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

Having perfected the Way of Electricity, his body crackles with electric light, allowing him to control the energy of all things.

The Way of Yin is dark and profound. He sensed Yin's weakness, concealment, and nourishment. From moonlight to shadow, from decay to rebirth, he subtly comprehended every change in Yin energy as if he knew it perfectly.

Once the Way of Yin is mastered, he can hide in the darkness and control the netherworld.

Finally, the Way of Yang shines brightly and intensely, and his experience is like the sun shining everywhere. He experiences the strength, manifestation, and growth of Yang, from the rising sun to the blazing sun, from warmth to heat. He proceeds slowly and steadily, gradually achieving perfection.

When the way of Yang is perfected, his body is filled with Yang energy, which can illuminate the world.

At this point, all ten Great Dao Laws had reached 100%. He opened his eyes, and the Chaos Pearl in the Hidden Realm shone even brighter. His entire body was like an embodiment of the Great Dao, and the preparation of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation had taken another step forward.

He smiled slightly; though the future was fraught with danger, he felt more confident.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, amidst surging clouds, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged beneath an old pine tree, his aura as deep and boundless as the ocean, with twelve-colored divine light flowing endlessly beneath his skin.

The sharpness of metal, the vitality of wood, the fluidity of water, the blazing intensity of fire, the weight of earth, the ethereal quality of wind, the fury of thunder, the cunning of poison, the brilliance of light, and the profundity of darkness, combined with the original time and space, the twelve Great Laws are now fully perfected, transforming into twelve dazzling chains that run from his Niwan Palace straight to his coccyx, cycling endlessly with a resounding boom.

When each law is perfected, extraordinary phenomena appear in the heavens and earth.

When metal and wood converge, cyan and gold sword energies soar into the sky; when water and fire harmonize, yin and yang fish rotate in the void; when wind and thunder surge, billions of miles of sky are torn into purple and black; when light and darkness intertwine, day and night cycle a thousand times in an instant; the way of poison is extremely strange, dark green smoke and mist arise in the void, and all spirits dare not approach; when the laws of time and space finally return to their proper place, the entire Shouyang Mountain shakes repeatedly between an instant and ten thousand years, as if even heaven and earth cannot withstand this great power.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, and the twelve-colored divine wheel deep in his pupils slowly rotated. He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, which turned into a twelve-colored river on the ground, winding for thousands of feet before slowly dissipating.

"The Twelve Great Avenues...are now complete."

He raised his hand and unleashed a surge of Primordial Chaos Power from his dantian. The 2.2 billion units of Primordial Chaos Power seemed poised for another breakthrough, as if it were about to step into a realm that no one had ever reached before.

But he ultimately suppressed the impulse; a major battle was imminent, and there was no room for error.

With a thought, twelve clones of the Three Pure Ones slowly stepped out from behind him. Each clone was exactly the same as him, with the same aura, the same 2.2 billion Chaos Power, and the same perfected twelve Great Dao Laws.

The twelve Jiang Wangs stood side by side, and Shouyang Mountain let out a muffled thud as it sank three feet inch by inch.

"The Twelve Capital Gods' Formation, rise!"

The twelve Jiang Wangs simultaneously made hand seals, and in a flash, they transformed into twelve towering, earth-shattering phantoms of gods and demons. Each one was hundreds of millions of feet tall, holding the sun and moon in their hands and standing on rivers and mountains. A vertical line between their brows slowly split open, revealing their sinister demonic eyes.

The twelve phantom images of gods and demons formed a circle, their energy interconnected, transforming into a blood-red array that blotted out the sky.

boom!
The world changed color, and from the depths of the primordial wilderness, an ancient heartbeat seemed to resound. Chaotic energy surged forth, forcibly drawn by the great formation, and condensed into an extremely majestic figure.

The figure stood 129,600 feet tall, with bulging muscles, a beast skin wrapped around its waist, and a giant axe in its hand. A scar between its brows had not yet healed, which was the appearance of the great god Pangu when he created the world! Although it was only a phantom, it carried a terrifying pressure that made the entire prehistoric world tremble.

