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

[Rewards being settled...]

[Congratulations, host, on receiving the following rewards:]

【1. Primal Dao Technique - Great Resurrection Technique (Complete Version): Consumes any amount of Primal Chaos Power to set a resurrection point. After death, one can be resurrected at the resurrection point with full health (including memories, cultivation, treasures, status, and everything else). There is no cooldown and no limit on the number of uses.】

[2. Great Dao Talent - Tenfold Primordial Power: The total amount of Primordial Power within the body permanently increases tenfold, current value: 220 billion]

[3. Great Dao Spiritual Root - Ultimate Dao Flower Seed ×1: After planting, place it in the Chaos to cultivate. On the day the flower blooms, the control over a single law can be increased to 99% (Currently available laws: Causality, Destiny, Spacetime, Slaughter, Destruction...)]

Jiang Wang froze completely.

He stared at the pale gold panel that popped up before him, his lips trembling slightly. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"...Holy crap."

The reward was so outrageous that he wondered if the system had misplaced the decimal point.

Especially the first one.

The Great Resurrection Spell.

Full version.

No limit on the number of times.

This isn't just a cheat code; it's like giving him a permanent, never-disconnecting background program!

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

There, the twelve ancestral witches were all kneeling at Pangu's feet.

Dijiang's voice trembled: "Father God above, your children are unfilial and have failed your trust..."

Pangu waved his hand, his voice deep yet warm: "Get up, you did a good job."

He turned his head and looked at the two figures not far away who were already trembling.

Jieyin and Zhunti.

Where was the majesty of these two Western saints now? The twelve-petaled golden lotus of Jieyin was dull and lifeless, and the branches and leaves of Zhunti's seven-treasure tree were withered. The two were as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads.

Zhunti was the first to react. He knelt down abruptly, tears streaming down his face, and cried out, "King Pangu, please see the truth! This humble monk was coerced by that old thief Jieyin long ago, and it was not of my own volition! Today, the Heavenly Way has collapsed, and this humble monk is willing to relinquish his holy position and serve the Heavenly King forever, just to ask for a sliver of hope for survival!"

As he spoke, he raised his palm without hesitation and slapped it hard against his forehead!

boom!
Within the hidden realm of the Chaos Pearl, time flows like water, tranquil and endless.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on a jade futon in the center of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, his primordial energy rising and falling slowly like the tide.

The aura was not ostentatious, but it was so profound that it felt as if a small world was pressing down on them. Even the three disciples, Li Bai, Du Fu, and Guo Ziyi, who were standing ten feet away, felt their breathing become slightly difficult.

Today is the last day he will pass on the complete Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

Jiang Wang raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the three of them.

Li Bai, dressed in white with a wine gourd at his waist, had sword-like eyebrows and eyes, yet beyond that sword-like intent, there was a touch of calm; Du Fu, in a blue robe, was upright and honest, with a touch of frost at his temples, and his eyes held compassion for the common people; Guo Ziyi, in dark gold armor, stood like a mountain, his aura as heavy as the earth.

Although the three had different personalities, over the long years, he single-handedly molded them into true seeds of Taoism.

"The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has now been fully imparted."

Jiang Wang's voice was not loud, but it carried a magnetic quality that could penetrate time: "From now on, you must remember my words today: Before you have achieved the Nine Revolutions, you must never try to prove the Great Dao."

Li Bai was the first to raise his eyes and said loudly, "Master, this disciple does not understand."

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is inherently a method for attaining enlightenment, so why is it unattainable?

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, flicked his fingertip, and a wisp of pale golden memory light entered the three people's brows.

Within the points of light are the afterimages of Pangu creating the world.

That majestic figure, whose physical body had reached the ninth level of perfection, cleaved the chaos with a single axe stroke. However, at the very moment the world was created, he was devoured by the pure and turbid energies, his physical body disintegrated, and his soul was nailed to the heavens and earth by the three thousand laws, transforming into endless mountains and rivers, never to be reborn.

