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

"Snapped"

With a soft crack, it sounded as if someone had crushed a walnut.

The Heaven-Turning Seal paused in mid-air, countless cracks appearing on its surface. In the next instant, it exploded with a bang, turning into countless golden fragments of light.

Guang Chengzi felt as if his chest had been struck by ten thousand mountains. He spat out a mouthful of golden blood and was sent flying thousands of miles away, crashing into three immortal mountains before barely managing to stop himself.

"You...you've become a saint?!"

Guang Chengzi's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Guo Ziyi did not answer.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over Guang Chengzi and looking towards the Antarctic Immortal in the distance.

The old man, riding a white deer and holding a cane, was surrounded by the power of the Heavenly Dao, exuding the aura of a sage.

"Take Xiniu Hezhou in half a month."

Guo Ziyi's voice was not loud, but it clearly carried across the battlefield: "Today, I will first annihilate your 100,000-strong allied army and offer it as a sacrifice to my humane cause."

The moment he finished speaking, he raised his right arm, spread his five fingers, and transformed it into a giant hand that blotted out the sky.

The palm was a hundred thousand miles in size, with clearly visible fingerprints. Every line flowed with the radiance of the Primordial Dao. In the center of the palm was a golden "human".

The words slowly rotated, emanating a chilling pressure that made one's soul tremble.

The giant hand slowly pressed down, its speed seemingly slow, yet it prevented anyone from even considering dodging.

Among the 100,000-strong allied army, countless people knelt on the ground, murmuring, "The Human Emperor... The Human Emperor..."

Guang Chengzi gritted his teeth and summoned his three great spiritual treasures: the Treasure-Dropping Copper Coin, the Immortal-Binding Rope, and the Wind-Fire Futon. However, they were crushed into dust before they could even touch the edge of the giant hand.

The ancient Buddha of the Dipankara Buddha clasped his hands together, and a twenty-four-petaled blue lotus rose behind him. The lotus platform radiated brilliant light, yet it still shattered as easily as if it had been destroyed.

Just as the giant hand was about to destroy everything, a phantom image of the Purple Cloud Palace suddenly appeared in the sky, and a bolt of Purple Cloud Divine Lightning as thick as a mountain crashed down from beyond the nine heavens, striking Guo Ziyi's right arm.

That was the power of the Heavenly Dao personally mobilized by Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
A burst of lightning caused Guo Ziyi's right arm to instantly turn black, the flesh and blood exploding to reveal the stark white bone.

The giant hand paused for a moment, and nearly half of the 100,000-strong allied army took the opportunity to escape into the void.

Guo Ziyi, however, laughed.

At the severed point of his right arm, flesh and blood writhed and bones regenerated. In the blink of an eye, a brand new arm had grown, even more translucent than before, with a faint aura of chaos swirling around it.

"Ancestor, you finally couldn't resist making a move."

He murmured softly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

The next instant, he raised his right foot and gently stepped into the void.

boom!
The entire Tongtian River was trampled and rolled upwards, forming a water curtain stretching for thousands of miles.

The giant phantom foot extended from beneath his feet, covering the entire battlefield. It was even more terrifying than the giant hand from before. On the soles of his feet, a complete projection of the River of Humanity appeared, with countless phantoms of human ancestors rising and falling and wailing within it.

With that one step, the world fell silent.

The Antarctic Immortal exerted all his strength to activate the power of the Heavenly Dao, transforming into a white light and escaping. Guang Chengzi was swept by the edge of the giant foot, and half of his body turned into ashes. Only a wisp of his primordial spirit barely managed to escape into the Investiture of the Gods.

The others didn't even have time to scream before they were completely swallowed up by the torrent of humanity.

The corpses of the Heavenly soldiers turned into golden light and were cast into the Investiture of the Gods to await rebirth; the Buddhist monks, however, did not even have the chance to be reincarnated, their souls shattered and they fell into eternal oblivion.

The waters of the Tongtian River receded once more, leaving the surface as calm as a mirror. Only the million-strong army on the east bank shouted in unison, "Victory to the Human Emperor!"

Guo Ziyi retracted his massive foot, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked westward.

"Within three hours, we will capture the Women's Kingdom of Xiliang."

His voice wasn't loud, but it caused the million-strong army behind him to bow simultaneously: "As the Emperor commands!"

The army set off like a black torrent, sweeping towards the depths of Xiniu Hezhou.

The Western Liang Women's Kingdom, with its capital at Daughter City.

The queen sat on her throne, her face filled with anxiety.

Since the strange phenomenon that appeared three days ago, the balance of Yin and Yang in the country has been disrupted. All the men have died suddenly, while the women, though safe, know that disaster is imminent.

Suddenly, the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves came from outside the city; a million-strong army had already arrived at the city gates.

Guo Ziyi did not use a single soldier; he simply walked to the city gate and made a light gesture in the air.

A golden rift appeared out of thin air, and a hand reached out from it. With a gentle wave, the national treasure of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom—the Mother-Child River—transformed into a long river, rolled back out, and fell into his palm, turning into a crystal-clear water droplet.

