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

His voice lowered, carrying an almost obsessive tenderness: "But right now, I can't wait any longer."

The World Destroyer suddenly clasped his hands together, and two arrows of destruction took shape in his palms. The arrows were ten times larger than the previous phantom, and their tips faintly shimmered with a chaotic hue, seemingly capable of tearing apart a saint's body.

He flicked his finger, and a beam of earth-yellow light cracked open beneath his feet, disappearing into the void in the blink of an eye, like a dragon.

"The crevice between the three realms, Golden Gourd Mountain, Golden Gourd Cave... Go there."

Xiniuhezhou, Jindou Cave.

The cave reeked of blood, and the ground was littered with the corpses of little demons, all cut by the bamboo leaf spatial blades, their cuts as smooth as mirrors.

On two black gold pillars in the center of the cave, Pigsy and Sandy are bound with black ropes, their mouths stuffed with rags, but their eyes remain stubborn.

Pigsy mumbled incoherently, "...You damned ox-nose, how dare you touch your grandpa Pig! Once I'm free, I'll dig a hole right through your Golden Gourd Cave with my rake!"

Sha Wujing closed his eyes and remained silent. His monk's robe was stained with demon blood, and his crescent shovel was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, a beam of earth-yellow light silently cracked open at the cave entrance, and two arrows of destruction hung in mid-air. Before the arrows even arrived, the destructive intent had already caused the entire Golden Gourd Cave to begin to crack, the rocks to turn to ash, and the void to collapse.

Pigsy's pupils shrank: "This is..."

Before he could finish speaking, two arrows had already arrived.

Just as the arrow tip was less than three inches from the two men's brows, an ordinary green bamboo leaf appeared out of thin air, trembling slightly as if being stirred by a gentle breeze.

Above the bamboo leaves, a faint spatial law flowed, invisible like ripples on water, yet instantly enveloped the two arrows of destruction.

"Snapped."

With a soft thud, the Arrow of Destruction shattered into pieces, leaving not even a trace behind.

The bamboo leaves then transformed into two beams of green light, enveloping Pigsy and Sandy. Space twisted, and the two disappeared into the Golden Gourd Cave, leaving only the empty black gold pillar and a pile of demon corpses.

Zulongyuan.

The World Destroyer suddenly opened his eyes, and his green beef body exploded into a large chunk of flesh and blood. He looked up at the Destruction Wheel, and a crack suddenly appeared on the wheel, with a fleeting shadow of Pangu's axe that seemed to have split the heavens and earth.

"Is it... the lingering remnant of Pangu?"

His voice trembled, revealing fear for the first time, "No, it's impossible, Jiang Wang clearly already..."

At the same instant, in the hidden realm, beneath the tea tree of enlightenment.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes.

The futon he sat on had long since turned to ashes, and his Taoist robe was riddled with holes, but it could not conceal his eyes, which were as dark as an abyss.

He raised his hand, and a pitch-black ancient book appeared in his palm. The cover was blank, but endless blood-red patterns writhed like living creatures—the Book of Curses.

"The World-Destroying Mad God".

He uttered the name softly, his voice not loud, yet it pierced through the chaos and reached the very cracks between the three realms.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Abyss, the World-Destroying Madman suddenly screamed, and his remaining green beef body exploded. His primordial spirit transformed into a black light and frantically fled towards a pre-prepared interdimensional passage at the bottom of the abyss.

That was an escape route he had secretly opened up countless eons ago, leading to an unknown realm beyond the chaos.

However, just as he was about to enter the passage, an invisible curse descended from nowhere and tightly bound his primordial spirit.

The curse had no shape, yet it carried Jiang Wang's voice, repeating his true name over and over:

"World-Destroying Madman, World-Destroying Madman, World-Destroying Madman..."

"what--"

He screamed in agony as the laws of destruction began to backfire on him, cracks appearing on his primordial spirit. What flowed from these cracks was not soul power, but pure "non-existence".

He frantically lashed out, trying to tear the curse apart, but the more he tried, the tighter it became. In the end, his entire primordial spirit exploded, turning into a sky full of black ash that dissipated into the abyss with the wind.

The Destruction Wheel let out a mournful cry, crashed down, and shattered into two pieces at the bottom of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

The seven figures in the abyss stood frozen in place for a long while before Kong Xuan whispered, "The Demon God... has fallen."

The Golden-Winged Roc's voice was hoarse: "That curse... is Jiang Wang."

As the fragment of Bai Ze's unicorn fell, he murmured, "He's not dead... he's always been alive."

The Nine-Headed Lion, with its nine lion heads raised to the sky, roared in a mournful voice: "Where...should we go?"

Kong Xuan took a deep breath, and the five-colored light brush lit up again, but it was much dimmer: "Abyss of Darkness".

That was the last escape route left by the Demon God. We'll go there and await the next great calamity.

Seven figures transformed into streaks of light and vanished into the dark rifts deeper in the abyss, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only a deathly silence remained within the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

Hidden realm, beneath the tea tree of enlightenment.

Jiang Wang slowly closed the Book of Curses, a speck of black ash clinging to his fingertip—the last remnant of the World-Destroying Mad Heaven.

