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

He remained silent for a long time, then slowly closed the book and turned his gaze to the system panel.

[Host: Jiang Wang]

[Cultivation Level: Peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal (Only one step away from Daluo)]

[Experience Points: 1.76 million/10 billion (Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, Ninth Revolution)]

[Great Merit: 0]

[Possesses the Chaos Treasures: Book of Curses (Complete) and Chaos Pearl (Complete)]

[Possesses innate treasures: Devouring Heaven Gourd (refined to 93%), Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation (incomplete), Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus...]

Current time flow rate: 1584 times (sixteen times the limit of multicast)

A billion experience points are like an insurmountable barrier in front of us.

He once thought that by taking advantage of time, he could slowly grind it down until he reached the ninth complete cycle.

But now, Hongjun obviously won't give him that time.

"Breakthrough in cultivation... is too slow."

Jiang Wang lowered his head and lightly tapped the air with his fingertip, causing the phantom of the system shop to appear.

At the very top, a line of purplish-gold text was strikingly eye-catching—

【Original Dao Technique - Great Sealing Technique (Can seal anything below the level of a Chaos Spiritual Treasure; duration depends on the target's strength)】

[Required for exchange: 2 million experience points]

He stared at the line of text for a long time, and finally slowly shook his head.

"With an unstable foundation, forcibly purchasing the Great Sealing Technique will instantly deplete the foundation of the eighth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique... At that time, let alone fighting against Hongjun, we might not even be able to defeat a late-stage Quasi-Saint."

He had considered taking a desperate gamble.

But he knew even better that the primordial world was never short of geniuses who would gamble everything, but it was short of cunning old foxes who survived to the end.

"The path of enhancing magical artifacts... has almost come to an end."

Jiang Wan smiled bitterly.

System rewards depend on quest triggers, and the most recent main quest was "Curse and kill any saint three hundred times".

It all fell through due to Hongjun's intervention.

Even if a new quest is triggered next, it will most likely be something like "survive for XX years".

Or "Kill XX Quasi-Saint"

This type is the kind that seems to have no end in sight.

He fell into a brief silence.

Thirty years in seclusion, half an hour in the outside world.

But for him, those half-hour felt like half a lifetime.

……

Meanwhile, outside the Purple Cloud Palace, deep within the void three thousand feet above.

Hongjun sat cross-legged in the chaos, with a broken jade disc floating in front of him.

The Jade Disc of Creation.

At this moment, it is missing three-quarters of its length, with cracks crisscrossing its edges, emitting a dim light, as if it might completely collapse at any moment.

Hongjun raised his hand, and strands of colorless and formless Heavenly Dao essence were forcibly drawn from the void, transforming into a rain of light that slowly entered the jade disc.

With each wisp of ink absorbed, the cracks on the jade disc healed a little more, but Hongjun's face paled a little more with each passing moment.

"one third……"

His voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised heartache.

One-third of the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

This is almost the total number of times the Four Saints were resurrected hundreds of thousands of times.

But he had no choice.

The two complete Chaos Spiritual Treasures in Jiang Wang's hands were like two sharp swords hanging over his head.

The Book of Curses particularly troubled him—even he was wary of that thing, and if he didn't repair the Jade Disc of Creation as soon as possible, he wouldn't even be able to do the most basic defense.

Not to mention retaliating.

"Jiang Wang...you forced me to do this."

Hongjun whispered and raised his hand to capture it.

A very thin strand of hair emerged from the void; it was the very strand that Jiang Wang had unintentionally lost when Nuwa plotted against him in the Journey to the West world.

With a flick of his finger, the strand of hair instantly turned to dust, from which a faint blue light emerged—a testament to "Multiple Casting."

The origin of talent.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine... and you alone took one."

Hongjun's voice was icy, tinged with a hint of obsessive madness.

The next instant, he opened his mouth and inhaled, and that wisp of essence directly entered his brow.

boom!
The chaotic air currents within 30,000 miles outside Zixiao Palace surged wildly back, and golden Dao patterns appeared on his body.

Single layer, double layer, triple layer...

Six hours later, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes.

"Six-fold multi-casting... Success!"

His voice trembled, filled with barely suppressed ecstasy.

He raised his hand and gently shook it.

hum!
The flow of time around them changed instantly. The originally slow-flowing chaotic air suddenly stopped and then suddenly accelerated, repeating itself endlessly, as if it were being kneaded at will by an invisible hand.

The base is twenty times stronger, enhanced by the fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation, and then multiplied by six times...

A full two hundred and forty times!
Although it is far less than a thousand times that of Jiang Wang, it is the limit that he can currently achieve.

"enough."

Hongjun roared and suddenly clasped his hands together.

boom! ! !
The terrifying origin of the Heavenly Dao surged into the Jade Disc of Creation like a flood bursting its banks.

The cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and mysterious patterns reappeared on the surface of the jade disc, with the laws of the Great Dao flowing within them, emanating a heart-palpitating aura.

One-tenth...one-third...half...

