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

【Upright and Shadowless - The Origin】

From then on, below the three heavens of the Supreme Being, no supernatural power, magic treasure, Dao eye, or Heavenly eye could see his true form.

He smiled gently, stood up, and stood with his hands behind his back in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow fell on his shoulders, but passed through them strangely, as if he did not exist in this world at all.

next moment.

The void ripples like water.

On the ruins of Zixiao Palace, the true spirit of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, along with the remnant souls of the Four Emperors and Haotian, re-formed.

Hongjun's face was pale, and his hair and beard were all white. He raised his hand and summoned the Jade Disc of Creation, which flew out of the void and landed in his palm.

On the jade disc, the three thousand laws lit up simultaneously, then quickly dimmed, forcibly extracted, and transformed into streaks of dark yellow runes that entered Hongjun's brow.

That is... the power to fight the curse.

Jiang Wang gazed at the scene from afar, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The Book of Curses was his most prized work, containing the principles that "the ways of Heaven are unfathomable, the ways of humanity are inviolable, and saints cannot live forever."

The triple incantation nearly drove Hongjun to the brink of despair.

Now, Hongjun is using the Jade Disc of Creation as a sacrifice to forcibly transform the Three Thousand Laws into "anti-curse power." Although it cannot completely break the curse, it can weaken the power of the Book of Curses by 70%.

Jiang Wang sighed softly.

Although he has now reached the Hunyuan stage, if he were to forcibly break through Hongjun's current defense, he would have to expend at least 30% of his clone's Hunyuan power.

Too much.

He couldn't wait.

The time for humanity to align with the Way is fast approaching.

He had already adjusted the flow of time inside the ancestral land of humanity—the Fire Cloud Cave—to be 16,000 times faster than the outside world.

Eighty-one days within the ancestral land is but seven minutes outside, and only one second in the celestial realm.

That one second was enough for him to do a lot of things.

Jiang Wang raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, landing on the Heavenly Gate Pass.

There, two billion heavenly soldiers and generals, protected by twenty Zhou Tian Star Arrays, marched mightily toward the border of the human race.

The starlight was like a sea, and the murderous aura soared to the sky.

At Tianmen Pass, an army of two hundred million humans stood in formation, ready to fight.

Yu the Great, clad in a dark yellow imperial robe and holding the Heaven-Opening Axe, stood in the center of the army, his gaze calm as an ancient well.

Tang of Shang, dressed in white, stood atop the city wall with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering in the wind, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

Eight hundred Quasi-Saints stepped forward simultaneously, their hand seals shifting.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
One hundred Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formations rose into the air simultaneously.

Each great formation uses a quasi-saint as its core, absorbing the power of the earth's veins and humanity, transforming it into boundless primordial energy, and condensing it into an independent small world.

Those overlapping small worlds were equivalent to a hundred first-level saints attacking at the same time!

Starlight collided with the primordial chaos, and the world lost its color.

Although the twenty Zhou Tian Star Arrays are powerful, they are only activated by 365 righteous gods and hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers. In terms of quality, they are ultimately inferior.

Moreover, the human race's current mid-to-low-level combat power has already completely overwhelmed the Celestial Realm—

Ninety thousand Great Luo Golden Immortals, one million Taiyi Golden Immortals, ten million Golden Immortals...

These numbers would have been considered extraordinary even by sages in ancient times.

The remaining gods and generals in the heavenly realm are laughably fragile in the face of sheer numbers and quality.

Shang Tang gazed into the depths of the sky, where Jiang Wang's shadow appeared and disappeared.

He chuckled softly, his voice carrying clearly across the battlefield to Xia Yu's ears:

"The outcome is not determined here."

Xia Yu nodded, and with a slight tremor of the axe handle, the cracks on the Heaven-Opening Axe faintly glowed.

"On another battlefield... I wish him all the best."

The wind and snow intensified.

Jiang Wang stood atop Shouyang Mountain, his robes fluttering in the wind and snow, yet not a single snowflake actually landed on him.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the origin of humanity is pulsating wildly.

The time to align with the Tao is drawing ever closer.

The war between the Celestial Realm and the Human Race was merely a smokescreen he had laid.

The real battlefield has never been at Tianmen Pass.

And in—

That one second, and the sixteen thousand times that amount of time.

He said softly:

"bring it on."

"let me see……"

"What will the three thousand worlds become when humanity truly transcends the way of heaven?"

In the wind and snow, his figure gradually faded away until he disappeared completely.

Upright and without shadow, the origin.

The Supreme Being is beyond the three heavens and cannot be seen.

Inside Tianmen Pass, the wind and snow were like knives, yet they were frozen in mid-air. A snowflake hovered in the void, its sharp edges reflecting the blank faces of thousands of immortal soldiers.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens of the celestial realm, a million-strong army of mortals stood arrayed in the sky, their banners fluttering, yet no wind moved them. The tips of their spears and lances were all frozen in place at the moment of their thrust, as if an invisible hand had held the entire primordial world in its grasp. Only the pale golden barrier above the Heavenly Gate flickered slightly, emitting a faint hum.