He raised his hand to brush it away, his voice as soft as a sigh: "One."

The tea bushes rustled, as if in response.

He stood up, his robes fluttering without wind, his gaze piercing through the barrier of the hidden realm, looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace deep within the primordial chaos, a palace that would never be opened.

The palace gates were tightly closed, and the statues of the Three Pure Ones on the gates were lifelike, but deep in the eye sockets of the statues, two points of eerie green light were flashing.

"That outsider who possessed the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun..."

Jiang Wang's voice was as cold as ice, "It's your turn too."

He raised his hand, and three streams of pure energy emerged from the void, transforming into three avatars: Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, and Daode Tianzun. The three avatars bowed slightly to Jiang Wang, then transformed into three long rainbows, piercing through the hidden realm and heading straight for Zixiao Palace.

Jiang Wang sat down again, tapping the Book of Curses lightly with his fingertips, his voice so low that only he could hear it: "I need your true name... Outsider."

A gust of wind rises in the hidden realm, and the myriad leaves of the Enlightenment Tea Tree rustle in unison, as if playing a dirge in advance for the impending final chapter.

Shouyang Mountain, Sanhuang Temple.

Outside the hall, the sea of ​​clouds churned, but inside, it was so quiet that even breathing seemed to freeze into ice.

Nine bronze pillars with coiled dragons stretched from the ground to the top. The dragon scales wrapped around the pillars gleamed coldly in the dim candlelight, as if they might come to life at any moment and devour someone.

On the high platform, the throne that once belonged to the Three Sovereigns is now occupied by a figure so imposing that it almost fills the entire field of vision.

Pangu.

He wore a long, unadorned grey-white robe, yet his presence caused the air in the entire hall to tremble slightly.

His eyes held the indifference of the beginning of creation, mixed with a touch of weariness, as if the billions of years of primordial chaos were nothing more than a long afternoon dream for him.

Your Highness, to the left are the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, to the right are the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Tongtian Sect Leader stands with his hands behind his back behind the Witch Clan. The scabbard of the Qingping Sword lightly taps the ground, emitting a subtle yet piercing clang.

The demon master Kunpeng huddled in a corner, his eyes beneath his black robes like two eerie lamps, staring intently at the man on the throne.

In the very center, a boy kneels on the ground; he is none other than Haotian, who once stood before the Dao Ancestor.

His Taoist hat had long been removed, his full head of black hair was disheveled and stuck to his face, there was blood on the corner of his lips, and his ten fingers were digging into the cracks of the bluestone slabs, his knuckles turning white.

Pangu's gaze fell on him, his voice not loud, yet it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Haotian, you were a servant of the Heavenly Court, but during the Investiture of the Gods, you secretly colluded with Hongjun and revealed the Heavenly Court's military formation, causing the collapse of the Heavenly Realm and the suffering of countless lives."

The boy suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse: "I...I was only acting on the orders of the Dao Ancestor..."

"Daozu?"

Pangu repeated it softly, as if savoring the weight of those two words, then chuckled lightly, "Are there still Dao Ancestors today?"

He raised his hand and pointed with his index finger.

boom!
An indescribable pressure descended from the void. Haotian didn't even have time to scream. He felt his magic power being drained away like a tide, his meridians shattering inch by inch, his golden core turning to dust, and his primordial spirit being nailed to his Niwan Palace by an invisible lock, making him feel worse than dead.

“His cultivation is abolished, and he is imprisoned in a death row cell.”

Pangu spoke calmly, as if he had merely crushed an ant. Two high-ranking shamans from the Wu tribe stepped forward, one on each side, and lifted the limp Haotian, dragging him out of the hall like a dead dog.

As the palace doors closed, Haotian turned back one last time, his eyes filled with despair and resentment, but in the end he didn't dare to utter a single word of begging for mercy.

The hall returned to silence.

Pangu's gaze slowly swept over everyone in the hall, finally landing on the aged figure among the Three Pure Ones.

The Supreme Sage, Lao Tzu.

With white hair and beard, and his crane-feather cloak fluttering in the dust, the old man riding on the back of a blue ox lowered his head and looked down, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

"Li Er".

This was the first time Pangu addressed him by his name directly.

Lao Tzu raised his head, a deep weariness flashing in his cloudy eyes, but his voice remained calm: "This humble Taoist is here."

“You abdicated your holy position and retreated to Shouyang Mountain, where you should have lived a life of peace and tranquility.”

Pangu's voice was deep, carrying a hint of inexplicable emotion, "But you once used the 'Supreme Creation Scripture' as bait to trick Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan, Zhuanxu, and Ku into taking the poison pills you refined, intending to sever their imperial aura and destroy the destiny of the human race. Do you admit to this?"

The hall fell into complete silence.

Fuxi and the other four looked up in unison, their gazes complex.

Shennong's fingertips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only sighed.

Zhuanxu was the most fiery-tempered, his eyes blazing with fury, but Fuxi secretly suppressed it.

Lao Tzu remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "This humble Taoist... acknowledges."

The two words, as light as the wind, yet so heavy that the entire hall seemed to sink an inch.

Pangu nodded, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Good, confess your sins."