Immediately afterward, another glimmer of memory surfaced: Lu Ya Daoist, in his Golden Crow form, unleashed ten suns simultaneously, incinerating countless lives. His Nine Revolutions Profound Technique had reached the peak of the eighth revolution, yet during his forced attempt to attain enlightenment, he was struck by a "Great Soul-Destroying Technique" from beyond the heavens.

The primordial spirit is directly obliterated; although the physical body remains intact, it is merely an empty shell, destined to eternally sink into the fiery hell.

The image faded, and all three of them turned pale.

Guo Ziyi clasped his hands in a fist salute and said in a low voice, "This disciple understands."

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is too powerful, so powerful that heaven and earth cannot tolerate it, so powerful that... even the outer realms cannot tolerate it.

Jiang Wang nodded, his gaze softening: "You are the disciples I personally taught, and I do not want you to follow in the footsteps of Pangu and Lu Ya."

Before the nine transformations, first lay a solid foundation, thoroughly cultivate your character, and deeply conceal the Dao.

"When the Nine Revolutions are complete, I will personally shield you from that final calamity."

Du Fu's eyes reddened slightly, and he bowed deeply, saying, "I will never forget my master's great kindness."

Jiang Wang waved his hand, stood up, and looked towards the hidden void with his hands behind his back.

Time flows 16,000 times faster there than outside, and one day there is equivalent to nearly 44 years outside.

Three hundred years of preaching, but in the outside world it is only a short seven days.

"Three hundred years is enough for you to thoroughly master the first six revolutions of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

His voice was soft and gentle, yet carried an undeniable certainty: "For the next 80,000 years, you will peacefully cultivate in seclusion within this hidden realm."

Eighty thousand years from now, if you can break free from your own shackles, I will reward you.

Li Bai suddenly grinned, raised his wine jug in a toast, and said, "Master, may I ask if you have any wine to drink during your 80,000 years of seclusion?"

Jiang Wang chuckled, flicked his finger, and a jar of "Drunken Immortal Wine" brewed from a primordial gourd vine appeared.

Appearing out of thin air, it landed in Li Bai's arms: "This is for you."

Drink sparingly; it'll take 80,000 years.

Du Fu and Guo Ziyi each received an item: a fragment of the "Map of the Tang Dynasty" and a "Seal of the Mountain-Suppressing Army" made from meteorite iron.

The three disciples held the gift from their master, their eyes welling up with tears.

Jiang Wang looked at them and suddenly said softly, "I... have another selfish reason."

The three of them looked up at the same time.

"When I have accomplished all my merits, I wish to return to my homeland."

His voice was very soft, but it carried a rare hint of melancholy. "That place is called 'Earth.' There is no spiritual energy, no cultivators, only mortal lights, bustling traffic... I want to go back and see if the moon there is still the same as it used to be."

Li Bai gripped the wine pot tightly and whispered, "If Master goes, this disciple is willing to follow."

Du Fu and Guo Ziyi both exclaimed in unison, "We are willing to follow our master!"

Jiang Wang waved his hand, his smile gentle: "That's for later."

Right now, you all need to focus on your cultivation.

Eighty thousand years from now, I want to see three true seeds of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

After saying that, he flashed away and left the hidden realm, leaving behind a faint voice transmission: "Go into seclusion."

Within the hidden realm, three disciples knelt down in unison, their voices resounding throughout the heavens and earth:

"Congratulations, Master!"

……

Outside, the smoke of war has dissipated on the Western battlefield, the Pure Land is in ruins, and the fortune of Buddhism has been reduced by more than half.

Jiang Wang stood high in the heavens, looking down at the earth and its rivers and mountains, his eyes deep and unfathomable. With a thought, the system panel silently appeared.

Host: Jiang Wang Cultivation: First Level of Strength Saint, First Level of Law Saint (Total combat power approximately 220 billion Chaos Units) Luck Points: 1562 (1000 points awarded for the great victory in the Human Realm) Experience Points: 41.7 billion remaining Innate Divine Abilities: Chaos Pearl (Complete), Nine Revolutions Profound Technique (Peak of the Ninth Revolution), Great Soul Destruction Technique (Perfected)...

