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

The sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

Jiang Wang's face was as pale as paper, but a satisfied smile played on his lips.

The last bit of divine power in his body was drained, his meridians cracked inch by inch, and blood spilled from his seven orifices, but in the instant it dripped into the void, it turned into black runes and returned to the Book of Curses.

"The first curse made you vomit blood... Hongjun, Hongjun, do you know that I will have a second, a third..."

He raised his hand and gently closed the Book of Curses, his voice as soft as a lover's whisper.

"I'll spare your life for now."

"When you think I'm running out of steam, when you lower your guard, when you actually arrive in the human world... that will be the time of your demise."

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that was almost tangible.

"Nuwa."

"The disciple is here."

"Now that you have obtained the Book of Earth, go to the Hall of Illumination and the Heavenly Realm immediately."

Jiang Wang's clones are currently devouring the Thirty-Three Heavens of Separation from Hatred. You must go there with the Map of Mountains and Rivers and the Book of Earth, and you must kill those three clones and retrieve the Devouring Heaven Gourd!

Nuwa was taken aback, then bowed her head and accepted the order: "Disciple obeys."

She turned and left, her crimson-gold snake tail slicing through the void, but she didn't see the deep, chilling coldness in Hongjun's eyes.

The old Taoist patriarch gazed at her retreating figure, slowly closed his eyes, and spoke so softly that only he could hear it.

"Jiang Wang... do you think I'll give you a second chance to curse?"

The sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

Jiang Wang leaned against the throne made of the bones of the dead, his fingertips gently stroking the cover of the Book of Curses, the curve of his lips becoming increasingly sinister.

"Come on, all of you come on..."

"Wait until you are all here."

"That will be the time when you all perish."

Outside the Shangqing Palace in Yuqing Heaven, three thousand mortals have all departed, leaving only wind and snow swirling down from the heavens, making the clouds for ten thousand miles seem to boil.

Zhen Yuanzi stood there, his moon-white Taoist robe stained with blood. The light of the Earth Book in his sleeve had dimmed. He looked at the graceful yet murderous crimson-gold figure before him, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Majesty... I see."

The sage Nuwa stood on auspicious five-colored clouds, her features unchanged, yet cold as frost.

With a slight lift of her fingertips, her sleeves, like the rosy sunset, fluttered, and a primordial holy might pressed down, causing the ground beneath Zhen Yuanzi's feet to collapse by tens of thousands of feet, preventing him from retreating even half a step.

The Earth Book let out a mournful cry from his sleeve, transforming into a long, earth-yellow rainbow that plunged straight into Nuwa's palm.

"Zhen Yuanzi's chest was pierced by a wisp of innate Geng metal energy, and his blood splattered on the snow, instantly freezing into cinnabar."

He staggered half a step, looked up and said, "Hongyun... did you resurrect her yourself?"

Nuwa did not answer, but said calmly, "Zhen Yuanzi, you are clear-headed, how could you believe the words of Kunpeng? The soul of Hongyun was refined into the Jade Disc of Creation by Hongshi before the Nine Tribulations, intending to use it to mend the sky."

Your search for Kunpeng is nothing more than a scheme orchestrated by my master and me.

Your arrival at Yuqing Heaven is also part of a plan that my master and I had devised.

Zhen Yuanzi looked up at the sky and sighed. The illusory image of the ginseng fruit tree in his sleeve swayed, and twelve fruits fell to the ground at the same time, turning into twelve golden rays to protect his broken body, but they were still shattered by Nuwa with a single finger.

He whispered, "I understand... Once the Book of Earth is lost, the primordial land will be devoid of life, and the foundation of the human race will be severed... The Dao Ancestor intends to seal off this realm, leaving Jiang Wang with no way to retreat."

Nuwa nodded slightly, her voice as soft as falling snow: "Not bad."

As long as Jiang Wang lives, the primordial world will never be at peace.

As long as he lives, humanity will have a chance to turn the tide.

Now that the Book of the Earth is in my hands, you... should also return to your place.

With a flick of her finger, a wisp of five-colored divine light swept down, instantly freezing Zhen Yuanzi's magical power. His primordial spirit, along with his body, transformed into an amber-colored crystal, quietly floating in the wind and snow.

Nuwa raised her hand and the crystal was put into her sleeve. She turned around, shattered the void, and headed towards the Bright Hall of the Void.

……

The Void Bright Hall shines brightly in the sky, beyond the nine layers of chaos, standing alone in an unnamed sea of ​​chaos.

The sea was calm and still, with only billions of gray bubbles slowly rising and falling, each bubble containing a fragmented microcosm.

Jiang Wang, dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe, stood barefoot on the surface of the chaotic sea, with three clones floating in front of him.

The left clone is entirely silver-white, with the River of Time flowing around it, capable of severing eternity with a single finger; the right clone is as black as ink, with space in its palm shattered like glass, capable of destroying billions of miles with a single grip; the clone directly in front holds a green gourd, its mouth slightly open, revealing billions of black and red runes swimming like tadpoles inside, which is none other than the Devouring Heaven Gourd.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the chaotic sea, as if looking at the farthest reaches of the world. Suddenly, he chuckled softly, "They've arrived."