When the last crack disappeared, the entire Creation Jade Disc was completely restored to its perfect state, transforming into a crystal-clear jade disc that floated in front of Hongjun, radiating a pressure more than ten times stronger than before!

"It's done...it's done!!"

Hongjun laughed wildly, his voice filled with hysterical excitement.

He reached out and grasped the jade disc, feeling the surging power of the Great Dao within it, his greed almost materializing in his eyes.

"With the complete Jade Disc of Creation... Jiang Wang, what are your two Chaos Treasures compared to that?"

"Humanity...should also be eradicated."

He whispered, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

One-third of the Heavenly Dao's origin has been consumed. If it is to be restored, the only way is to devour the human Dao's fortune.

As long as humanity exists, the Way of Heaven will not exist.

This was his final bottom line.

……

Hidden Realm.

Jiang Wang was resting with his eyes closed when suddenly the system's cold voice rang in his mind:
[Ding! The Heavenly Dao has reacted violently to the host's long-term behavior of cursing and killing saints. A super hidden mission has been triggered—] [Mission Name: Who is the Chess Player?]

[Mission Objective: Prevent Hongjun from repairing the Jade Disc of Creation (Failure), or survive after the Jade Disc of Creation is repaired (In Progress)]

[Task Rewards: 50 Great Merit Points, 1 Super Lottery Chance]

[Failure penalty: None (but you may die)]

Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking sharply.

The next instant, a terrifying and suffocating aura descended fiercely through billions of miles of void!

That's... the aura of the complete Jade Disc of Creation!
It's more than ten times stronger than when it was damaged!
Jiang Wang looked up and, through the barrier of the hidden realm, saw a crystal-clear jade disc slowly rising from the depths of the distant sky, from which billions of laws of light burst forth, illuminating the entire primordial world.

At that moment, all living beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths looked up simultaneously, their eyes reflecting the same scene—

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun, his white hair fluttering, held a jade disc in his hand, looking down upon all living beings, his voice as vast as the laws of heaven:
"From this day forward, humanity shall perish."

Jiang Wang remained silent for a long time before slowly exhaling.

"...Now, the trouble is even bigger."

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, holding a completely black book in his palm. Blood-red runes on the spine of the book seemed to writhe like living things.

After the Book of Curses was 80% repaired, the evil spirit of the artifact was fully awakened. With each turn of the page, one could hear countless wronged souls wailing softly between the pages.

The crying wasn't harsh, but it felt like ice needles, piercing deep into the sea of ​​consciousness.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, using his own power of the Great Dao to forcefully suppress the backlash from the artifact spirit, while simultaneously using his divine sense to probe the pages of the book and read the latest causal lines imprinted on them.

Those causal lines, which were originally blurry, suddenly became a hundred times clearer, so clear that he could even see the light of the Creation Jade Disc between Hongjun Daozu's eyebrows at a speed visible to the naked eye as he sat in the void Daoist temple.

"hundred times……"

Jiang Wang murmured softly, his fingertips lightly pressing on the spine of the book. The blood-red runes immediately fell silent, as if an invisible hand had choked them.

For the first time, he felt a real sense of oppression.

The day the Jade Disc of Creation is repaired will be the day when Hongjun completely controls the laws of Heaven.

Even if Jiang Wang possesses the Chaos Pearl and is at the peak of the eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, he might not be able to directly confront that Dao Integration Master.

The only chance is to quietly attain the Primordial Chaos Realm within the Chaos Pearl, in a undisturbed space of chaos, before the human realm is completely unsealed.

Only one year left.

A year later, the human realm and the Thirty-Three Heavens were completely connected, and Hongjun's gaze could sweep over every inch of land without any hindrance.

If he had not yet attained enlightenment at that time, he would have had nowhere to escape.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a flash of blood-red light disappearing from them.

He rose, his robes fluttering without wind, starlight swirling within his wide sleeves, as if billions of stars were being created and destroyed within them.

"Li Qinglian, Guo Linggong."

His voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated the entire Daming Palace and reached the place where the two were in seclusion.

A moment later, Li Bai and Guo Ziyi arrived side by side.

Li Bai was still dressed in a blue robe, with a wine pot hanging at his waist, and the drunkenness between his brows had not yet dissipated; Guo Ziyi was wearing black armor, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and the light patterns of the Big Dipper were faintly visible on his armor.

"teacher."

The two bowed in unison.

Jiang Wang raised his hand in a gesture of support, his gaze sweeping over the two of them one by one, his voice low but undeniable: "I am about to go into seclusion for a year, and I entrust everything here to the two of you."

If anyone from the Heavenly Court comes, do not engage them in direct combat; if any Buddhist sects are spying, use the Primordial Golden Cauldron to deal with them; if any…

He paused, a cold smile playing on his lips. "If that old man comes down in person, crush the jade talisman I left you immediately, and I will come out of seclusion."

Li Bai raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face: "Is Teacher going to prove that final step?"

Jiang Wang did not answer, but simply said, "Remember, it's a one-year period."

Whatever happens, don't bother me.