Jiang Wang himself was the first to be hit, and was actually forced back three steps by this pressure. With each step he took, Shouyang Mountain collapsed by tens of thousands of feet!

"So powerful... No wonder he is the god who created the world!"

Jiang Wang was both shocked and excited. Just as he was about to step forward to pay his respects, the phantom of Pangu suddenly lowered its head and its gaze pierced through endless time and space, landing on him.

The phantom's lips moved, emitting a voice so ancient and desolate it sent chills down one's spine:
"Be careful... Heaven's will... There's someone behind it all..."

Before the words had even faded, the phantom of Pangu exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into a shower of light that vanished without a trace, leaving only an unfinished sentence echoing in Jiang Wang's ears.

Jiang Wang's expression changed drastically. He made twelve hand seals in quick succession, and the power of chaos surged out. He forcefully activated the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation again, attempting to summon the phantom of Pangu once more.

No matter how he tried to activate it, the center of the formation only showed surging chaotic energy, with no trace of Pangu's aura remaining.

Once, twice, three times... after a total of forty-nine times, Jiang Wang finally stopped, his face terribly gloomy.

What's behind the scenes...?

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

With the great battle between heaven and man imminent, the phantom of Pangu issued such a warning before dissipating. Is it a change in the heavenly order, or is there an even more terrifying being lurking in the shadows?
Without time to think, he blurred and tore through the void, fleeing to the hidden realm.

In the hidden realm, Li Bai stood with his hands behind his back before the Azure Lotus Sword Tomb, while Guo Ziyi repeatedly deduced the formation of the Heavenly Army in front of the sand table.

Upon seeing Jiang Wang arrive, both men bowed.

"His Majesty!"

Jiang Wang waved his hand and asked directly, "What's the situation in the Heavenly Realm?"

Li Bai sighed, “Three months ago, the Heavenly Court mobilized three billion heavenly soldiers and generals, including two hundred quasi-saints, thirty thousand Daluo, and six hundred thousand Taiyi, all of whom gathered outside the Heavenly Realm. Furthermore, with the Zhou Tian Star Array as the core, they set up thirty interconnected arrays to block all passages to the Heavenly Realm.”

Hongjun and the Four Sages of Heaven have also personally arrived in the Heavenly Realm to oversee the central army.

Guo Ziyi said in a deep voice: "On the human side, King Yu and King Tang have led 800 million elite human troops into the 'Heavenly Gate Pass' that Your Majesty set up beforehand."

That spacetime barrier was 90 million miles in circumference, and the flow of time inside was 16,000 times slower than outside. One day inside was equivalent to 16 years outside, which was enough to delay the Heavenly Army.

Even more remarkably, the barrier can be moved at any time. If the human realm collapses, it can absorb all billions of living beings from the entire human realm into the barrier and vanish into chaos.

Jiang Wang nodded slightly, but his gaze fell on the two of them. He slowly said, "I have come here to entrust you with another matter."

Li Bai and Guo Ziyi exchanged a glance, both sensing something was amiss.

Jiang Wang's voice was deep but undeniable: "If the human realm is defeated, the Heavenly Gate Pass is breached, and the human race is no match for you... you two must immediately take the Hidden Realm and flee to the depths of Chaos to preserve the human bloodline."

"His Majesty!"

Li Bai suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with grief and indignation, "I am willing to live and die with the human world!"

Guo Ziyi also bowed and said, "My 300,000 iron-blooded soldiers are all willing to fight to the death and will never retreat to chaos!"

Jiang Wang raised his hand and gently placed it on the shoulders of the two men, but his voice carried an irresistible force: "This is a military order."

If humanity were to lose even the last spark of life, then it would truly be a time of extinction.

"You who stay are the true backbone of humanity."

Li Bai clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and finally sighed deeply before kneeling down: "...Your subject obeys."

Guo Ziyi also kowtowed: "Your subject obeys."