He raised his hand, and a hazy gray light fell on Laozi. In an instant, the Daoist aura around Laozi dissipated, and his saintly aura receded like the tide, turning him back into a withered and aged mortal.

But the next instant, the gray light silently withdrew.

Lao Tzu remained riding on the green ox, his Taoist robes fluttering without wind, his aura completely unaffected.

The pupils of everyone in the hall suddenly contracted.

Zhuanxu finally couldn't hold back any longer, taking a step forward, his voice trembling: "Father God! Haotian was just a child who leaked military secrets, yet he was stripped of his cultivation and imprisoned to death; Li Er schemed against the fate of the human race, nearly causing the deaths of five human emperors, yet he is unharmed?!"

Pangu turned his head, his gaze falling on him, and said calmly, "He is the head of the Three Pure Ones, which was formed from my primordial spirit. What do you say?"

It was a short sentence, but it carried an undeniable domineering air.

Zhuanxu opened his mouth, but ultimately could not utter a word. He felt a tightness in his chest that made him feel as if it were about to explode.

Behind him, Fuxi gently patted his shoulder, shook his head, and sighed.

Shennong said in a low voice, "That's enough...that's enough..."

Suiren gripped his stone staff tightly, his knuckles turning white, but he ultimately remained silent.

Pangu withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and continued, "In the great war between heaven and man, the human realm won a great victory, and everyone here has contributed to it."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Kunpeng, Tongtian, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger: "I have already begun to guide the remaining lands of the Heavenly Realm to integrate them into the Human Realm and expand the territory of the Four Continents."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the hall varied.

Pangu's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck a chord in everyone's heart.

"From this day forward, the Eastern Continent of Victory belongs to the Heavenly Realm and the various tribes that have surrendered; the Southern Continent of Jambudvipa belongs to the Witch Clan; the Northern Continent of Julu belongs to the Demon Clan; and the Western Continent of Niuhe... belongs to the Human Clan."

boom!
It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in the ears of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Fuxi suddenly looked up, his voice losing its composure for the first time: "Father God! The four continents were originally the ancestral lands of the human race. We risked our lives to protect them, and ninety-nine percent of our soldiers shed their blood in the sky. Now... now only the most barren Xiniu He Continent remains?!"

Shennong's voice trembled: "The spiritual energy of Dongsheng Shenzhou is the most abundant, the fertile plains of Nanzhanbuzhou are thousands of miles wide, and although Beiju Luzhou is bitterly cold, it has countless mineral veins... Xiniu Hezhou is mostly desert with scarce spiritual veins. How can it support hundreds of millions of people?!"

Zhuanxu was even more direct, laughing in fury: "Father God, are you planning to exterminate the human race?!"

Upon hearing this, Pangu slowly rose to his feet.

In that instant, the entire Three Emperors Palace seemed to be crushed by an indescribable pressure.

The nine bronze pillars with coiled dragons groaned under the weight, and glazed tiles from the roof fell in a flurry, shattering into dust on the ground.

With one step, the throne shattered.

"The primordial world was created by me when I created heaven and earth."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the indifference and domineering air of the beginning of time.

"I can arrange it however I want."

boom!
A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors all groaned. Fuxi was the first to be affected, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even have the right to take a step back.

"Within thirty years, all of humanity will migrate to Xiniuhe Continent."

"Those who fail to relocate by the deadline will be executed without mercy."

A single sentence, falling into the hall, was like a knife, severing all of humanity's hopes.

Fuxi closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingertips gripped his sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Shennong looked up and sighed, tears glistening in his eyes, but ultimately did not fall.

The stone staff of Suirenshi clicked.

With a snapping sound, he looked down at the broken staff, and after a long silence, said in a hoarse voice, "...Yes, sir."

……

The court session ended.

The Lich and Demon races retreated, while the Tongtian Sect Leader, dressed in flowing blue robes, lightly tapped his sword sheath on the ground, producing a clear and melodious sound, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

Only Pangu and the twelve ancestral witches remained in the main hall.

Houtu stepped forward and said softly, "Father God, the human race was after all raised by you, so why...?"

Pangu remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand to set up a barrier to isolate the secrets of heaven. Only then did he slowly speak, his voice so low that only thirteen people could hear it.

"Humans...their bloodline is a fusion of all races."

He looked up, his gaze so profound it seemed to see into the chaos beyond the primordial wilderness.

"The bloodlines of the dragon, phoenix, qilin... even the bloodlines that the three races brought from beyond the realm are all within the human race."

Houtu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Dijiang gasped, "This... if they awaken..."

"They'll rebel sooner or later."

Pangu's voice was as cold as ice: "If I don't suppress it, it will become a tiger to cause trouble sooner or later."

Zhu Rong couldn't help but say, "But they shed so much blood for you after all..."

"so what?"

Pangu said indifferently, "Just a chess piece."

He paused, then his voice suddenly dropped even lower.

"Furthermore... there are extraterrestrial forces behind Hongjun."

The hall suddenly became silent.

Pangu's gaze swept over the crowd, and he said, word by word, "The human bloodline... might be useful in the future." (End of Chapter)