

Inside the hall, the air was heavy and oppressive.

The Yellow Emperor, a sage emperor, wore a yellow robe and had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

He gazed at the Saint Essence Pill in his palm. The pill was crystal clear and contained the essence of a sage, which Lao Tzu had personally refined.

Eight pills, specially prepared for the four emperors of the human race, to help them break through to the third level of the cultivation realm.

"Gentlemen, this pill is safe. I personally refined it, and there are absolutely no hidden dangers."

Lao Tzu's voice may be far away, but it feels as if it's right next to my ear.

Xuanyuan nodded and swallowed the first pill.

In an instant, the elixir transformed into a torrent, surging into the dantian.

Boom! The first level of the Saint's Heavenly Barrier shattered instantly.

A golden light soared into the sky around him, and his imperial aura swirled like a dragon as he steadily stepped into the second level of the Saint Realm! The emperors in the hall held their breath, and Xuanyuan carefully sensed the situation to confirm that there was nothing amiss before swallowing the second pill.

Golden light resounded, thunder roared, and the Saint's Second Heaven was broken! The power of the Third Heaven surged forth, his aura as stable as a mountain, his eyes gleaming with brilliance: "It's done! The Third Heaven, as stable as a rock!"

Upon hearing this, Shennong stroked his beard and laughed, "Since Brother Huangdi is safe, what do we have to fear?"

He swallowed the pill, and the essence of herbs and trees surrounded him. His Saint Realm level rose layer by layer, instantly reaching the third level.

Fuxi followed closely behind, the Eight Trigrams diagram appearing, the Qi of the Yellow River and Luo River surging, and the Three Heavens were formed! Suiren came last, his flames blazing, the original power of drilling wood to make fire erupting, and he also successfully broke through to the next realm! All eight Saint Yuan Pills were exhausted.

Within the Three Emperors Hall, four auras erupted simultaneously, the might of a Saint at the Third Heaven shaking Shouyang Mountain.

With four Saints at the first level of the Heavenly Realm protecting them, the human race's combat power has increased several times over! Laozi sensed this from afar, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He finally felt relieved: "With these four emperors, the human race is more than capable of setting up the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array."

"On the day the formation is completed, neither the Heavenly Court nor the Buddhist sect will be able to touch it!"

He put away his duster and closed his eyes to meditate.

The Dao of alchemy is profound, and the path to enlightenment is within reach.

Lao Tzu was completely absorbed in his work, the fire of alchemy burning fiercely in his sea of ​​consciousness, hoping for a glimpse of the Great Dao.

In the celestial realm, Jiang Wang put away the gourd, his gaze sharp as torches.

The Devouring Heaven Reopens, the Human Race Breaks Through, the Human Realm Expands... Everything is under control.

Hongjun's roar, faintly emanating from the depths of the Heavenly Dao, sounded like a voice from another world.

He laughed loudly, his figure vanishing into the void: "The destiny of Heaven will eventually be in my hands! The rise of humanity, the path of devouring the heavens, is unstoppable!"

In Chang'an, Du Fu was handling memorials in his own body, while his true self had entered the realm of seclusion.

Time flows like a river, and twelve hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

With a billion years of cultivation, proving the way of humanity, Du Fu's future is destined to be glorious.

Outside Shouyang Mountain, Guo Ziyi's army set out, its golden spears and iron cavalry sweeping across four continents.

On the banks of the Tongtian River in Xiniu Hezhou, the aftershocks of the explosion had not yet dissipated when the human cavalry surged in like a tide.

The celestial soldiers of the Heavenly Court hastily engaged in battle, while Buddhist Arhats chanted scriptures to block the enemy. The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect joined forces to form an array, but they were all defeated by Guo Ziyi's thunderous attack.

"kill!"

Guo Ziyi pointed his sword at the sky, and a million-strong army responded in unison.

Amidst the raging flames of war and the surging tides of destiny, the unification of the human race is just around the corner.

On an island in the far east, the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd hums softly, awaiting its next devouring.

Jiang Wang stood atop the peak, amidst swirling winds and billowing clouds, his aura as unfathomable as the deep sea.

With fourteen layers of multi-layered spellcasting, and forty-two deities transformed from one breath into the Three Pure Ones, time seemed to fly by in the hidden realm… His Great Dao was already within reach.

Hongjun was trapped deep within the Heavenly Dao, plagued by a curse and suffering unbearable pain.

He gritted his teeth: "Jiang Wang...you demon, you'll be punished by Heaven sooner or later!"

Little did they know that Jiang Wang's scheme was already intricately linked, its overwhelming momentum unstoppable.

The human realm has expanded, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the oceans are vast.

The Four Emperors broke through their realms, and the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array began to take shape. The Hetu and Luoshu intertwined, and the Eight Trigrams emerged, protecting the ancestral land of the human race.

Lao Tzu entered into meditation, refined his mind with the fire of the elixir, and the light of enlightenment flickered faintly.

A thousand years can pass in an instant, and the world changes rapidly.

The Tongtian River is tens of thousands of miles wide, yet it does not freeze in winter. This is because an old catfish spirit at the bottom of the river breathes out the heat of the earth's lungs, causing white mist to rise from the surface. Within the mist, golden light glitters faintly. This is the thirty-three layers of the Heavenly Gang Battle Array set up by the Heavenly Court, which intertwines with the Nine-Bend Yellow River Array of the Chan Sect on the west bank and the Eight Treasures Merit Pool of the Buddhist sect, transforming into a golden and red barrier that stretches across the opposite bank.

Guo Ziyi stood atop the highest floating fairy mountain on the east bank, his black cloak fluttering in the river wind.

Behind him, the banners of a million-strong immortal army pressed down like dark clouds, their black backgrounds adorned with gold patterns depicting "humans."

The large banner fluttered in the wind, and the gold threads on the banner seemed to faintly echo with the roar of a dragon.

Three thousand Taiyi Golden Immortals lined up in the air, while hundreds of Daluo Golden Immortals surrounded him. Each of them kept their aura contained, yet the void trembled slightly.

On the other side, the 100,000-strong Allied Army, though small in number, were all elite troops.

The Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Nine Luminaries, and the Five Directions Protectors, all personally appointed by the Jade Emperor of Heaven, were present. Eleven of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were there, while the Buddhist sect had Eight Great Bodhisattvas and Five Hundred Arhats in attendance.

At the very front, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard rode a blue ox, holding a whisk in his hand; he was none other than Guang Chengzi, the head of the Chan Sect.

He spotted Guo Ziyi in the distance, a hint of disdain on his lips: "Just a mere human emperor who forcibly attained sainthood by borrowing the fortune of humanity, yet dares to contend with us?"

Before he finished speaking, Guo Ziyi had already made his move.

He took a step forward, his figure vanished suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already three zhang in front of Guang Chengzi.

Guang Chengzi felt a blur before his eyes and knew something was wrong. He quietly activated the Fantian Seal in his sleeve.

That seal was an innate spiritual treasure, specifically designed to subdue all physical bodies. Even before the seal arrived, its oppressive power had already caused the surface of the Tongtian River, which stretched for tens of thousands of miles, to collapse by a hundred feet.

Guo Ziyi didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply raised his hand, spread his fingers, and gently clenched them. (End of Chapter)