Jiang Wang then asked, "By the way, where did that old bird Lu Ya go three hundred years ago?"

Li Bai replied, “Three hundred years ago, Lu Ya, the Golden Crow, suddenly left Shouyang Mountain, leaving behind only one sentence: ‘I will prove the Dao with my strength, and the day I return will be the day when the Heavenly Court is filled with blood.’”

"Now it seems they've gone to the Outer Heavens, intending to break through the Dao with force and forcibly slay the Heavenly Dao."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang remained silent for a moment before saying only, "Let him be."

If he succeeds, all the better; if not... at least it will uphold his integrity.

After saying that, he vanished into the hidden realm in a flash.

Three hours later, at Shouyang Mountain.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors gathered at the mountain peak. Fuxi sat cross-legged in the center, with the Eight Trigrams flowing around him; Shennong held a medicine basket, from which the light of countless spiritual herbs flowed; the Yellow Emperor held the Xuanyuan Sword, its sword intent soaring to the sky; Zhuanxu, Emperor Ku, Yao, Shun, and Yu stood in the eight directions, each displaying their supernatural powers, turning the entire Shouyang Mountain into a terrifying killing formation.

The great battle is about to begin, only one moment remains. Jiang Wang arrives through the air, landing in the center of the crowd. His gaze sweeps over the eight human supreme beings, his voice low yet clear, reaching everyone's ears:

"Only three hours remain."

He raised his hand and flipped it open, revealing an ancient book, as black as ink, with its cover crawling with blood-red runes—the very "Book of Curses," capable of cursing all things and feared even by the Heavenly Dao.

!

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, turned the page, and the crimson runes writhed wildly. Using his finger as a pen, he unleashed a torrent of primordial energy and slowly wrote two large characters on the page.

"Hongjun"

!

boom!
In an instant, the entire primordial world trembled! Deep within the Heavenly Realm, the old man Hongjun was sitting in the Nine Heavens Palace, the Heavenly Dao Wheel revolving around him. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and the vast, ocean-like power of the Heavenly Dao within his body suddenly surged violently, as if it had been detonated by some extremely yin and evil force!
"not good!"

The six saints—Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Laozi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti—all changed color and looked at Hongjun.

Blood flowed from Hongjun's seven orifices, and the Heavenly Dao laws around him crumbled inch by inch. A shrill roar echoed throughout the nine heavens:
"Jiang Wang—!"

The next moment, an extremely terrifying scene unfolded!

Hongjun, along with the primordial essence of the Heavenly Dao, exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, leaving not a trace behind! Only a wisp of ash drifted in the wind atop the Nine Heavens, proclaiming the complete demise of the most ancient and powerful being since the beginning of time!

The six saints stood there dumbfounded, their eyes filled with disbelief and deep fear.

On Shouyang Mountain, Jiang Wang looked at the name "Hongjun" in the Book of Curses.

The two words turned to ashes completely, and his nine hundred million Chaos Yuan Power was almost exhausted. He staggered a step, but then laughed loudly to the sky:
"Old man Hongjun, you've finally met your match!"

Before his laughter subsided, he abruptly looked up into the depths of the sky, his voice booming like thunder, echoing across every inch of the primordial land:
"All celestial beings of Heaven, listen up—"

"Your god is dead!"

"Now, it's your turn."

In the Shouyang Mountains, the wind and snow are as sharp as knives.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on the bluestone, holding in his palm the golden fragment that had been peeled from the Investiture of the Gods. On the fragment, the last trace of Hongjun Daozu's breath still lingered, wailing.

The mournful cry was as faint as a spider's thread, yet it seemed to pierce through the void of the three thousand great worlds, striking straight to the heart and soul.

He looked up.

Above the sky, the Purple Cloud Palace has completely collapsed.

Hongjun Daozu's physical body failed to "merge with the Dao".

In that instant, he chose the most decisive method—self-destruction.

That explosion unleashed boundless chaos and limitless creation.

boom!
The boundless Daoist energy exploded, as if the three thousand Great Daos collapsed simultaneously, or as if billions of chaotic divine thunderbolts were detonated at once.