Suddenly, a crimson-gold rift opened in the chaotic sea, and the sage Nuwa emerged from the clouds, her five-colored rays illuminating the eternal chaos.

Her gaze fell on Jiang Wang, her voice cold: "Jiang Wang, it's time for you to pay your debt today."

"You have killed me countless times, today I will take your Heaven-Swallowing Gourd and use it to suppress your primordial spirit!"

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, his voice lazy yet carrying a chilling killing intent: "Your Majesty always says the same things, but unfortunately, you always die almost as many times as before."

"Come on, let me see just how much more flesh a sixth-level Saint has compared to a fifth-level Saint."

Nuwa said nothing more, and with a wave of her hand, the sunset clouds transformed into countless five-colored divine swords, which swept across the sky and pierced towards Jiang Wang's three clones.

The time clone on the left raised its hand and pointed, instantly freezing the countless divine swords in the sky, as if they were sealed in amber; the space clone on the right clenched its hand, and billions of divine swords, along with the surrounding chaotic sea spanning millions of miles, shattered into dust and vanished into nothingness.

Nuwa unleashed a wisp of saintly pressure from between her brows, and behind her appeared a towering, human-bodied serpent-tailed dharma image. The dharma image opened its mouth and spat out innate five elements divine light like an inverted waterfall, instantly breaking through the stillness of time and the collapse of space, directly targeting Jiang Wang's true form.

Jiang Wang simply shook his head slightly. His Devouring Gourd clone took a step forward, and the gourd's mouth opened wide, unleashing a jet-black beam of light that swallowed all the innate five elements divine light. Even Nuwa's ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma form was pulled into a precarious state.

A hint of surprise finally flashed in Nuwa's eyes. She quickly formed hand seals, and the Primordial Holy Power surged wildly into her Dharma Form. With a sweep of her snake tail, the Chaos Sea stirred up towering waves, forcefully shattering the devouring black light.

But at that very moment, the Devouring Gourd clone curled into a sinister smile, and suddenly countless black and red runes flew out from the gourd, transforming into chains of curses as thin as hair, instantly piercing through the Chaos Sea and wrapping around Nuwa's true form.

"not good!"

Nuwa's heart skipped a beat. Her terrifying divine sense, at the sixth level of the Saint Realm, swept over the area in an instant, only to find that the chains of curses were impossible to capture, as if they did not exist within the Three Thousand Great Daos.

She hurriedly activated her Primordial Holy Power to protect herself, and the five-colored rays of light transformed into countless lotus platforms, enveloping her layer by layer.

However, the chain of curses ignored all defenses and, like a malignant tumor, had already burrowed into her body in the blink of an eye.

The next instant, Nuwa felt the vast and boundless primordial holy power within her body suddenly go out of control, like oil that had been ignited, and exploded with a bang!

"Boom—" The Chaos Sea evaporated instantly over a range of billions of miles. Nuwa's physical body, a sixth-level Saint, disintegrated inch by inch in the cursed black fire. Even her primordial spirit couldn't escape in time and was entangled by black and red runes, turning into a constantly twisting blood shadow. Her screams echoed throughout the chaos.

Jiang Wang stood at a distance, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his expression indifferent, as if he were merely brushing a snowflake off his shoulder.

He said softly, "Your Majesty, you're really... getting weaker and weaker."

The Devouring Gourd clone laughed loudly, then closed the gourd's mouth, forcibly sucking the blood shadow formed by Nuwa's primordial spirit into the depths of the gourd. A series of shrill screams were heard, followed by deathly silence.

The chaotic sea returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Wang raised his hand and summoned three clones, which transformed into three streams of light and entered his brow. He looked down at his palm and a jet-black jade slip slowly appeared, engraved with three ancient seal characters: "All Curses Return to One".

The four characters "Chaotic Spiritual Treasure" appeared faintly.

Jiang Wang chuckled lightly: "Sixth level of Sainthood? Ha... nothing special."

……

Purple Cloud Palace, deep within chaos.

Hongjun Daozu sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, with a fragment of the Creation Jade Disc floating quietly in front of him, emitting a faint light.

Suddenly, a crimson-gold light appeared out of thin air on the jade disc, quickly condensing into the phantom of the sage Nuwa.

Her Taoist robe was tattered, her snake tail was torn, and her face was deathly pale. She knelt down with a thud: "Master... this disciple is incompetent, and... I was killed by Jiang Wang again..."

Hongjun's previously indifferent eyes suddenly snapped open, a fleeting look of disbelief crossing his face.

His voice was deep: "Peak of the sixth level of Heaven, with perfected Primordial Saint Power, and you can't even withstand a single move?"

Nuwa said in a trembling voice, "I had already destroyed his two clones and was about to seize his Devouring Gourd, but unexpectedly... billions of curse laws suddenly surged out of the gourd. I was caught off guard, and my Primordial Holy Power was detonated, destroying my physical body and primordial spirit... If it weren't for Master protecting my last wisp of true spirit with the Jade Disc of Creation, I would have perished completely this time, with no possibility of resurrection."