Guo Ziyi responded in a deep voice, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Jiang Wang turned to leave, but the Chaos Pearl quietly appeared in his sleeve. The pearl was about the size of a chicken egg, and the chaotic energy inside was surging. Just as it was about to engulf him, a slightly hurried voice came from afar.

"Teacher, wait a minute!"

The newcomer was dressed in white, his robes fluttering in the wind, his brows flushed with barely concealed excitement and a flush of emotion—it was Du Fu.

After landing, Du Fu knelt on one knee, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "This humble disciple, having spent three months in seclusion, has finally reached the pinnacle of Quasi-Sainthood! I intend to follow your teachings and prove my Dao through my own efforts, and I beg you, Master, to grant my request!"

Upon hearing this, both Li Bai and Guo Ziyi were taken aback.

The chaotic energy beneath Jiang Wang's feet instantly stopped. He slowly turned around, his gaze as sharp as a knife falling on Du Fu.

The gaze wasn't harsh, yet it sent a chill down Du Fu's spine, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Proving the Way through force?"

Jiang Wang's voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it caused the temperature in the entire Daming Palace to drop by three degrees. "Who gave you the audacity?"

Du Fu lowered his head, his voice still firm: "My physical body has been tempered to its limit, and my primordial spirit and the laws of the Great Dao are also nearly perfect. My teacher once said that before the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique reaches its ninth revolution, proving the Dao through force is difficult, but not impossible..."

"No."

Jiang Wang interrupted him directly, his tone carrying a genuine chill for the first time, "Do you know the warning the system gave me three months ago? Before you have mastered the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to the ninth revolution, forcibly trying to prove your Dao by force has a very high probability of triggering an unknown calamity."

Even the system can't see the full picture of that calamity, so what can you use to block it?

Du Fu suddenly looked up, his lips trembling slightly, but he ultimately couldn't utter a rebuttal.

Jiang Wang took two steps closer, raised his hand and placed it on Du Fu's shoulder. A vast and boundless power of profound energy instantly surged into Du Fu's limbs and bones, forcibly suppressing his almost boiling blood and qi.

"Listen."

Jiang Wang's voice was low and slow, yet every word struck Du Fu's heart: "You are my disciple, Jiang Wang, and I will not allow you to die before you attain enlightenment."

"You'd better hone your skills in the laws of cultivation. When I emerge from seclusion, I will personally protect you."

Du Fu's eyes were slightly red, and he kowtowed heavily: "Your disciple... obeys."

Jiang Wang then withdrew his hand and turned to leave, but at that moment, the system's familiar yet annoying voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind.

[Ding—Urgent Warning! Urgent Warning!]

The "joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and grief" that the host previously suppressed with merit.

The five demon gods have collectively broken free of the barrier created by Li Bai's magic and the host's merit-based suppression!

The five demon gods have joined forces and are attempting to rescue "Plague, Curse, Bloodlust, and Nightmare," who are imprisoned at the bottom of the Blood Sea in the Netherworld.

The Four Great Demon Gods!

[Host, please proceed immediately to handle this situation, otherwise the complete escape of the nine demon gods will trigger a primordial catastrophe!]

Jiang Wang paused, his brow twitching suddenly.

He tore through the void almost instantly, his figure transforming into a blood-red rainbow, heading straight for the Blood Sea of ​​the Netherworld.

The sea of ​​blood was boundless, its turbid waves surging, and its stench soaring straight to the heavens.

When Jiang Wang arrived, he saw that the suppression barrier, which was woven from the twelve-grade karmic fire red lotus, the golden light of merit, and the chains of cause and effect, had been shattered by two-thirds of its structure by five beams of light of different colors.

The Demon of Joy, clad in a crimson robe, laughed hysterically, yet his hands were covered in blood; the Demon of Wrath was entirely crimson, his eyes almost spitting fire; the Demon of Sorrow had a blurred face, with black tears constantly dripping from his eyes, each tear turning into a vengeful spirit upon hitting the ground; the Demon of Music played a bone zither, and wherever the music passed, a hundred-foot-high sea of ​​blood surged; the Demon of Sorrow had disheveled hair, and he murmured heartbreaking whispers.

Deep within the barrier, half of the Plague God's rotting and decaying face protruded, emitting a hoarse, maniacal laugh.

"Fellow countrymen! Quickly save us! This primordial world is no longer the same as it used to be!"

Jiang Wang observed the situation with a cold eye, and in just a moment, he understood the situation.

He raised his hand, his sleeves fluttered, and the sea of ​​blood suddenly froze, as if time itself had been paused.

"Bold."

Two words, spoken lightly, yet as if divine decree had descended.

With his right hand, fingers pointed like a sword, he made a gentle slash, instantly contracting the laws of time. Countless visible "wrinkles" appeared on the sea of ​​blood—marks of time being forcibly folded. His left hand, with fingers spread, activated his spatial teleportation ability, forcibly compressing the sea of ​​blood, spanning billions of miles, into a cage no more than a hundred feet wide, trapping all six demon gods within. (End of Chapter)