Jiang Wang's gaze fell on the bottom of the skill bar, where a line of small, blood-red text lay quietly:
You can learn the fundamental Taoist technique: Great Resurrection Technique (requires 2 million experience points).
He hardly hesitated.

"study."

hum!
An immeasurable torrent of information rushed into Jiang Wang's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant. His physical body remained still, but his soul felt as if it had been pierced by ten thousand swords.

It was a more ancient and profound Daoist technique than the Great Soul Extinction Technique, directly addressing the origin of life, death, and reincarnation, and almost tearing his soul apart.

Seven days and seven nights passed before he slowly opened his eyes, a deep, blood-red glint in them.

"The Great Resurrection Spell... is complete."

He raised his hand, and a wisp of grayish-white death energy intertwined with a wisp of emerald-green life energy between his five fingers, transforming into a strange Dao seal, which he gently imprinted on his brow.

"First respawn point activated."

The Dao Seal between his brows glowed slightly, and an invisible wave spread out, completely binding his soul to the hidden world of the Chaos Pearl.

From then on, as long as the Chaos Pearl remained intact, he would have a true "resurrection," without losing a single bit of his memories, cultivation level, or luck points.

Jiang Wang exhaled softly, a faint smile curving his lips.

"Next... I'll accumulate eight more lives."

Five years in the outside world, eighty thousand years in the hidden realm.

enough.

With a flicker, he disappeared back into the Chaos Pearl, sitting cross-legged in the very center of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil. The primordial energy around him slowly receded, making him appear like an ordinary mortal.

"System, enter the state of comprehension of the Dao of Chaos."

Every year, the outside world awakens me, reminding me to imprint another resurrection point with the Great Resurrection Spell.

"receive."

"Furthermore, if the Heavenly Dao sends a message, or if Nuwa or Yuanshi seeks me out, I will awaken them at any time."

"clear."

Jiang Wang slowly closed his eyes, his breathing long and steady.

This seclusion lasted for five years in the outside world and eighty thousand years in the hidden world.

……

Meanwhile, in the outer heavens, at the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun Daozu sat listlessly on his cloud bed, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

A plan spanning billions of years, an operation built over billions of years, was completely destroyed in a single day by Jiang Wang!
The Western religion's fortune collapsed, Jieyin and Zhunti were seriously injured and on the verge of death, the foundation of the Heavenly Dao was shaken, and the fortune of the Human Dao surged... All of this was like a series of slaps to his old face.

"Jiang Wang... Jiang Wang!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together. "I will make you wish you were dead!"

He slammed his palm down on the ancient stone mirror beside him. The mirror was gray-black and covered with cracks, yet it emitted a chilling aura that made people's hearts tremble.

The stone mirror trembled, its surface rippling like water, and a blurry human figure gradually appeared.

The figure was draped in a black robe, obscuring its face, revealing only a pair of cold, merciless eyes.

“Ninth Deacon…”

Hongjun's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of barely concealed fear, "The Ninth Steward of the Duzun Family... This old Daoist... This old Daoist has a favor to ask!"

The figure in the mirror spoke in a cold, emotionless voice: "Hongjun, are you aware that the 10 billion-year deadline has passed? You haven't even managed to take over a middle-level world. According to the rules, you should be removed from the list."

Hongjun's body trembled, and he hurriedly said, "Sir, please be wise! Something unexpected has happened in the Primordial World! Two peerless geniuses with the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique have emerged in this world! One of them has already been severely injured by this old Daoist's Great Soul Annihilation Technique, and his soul is almost annihilated!"

The figure in the mirror remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique? The complete version?"

"Exactly!"

Hongjun hurriedly took out a strand of long, black hair from his sleeve. The hair still retained a faint trace of primordial energy. It was the strand of primordial hair that he had forcibly extracted when he used the Great Soul Extinction Technique to kill Jiang Wang. "This man was named Jiang Wang. He has been severely injured and killed by this old Daoist! This old Daoist is willing to offer up his primordial hair, only asking that you preserve his memories and reincarnate him in the primordial world for three hundred years, so that he may suffer endless torment in the cycle of reincarnation, to vent the hatred in this old Daoist's heart!"