Deep within the Nine Heavens Palace, the Lingxiao Palace was already empty, with only the three Sage Palaces of Yuqing, Shangqing, and Biyou shining brightly at the same time.

Hongjun Daozu sat upright on the cloud bed, his hair and beard all white, yet he showed no signs of old age. The Creation Jade Disc hung above his head, and of the fifty rays of light, only one remained intact, while the other forty-nine were dim and lifeless, as if their spirituality had been forcibly drained away.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable had a gloomy expression, holding a Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

The Tongtian Sect Leader leaned on the Qingping Sword, its tip trembling slightly, reflecting the surging killing intent in his eyes.

Nuwa looked down at the Fuxi Qin in her palm. Three of the strings were broken, but no one dared to touch it.

Zhunti and Jieyin stood side by side, only the golden light between Zhunti's brows flickered uncertainly, as if he were calculating something, or as if he were fearing something. "Time... has stopped."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's voice was deep and filled with unbelievable rage, "He has actually perfected the Dao of the Law of Time, yet he kept it completely hidden!"

Hongjun Daozu slowly opened his eyes, with chaotic energy surging deep within them, but his voice was terrifyingly calm: "Jiang Wang... quite the skill."

The old Taoist thought he was only arrogant because of his innate treasure and spatial supernatural powers, but unexpectedly, right under our noses, he refined the Dao of Time to the point of being as enduring as the Great Dao itself.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sneered, "So what if he hides himself so deeply? At this moment, time in the primordial world is almost frozen, and only he can move. It would take us ten thousand years to even raise our hands. Such supernatural power is simply terrifying!"

Nuwa sighed softly, "If he were willing to submit to the will of Heaven, it would be a good thing..."

"submission?"

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable suddenly rose, filled with chilling killing intent, "If he submits, how can the human race's fortune soar to the heavens? How could the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors dare to set up the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array to challenge us? Nuwa, don't forget that although you created humans, you have already transcended the human race. Now that the human race is thriving, will your holy position... still be secure?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's fingertips trembled slightly, and she finally fell silent.

Hongjun Daozu raised his hand, and the Creation Jade Disc flew out, landing on the jade table in the hall. It shone brightly, and fifty runes lit up at the same time. However, one rune was missing a corner, which was the word "Forbidden Law".

The Dao Ancestor's voice was indifferent: "With the remaining power of creation, I have reshaped the forbidden laws. Using this jade disc as the array core, I can lock the entire prehistoric world in place for thirteen breaths."

Thirteen breaths later, the moment when the human destiny was restored was also the moment when Jiang Wang's energy was revealed.

At that time, his ability to teleport will be suppressed, and even his innate treasure will be unable to fully protect its master; that will be the time to kill him.

Zhunti finally spoke, his voice carrying its usual greasy tone and fear: "Dao Ancestor, this man is cunning and treacherous, and I have suffered losses at his hands many times... If I fail again this time..."

"A slip-up?"

Hongjun Daozu glanced at him sideways, his gaze sharp as a knife, and Zhunti immediately fell silent.

The Dao Ancestor said calmly, "He will surely die."

The old Taoist priest asserted.

Beyond the Nine Heavens Palace, the wind and snow remained frozen, only the light of the golden barrier grew ever more intense, as if silently proclaiming: thirteen breaths later, the bloody moment of the primordial world changing heaven and earth would arrive.

Meanwhile, in the human realm, atop Shouyang Mountain.

Amidst surging clouds, eight towering stone pillars stand tall, their surfaces inscribed with all the totems and characters of humankind since the first spark of fire, seemingly silently proclaiming the indomitable spirit of humanity.

Jiang Wang, dressed in a black robe, stood with his hands behind his back on a blue stone at the highest point of the mountain. His robe fluttered in the mountain wind, but it did not move him in the slightest.

Her black hair moved without wind, and silvery fragments of time shimmered between the ends.

He looked down at the vast Central Plains stretching for thousands of miles, his gaze piercing through the clouds, mountains, and the homes of millions of people. He could almost see every child crying in his mother's arms and every old man passing away with a smile under the candlelight.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors stood behind him. Fuxi looked solemn, holding the already cracked Hetu Luoshu in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Heavenly secret: There are still two hours left... corresponding to thirteen breaths in the Heavenly Realm."

Hongjun... is about to make his move.

Shennong leaned on the Crimson Sky Sword, the blade reflecting the burning rage in his eyes: "He wants to slaughter all of humanity!"

Emperor Yan clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white: "Even if we fight to the last drop of blood, the human race will not kneel!"

Jiang Wang slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over eight familiar yet unfamiliar faces. A faint smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was so soft it was as if he were talking to himself: "Slaughter all of humanity? They don't have that ability yet."