The Empress felt the shackles within her body shatter instantly, and the bottleneck of her thousand-year cultivation was suddenly broken, allowing her to directly step into the Quasi-Saint realm.

She stared blankly at the figure in black below the city. After a long while, she led all the women in the city to kneel on the ground: "Human Emperor Jiang is willing to be our common ruler."

Guo Ziyi nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Over the next two weeks, the army advanced with unstoppable momentum.

The golden Arhat, the national teacher of Jisa Kingdom, had his golden body shattered by Guo Ziyi's single finger. All eighteen guardian Vajras also crumbled. The king presented the land deed for Black Wind Mountain and knelt to welcome the royal army.

The three demons of Lion Camel Ridge—the Green Lion, the White Elephant, and the Roc—were terrified at the mere mention of their name. Before the main army even arrived, they led 360,000 lesser demons to kneel outside the mountain gate and present a letter of surrender.

The Great Roc even offered up the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle, which it had refined with its life's cultivation, just to save its life.

Within half a month, all the kingdoms, caves, demon kings, and rogue cultivators of Xiniu Hezhou had submitted to him.

When the last time "Tang"

When the banner was planted atop the ancient site of Mount Ling, the four continents of the human realm achieved true unification for the first time.

At that moment, the flowers of Dongsheng Shenzhou bloomed simultaneously, the plague of Nanzhanbuzhou vanished instantly, the ice of Beiju Luzhou began to melt, and the snow that had remained unmelted for ten thousand years in Xiniu Hezhou also melted away on this day, turning into sweet rain to nourish the land that had been parched for ten thousand years.

The river of humanity roared in the void, golden light soared into the sky, transforming into billions of golden raindrops that fell upon every human being.

Mortals enjoy extended lifespans, cultivators break through bottlenecks, and countless geniuses who have been dormant for millennia open their eyes simultaneously on this day, roaring to the heavens.

Deep within the hidden realm, in a secluded cave known to no one.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged under an ancient tea tree. The tea tree was crystal clear, like jade but not jade, and the leaves had three thousand Dao patterns flowing on them.

Before him, the Kongtong Seal floated in mid-air, with the eighth golden dragon coiling around its body. The dragon's mouth was wide open, spitting out the eighth wisp of innate human destiny, which merged into his body.

Suddenly, the Kongtong Seal trembled violently, and the scales of the ninth golden dragon began to glow one by one, as if it were showing signs of revival.

At the same time, a mechanical voice, carrying a hint of congratulations, rang in his mind:

"Ding! The host has facilitated the first-ever unification of the four continents in human history, completing the advanced hidden mission—'Humanitarian Ruler'!"

“Rewards are being distributed…” An even older and more majestic tea tree phantom slowly solidified in front of Jiang Wang.

The roots of the tea tree are deeply embedded in the chaos, and each leaf contains a great Dao. Three thousand leaves represent three thousand great Daos.

At the top of the tree, a blue camellia bud was about to bloom, and a chaotic energy seemed to circulate around its stamen.

"Reward: Mature Dao Enlightenment Tea Tree (actually nurtured by the remnant root of the Chaos Tea Tree, from which three thousand tea leaves can be harvested, each containing a Dao Law. The first consumption can permanently increase Dao Enlightenment by 30%, and one can also use the fragrance of the tea to comprehend the Chaos Dao, which transcends the three thousand Dao Laws. Those who comprehend it can become Chaos Supreme)!"

"You've gained an extra Super XP chance in the lottery. Do you want to use it now?"

Jiang Wang gazed at the Chaos Tea Tree in front of him for a long time, and then a meaningful smile slowly appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the ninth golden dragon imprinted on Kongtong Mountain, which was about to awaken, and murmured to himself:
"Guo Ziyi...you did a great job."

"Next, it's my turn."

Beyond the grotto, under a clear blue sky, a breeze suddenly blew by, carrying with it the faint aroma of tea.

That was the taste of the beginning of chaos.

In the hidden realm, a small island on the Far East Sea, like a lone boat, floats on the vast blue waves.

The island is small, but it is shrouded in layers of clouds and mist, faintly revealing a spiritual charm that transcends the mortal world.

In the center of the island lies a valley, its bottom covered in lush green grass, with a babbling brook and a faint fragrance permeating the air, as if every breeze carries the essence of the Great Way.

Jiang Wang stood in the valley, his gaze fixed on the newly planted Enlightenment Tea Tree.

This tea tree is about nine zhang tall, with a straight trunk like a sword. Its surface is covered with nine different colored lines. Each line seems to be a mysterious rule of heaven and earth, red like raging fire, blue like the deep sea, and gold like the rising sun, intertwining to form a strange harmony.

There are nine main branches on the tree, each branch stretching out gracefully and powerfully, with three thousand leaves hanging from the branches. Each leaf is crystal clear, and faintly visible veins of laws can be seen flowing within them, as if they were alive, trembling slightly.