Hongjun remained silent for a long time before slowly raising his hand. A hazy gray light enveloped Nuwa's phantom, stabilizing her remnant soul.

His voice was more solemn than ever before: "The curse law... can actually detonate your Primordial Holy Power? That's impossible."

Last time, he cursed and killed one of my clones, which consumed seventy percent of his divine power. I predict that he will not be able to recover for at least a thousand years.

You only fought him for a short while, how could he recover to his original state in such a short time, and even be able to kill you with a curse that was far beyond his level?

Nuwa lowered her head: "This disciple does not know... but the power of that curse is definitely not something that a primordial treasure can possess."

This disciple suspects... he has already refined the Heaven-Devouring Gourd into a Chaos Spiritual Treasure.

"Chaotic Spiritual Treasure..."

For the first time, Hongjun Daozu showed a truly moved expression, even his fingertips trembled slightly. "To upgrade a Primordial Treasure to a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, it requires the Primordial Chaos Origin as the furnace, the Primordial Heavenly Dao Origin as the fire, and the Three Thousand Great Daos as the fuel... How could he, a mere human, accomplish this?"

He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. When he opened his eyes, a deep worry appeared in them for the first time.

"The laws of time can reverse divine power, yet his main body never used them; the method of creating clones can share the losses, yet even though all three clones were destroyed by you at the same time, his main body showed no signs of weakness... If it is not time, if it is not clones, then there is only one possibility left—he has mastered some kind of cursed chaotic spiritual treasure that can ignore the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, and this treasure... can autonomously devour the primordial holy power of saints and transform it into the master's divine power."

Hongjun's voice was so low it was almost inaudible: "This boy... has already shown his potential."

Nuwa dared not raise her head, only to hear Hongjun continue, "The Book of Earth is now in your hands, the vitality of the primordial land will be extinguished, and the fate of the human race will surely be cut off."

This is a decisive situation. I originally thought that even with his extraordinary abilities, Jiang Wang could only watch helplessly as humanity was destroyed, but I never expected... he has grown to such a level.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed a finger at the fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation.

boom!
Outside Zixiao Palace, the three thousand Great Daos trembled simultaneously, and the origin of the Heavenly Dao surged into the jade disc like a tidal wave. The cracks on the fragment healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

Nuwa looked up in alarm: "Master, you must..."

Hongjun's voice was as cold as eternal ice: "At all costs, repair the Creation Jade Disc."

As long as Jiang Wang is not eliminated, the primordial world will never have a day of peace.

If he truly possesses a cursed chaotic treasure… then the only option is to suppress the chaotic treasure with a complete Heavenly Dao treasure!

"Even if it exhausts the very essence of Heaven, even if the primordial world is utterly destroyed... I will forever imprison him in the void!"

Deep within the chaos, the light of the Creation Jade Disc grew even more intense, illuminating the face of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, which had never shown any expression before, but was now filled with deep sorrow.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wang, who was far away in the Xuming Hall, seemed to sense something. He looked up towards the direction of the Zixiao Palace, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

"The old man... is finally scared?"

Within the hidden realm, spiritual mist swirls, and thirty years have passed like flowing water, yet only half an incense stick's time has elapsed in the outside world.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on the nine-colored lotus platform, with the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd floating in front of him. The deep black pattern on the gourd's body was still slowly writhing, as if it wanted to devour all the surrounding light.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the gourd. A chilling sensation came from his fingertips, the remnant soul of the Chaos Demon God still struggling unwillingly after being forcibly suppressed.

"In seven more days, it will be completely refined."

He muttered to himself, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

Seven days is seven years in the hidden world, but for the outside world, it is only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

He opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of void, landing on the Book of Curses not far away.

The black book, made of the skins of countless vengeful spirits, was floating quietly, its pages moving silently without wind, making a soft rustling sound.

Each page was densely covered with names, but four lines of blood-red characters stood out starkly—

Donghuang Taiyi, Xiwangmu, Zhunti, and Jieyin.

Below each name is a number: 297.

"Three more times to go..."

Jiang Wang murmured, but his brows furrowed slightly.

His original plan was to take advantage of the cooldown period after the Four Saints' resurrection to curse them to death three hundred times, triggering the system's hidden reward.

With two Chaos Treasures in hand, he was not without the power to fight, but if he could have one more... even just a "Primordial Treasure Upgrade Card", it would give him even more confidence.

But just now, those four lines of blood-red characters suddenly began to blur, as if they had been gently wiped away by an invisible hand.

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat. He reached out and grabbed the Book of Curses, turned to that page, and saw that the four lines of names had completely disappeared, leaving only four wisps of faint black mist slowly dissipating on the paper.

"Hongjun...you finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

His voice was very soft, yet it carried a hint of understanding.

The opponent has paused the resurrection of the Four Saints.

This means that the two Western Saints, along with Donghuang Taiyi and Xi Wangmu, will not reappear in the short term.

Jiang Wang's "repeat"

The plan has completely failed. (End of Chapter)