The Yellow Emperor said in a deep voice, "The Primordial Chaos Formation has been set up, its power far exceeding that of a Saint at the sixth level of Heaven, but if all six Saints arrive..."

"The Six Saints?"

Jiang Wang gently shook his head, raised his hand and waved it, and a dark crack appeared in the void. The One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique instantly evolved, and twenty-one figures stepped out from the crack. Each one was exactly the same as him, but their auras were different. Some auras were as vast as the sea of ​​stars, some auras were as cold as the abyss, and some auras were as bright as the sun... Twenty-one Jiang Wangs, twenty-one completely different terrifying pressures, caused the sea of ​​clouds on the top of Shouyang Mountain to collapse instantly.

"I alone might not be able to kill them."

Jiang Wang's voice was eerily calm, "Then twenty-one."

Fuxi gasped, "You... you actually refined the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones to the number twenty-one?!"

Jiang Wang did not answer, but simply raised his hand, and a book as black as ink appeared in his palm. Countless twisted blood-red runes on the cover wriggled, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

That is the Book of Curses, one of the innate treasures, specifically designed to counter Heavenly Saints.

With a flick of his finger, the book opened automatically, revealing a blank page. Jiang Wang used his finger as a pen, dipped it in his own blood essence, and slowly wrote two large characters.

"Hongjun."

The moment the blood-written words were completed, deep within the Nine Heavens Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat on his cloud bed. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain between his brows, as if he had been cleaved open by an invisible blade. He groaned, and a trace of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

That is the blood of a saint, which has not flowed for countless ages.

Yuanshi Tianzun was greatly surprised: "Teacher!"

Hongjun raised his hand to stop him, his gaze piercing through layers of space, landing on the black-robed figure atop Shouyang Mountain. For the first time, his voice carried genuine killing intent: "Jiang Wang... you're courting death."

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, Jiang Wang finished writing the name, gently closed the book, looked up at the sky, and the smile on his lips finally turned sinister: "Come on."

"Old man, let me see how long your so-called Heavenly Way can hold me back."

Deep within Jindu Mountain, the Green Ox Demon sat cross-legged on a black stone throne, surrounded by black mist, with a black lotus of destruction slowly rotating above his head.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the water mirror before him, which reflected the twenty-two figures atop Shouyang Mountain. His voice was hoarse and fanatical: "It's about to begin... The immeasurable calamity is finally about to begin! When the primordial world is shattered and the Great Dao collapses, my Dao of Destruction will reach its pinnacle, replacing that ethereal 'Heaven,' and becoming the true master of the primordial world!"

He suddenly stood up, a pitch-black token appearing in his palm. He made a hand seal and instantly activated the Great Five Elements Earth Escape Technique. In the next instant, deep beneath Golden Gourd Mountain, the six demonic prisons that Jiang Wang had suppressed with his great supernatural powers trembled simultaneously, and the suppression runes cracked inch by inch.

"Kong Xuan!"

The Green Ox Demon's voice boomed like thunder, "Go! Bring my six great demon gods here! Remember, make them... kowtow and acknowledge me as their master!"

The void cracked open, and five-colored divine light flashed and disappeared.

In the ancestral land of humanity, Du Fu stood beneath a withered peach tree. The peach blossoms had long since faded, but his white robes remained spotless.

He looked up at the golden river of fortune gradually gathering on the horizon. The faith, fortune, and incense offerings of hundreds of millions of people transformed into a rolling golden dragon, converging on Shouyang Mountain from all directions.

The golden aura swirled around the mountaintop, eventually transforming into a pillar of light that reached the heavens and the earth, soaring straight into the sky.

Du Fu slowly knelt down, his knees striking the withered leaves with a crisp cracking sound.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the withered peach tree, his voice as soft as a sigh: "Humanity will never perish, the spirit of poetry will live on forever... I wish to become the cornerstone of humanity."

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura surged dramatically, and his physical body began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into specks of golden light that merged into the towering pillar of light.

In the last moment when his humanity was extinguished, he looked up towards Shouyang Mountain, a relieved smile on his lips: "Emperor Jiang... Humanity... I entrust this to you."

boom!
The moment the human destiny was fully restored, the primordial earth trembled simultaneously, and all living beings, whether demons, immortals, or gods, felt a shiver in their hearts, as if something extremely terrifying had awakened.

In the Nine Heavens Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun suddenly stood up, and the Jade Disc of Creation flew back into his hand. He raised his hand and tore open a spatial passage hundreds of feet long in the void. At the end of the passage was the summit of Shouyang Mountain.

"Thirteen breaths have passed."

The Dao Ancestor's voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, "Go."

"Kill Jiang Wang, and exterminate the human race."

The six saints stepped into the spatial passage almost simultaneously.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors roared simultaneously, and the eight totem poles suddenly lit up. The Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array was fully deployed, with billions of runes intertwining into a gigantic net that blotted out the sky. Its power was so great that it faintly overwhelmed even a Saint of the sixth level! (End of this chapter)