"The other person..."

Hongjun's voice suddenly turned sinister, "This old Daoist humbly requests that you send a sixth-level Heavenly Saint of Strength to completely annihilate him! If this realm can be taken, the complete Nine Revolutions Profound Technique can also be offered to your family!"

The figure in the mirror remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly:
"can."

Hongjun trembled violently, almost bursting into tears of joy!

"but,"

The voice of the figure in the mirror remained cold: "This move has been extremely costly; all resources and consequences will be attributed to you, Hongjun."

If there's no progress next time, you know the consequences.

"I understand! I understand!"

Hongjun nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling, "Thank you, Steward! Thank you, Steward!"

The ripples on the mirror gradually subsided, and the figure disappeared.

Hongjun laughed loudly, but his laughter was filled with endless resentment and madness.

"Jiang Wang, oh Jiang Wang..."

"Aren't you very capable?"

"I want you to suffer the torment of three hundred years of reincarnation! I want you to taste the deepest pain in the world! I want you to watch helplessly as the people you care about most die before your eyes, one by one, and you are powerless to stop it!"

I'll make you wish you were dead!

Laughter echoed in the empty Zixiao Palace, lingering for a long time.

At this moment, Jiang Wang, deep within the hidden realm of the Chaos Pearl, had completely immersed himself in a state of comprehension of the Dao of Chaos.

Unbeknownst to him, a conspiracy targeting the deepest recesses of his soul had quietly begun.

Time flows slowly in the outside world.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Ancestral Dragon Abyss is located at the deepest part of the gap between the Three Realms. It is formed from the chaotic remnants before the separation of heaven and earth. The walls of the abyss are like dragon scales hanging upside down, pitch black, but the bottom of the abyss is covered with a blood-like light.

There is no sun or moon in the abyss, only a dark red wheel of destruction hanging high, its surface riddled with cracks, from which flow the wailing cries of all living beings as they perish.

The World Destroyer sat cross-legged directly beneath the Heavenly Wheel. He forcibly stitched the already broken body of the Green Ox Demon onto his primordial spirit. The ox horns were broken, and the ox eyes were bloody holes, yet black flames still flickered deep within the pupils.

Seven figures surrounded him. Kong Xuan's five-colored light brush hung low, like a wounded peacock; the Golden-Winged Roc's wings were folded, and blood dripped from the tips of its feathers; the Monkey King, the Chaos Demon King, held the God-Slaying Whip, his eyes vacant; Bai Ze knelt to one side, the single horn on his forehead shattered; the Nine-Headed Lion, the Nine-Headed Primordial Saint, roared, its mane charred black; and there were also the Suanni and Chaofeng, one fire and one wind, their auras weak.

"Jiang Wang is dead."

The voice of the World Destroyer Madman was hoarse, like rusty iron scraping against dry bones, “Seventeen of the thirty-three heavens of the Heavenly Realm collapsed, the Jade Emperor was suppressed on the Execution Platform, Sun Wukong was seriously injured and escaped reincarnation… There is no one left in the Three Realms.”

Kong Xuan raised his eyes, and the five-colored light trembled slightly: "Demon God, the Journey to the West has not been completely wiped out, and Tang Sanzang is still alive."

What's the point of being alive?

The World Destroyer Raises his withered hand, and black light condenses at his fingertips into an arrow shadow about an inch long. The arrow has no physical form, only pure destructive intent flowing within it. "When you master the Great Five Elements Escape Technique, which allows you to instantly transcend countless worlds, that will be the moment I personally fire this arrow."

That arrow will strike Tang Sanzang between the eyebrows, and it will also pierce the very backbone of the destiny of the three thousand great worlds, triggering an immeasurable calamity, in which even saints will turn to ashes. (End of Chapter)