The light came first, followed by the sound; the light was so pure it was blinding, and the sound was a deep, resonant hum that seemed to shatter the soul.

The four Great Emperors and numerous Saintly avatars closest to the epicenter didn't even have time to scream before being overwhelmed by the purest and most extreme "Destruction of the Dao".

It vaporized directly, leaving not even a trace of its true spirit behind.

Haotian's jade-boned golden body, which bore the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, melted like a candle in the white light, turning into a shower of golden light that scattered across the nine heavens.

The spacetime barrier between the celestial and mortal realms was violently distorted by this impact, like a thin sheet of paper crumpled by a giant hand, emitting a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

sound.

Outside the barrier, the Zhou Tian Star Array, formed by 3 billion heavenly soldiers and generals, was activated in time. The 365 main arrays frantically absorbed the power of the stars, transforming into a silver-white light screen to protect the entire army. However, the light screen was still as fragile as paper in the face of the aftershocks of Hongjun's self-destruction.

The moment the light curtain shattered, a billion heavenly soldiers and generals, along with their mounts, celestial warriors, and armor, were silently reduced to ashes.

Their souls didn't even have time to fly to the Investiture of the Gods before they were directly crushed into nothingness by that Primordial Chaos level destructive power.

The Investiture of the Gods is now in Jiang Wang's hands.

They were dead beyond dead.

In the celestial realm, the army suffered a third of its strength loss at the outset, with Haotian and the Four Emperors perishing. This was the celestial court's all-out attack on the human race.

The battle hadn't even truly begun when it got off to a bad start.

To the extreme.

The Three Realms were shaken.

Blood rain fell simultaneously on the four continents of the Immortal Realm. The blood rain was sweet and foul, and when it fell on the grass and trees, the grass and trees withered instantly. When it fell into the rivers, the rivers flowed backward for three breaths. In the Heavenly Realm, the thirty-three Heavenly Palaces of the Nine Heavens simultaneously wailed, as if hundreds of millions of immortals were howling. The Netherworld Blood Sea churned, and the waves rose more than ten thousand feet high. On the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc of the Goddess Houtu, a shocking black mark appeared.

At that moment, Jiang Wang heard the system's voice.

[Ding—The system detected that the host indirectly caused the "fall of the Dao Ancestor"]

[Event, rewards being distributed...]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Origin Spirit Crystal x1]

【Origin Spirit Crystal: It can upgrade any Primordial Limitless level spell into an "Origin Dao Technique", with its power, realm, and artistic conception all upgraded without any side effects.

】

Jiang Wang lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently caressing the crystal-clear spirit crystal, which seemed to contain the flow of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

He has now cultivated to the Hunyuan stage and possesses three supernatural powers—

Firstly, the Somersault Cloud can travel 108,000 miles in an instant, shrinking the earth to an inch; even a sage would find it difficult to match.

Secondly, it stands upright without casting a shadow, hidden in the void, formless and without appearance, and cannot be seen below the three heavens of the sage;

Thirdly, it can contain the universe within its sleeve, holding Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed and the sun and moon within a pot.

When it comes to escaping, the Somersault Cloud is almost invincible; when it comes to attacking, once the Universe in the Sleeve is unleashed, it can even temporarily trap a Saint of the First Heaven; only the "Standing Without Shadow" seems the most inconspicuous, but it is his last trump card to save his life.

The phantom of Pangu once whispered something in his heart:
"Above the Primordial Chaos, there is Chaos... If one day you are targeted by Chaos, no matter how fast your somersault cloud is, it will not be faster than 'omnipresent'."

On that day, the gaze of the phantom of Pangu pierced through endless time and landed on him in the present.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath and slowly pressed the Origin Spirit Crystal into his brow.

In an instant, the Three Thousand Great Daos exploded within his sea of ​​consciousness, then quickly converged, transforming into a dark and profound rune, imprinted deep within his primordial spirit. (End of Chapter)