Especially the two leaves at the top of the tree, one shimmers with a silvery-white light, like a reflection of the river of time, while the other is as black as the void, containing the endless mysteries of space.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, feeling the Daoist essence emanating from the tea tree. The aura, like a gentle stream, seeped into his meridians, causing his whole body to tremble slightly.

He originally intended to use this secluded Daoist temple to seek a breakthrough in the Great Dao, but he never expected that this Enlightenment Tea Tree would be such a divine object.

He sat cross-legged under the tree, his hands forming a mudra, trying to immerse his mind in it.

The system's voice echoed in my mind, flat and ruthless, yet carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Host, comprehending the Dao of Chaos is not something that can be achieved overnight."

You must first comprehend a law to the fullest extent before you can attain enlightenment.

Otherwise, it's like a cub learning to run; it falls countless times before it can stand firmly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang frowned slightly.

He understood what the system meant, but the resentment in his heart made him unwilling to give up.

The Way of Chaos is the source of all things, the ultimate that transcends all laws. If one can comprehend it, one can truly transcend the constraints of the Heavenly Way.

He closed his eyes, focused his consciousness, and slowly reached for the two leaves at the top of the tea tree.

Those silvery-white leaves seemed to freeze time within them; with each touch, Jiang Wang felt the passage of years, as if a moment could last for a hundred years.

He tried to capture the essence of the laws of time, and countless images floated in his mind: flowers blooming and withering, the sun rising and the moon setting, the sea changing into mulberry fields, everything accelerating or slowing down.

But whenever he thought he had grasped a glimmer of understanding, that feeling vanished in an instant, like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror.

Time passed quietly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Wang's forehead.

His breathing gradually quickened, and his internal magical power surged like a tide, yet he was still unable to resonate with that law.

The leaf of spatial laws was even more bizarre. The pitch-black void seemed to be able to devour all divine consciousness. Every time he probed into it, Jiang Wang felt as if he were falling into an endless abyss. The surrounding space was distorted, making his chest feel suffocated.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, trying to integrate with his own understanding of space, but the laws within the leaf were too profound, far beyond his realm.

Gradually, his face turned pale, his originally black hair began to turn grayish-white, and his body began to tremble slightly.

That weariness pressed down like a mountain, not only exhausting the body but also ravaging the soul.

He opened his eyes, his eyes filled with frustration.

The grass under the tree was still green, and the stream was still babbling, but his heart was in turmoil.

"Why...why is it so difficult?"

He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with weariness.

He stood up and waved his hand, creating layers of barriers that enveloped the entire valley.

The barrier acted as an invisible screen, blocking outsiders from prying into his life and allowing him to catch his breath for a moment.

He leaned against the tea tree, gazing at the three thousand leaves, each radiating a faint light, as if mocking his ignorance.

Just then, the system's voice sounded again: "Host, the Devouring Heaven Gourd has refined three layers of Heavenly Dao and obtained five hundred portions of Heavenly Dao fortune."

Jiang Wang was taken aback upon hearing this. He raised his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He remembered clearly that refining the Heavenly Dao into the Heavenly Dao was a long process. According to his estimate, it would take at least a hundred years to complete the refining of one level of Heaven.

Moreover, he originally thought that he would only get three hundred portions of luck for every three layers of refinement.

But now, not only is the speed far exceeding expectations, but there are also two hundred more luck points, which makes him suspicious.

He asked in a deep voice, "System, what is the reason for this? How can the refining be so fast? And why is there so much luck?"

The system responded quickly, but with a mechanical calm: "Host, more than nine hundred years have passed in the hidden realm. Although less than a hundred years have passed in the outside world, this dojo is self-contained, and time here is accelerated by more than nine times."

As for fortune, the thirty-three heavens of the celestial realm are not all the same; they are divided into upper, middle, and lower grades. Refining within the middle nine heavens yields five hundred units of fortune.

Upon hearing this, a flash of understanding appeared in Jiang Wang's eyes.

He pondered the time. Nine hundred years had passed in the Hidden Realm. Hadn't he already wasted nine hundred years sitting under the tree trying to comprehend the Dao? For a moment, his emotions surged like waves. Nine hundred years—for mortals, that was several lifetimes. For a cultivator of his level, it wasn't a long time, but it was enough to fill him with countless emotions.

He looked around and the valley remained the same, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that the hidden realm had quietly changed.

The waves of the Far East Sea seemed more turbulent than ever before, with the power of laws faintly surging within them.

The animals on the island are no longer ordinary creatures.

He saw a wild rabbit in the distance, an ordinary creature, but suddenly it opened its mouth and spewed out a flame. The flame was as red as blood and carried a scorching heat, burning the surrounding grass.

On the other side, an eagle circled in the sky, its wings flapping to create a divine wind that was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the air with a whistling sound.

Jiang Wang's divine sense extended and he discovered that not only animals, but also humans were undergoing changes.

Among the scattered cultivators and mortals in the Hidden Realm, many had faint lights flickering between their brows; some had awakened the divine power of fire control, while others could ride the wind. All this was due to the Daoist essence emanating from the Enlightenment Tea Tree, which permeated the entire Hidden Realm. (End of Chapter)