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

"in addition,"

His voice suddenly changed, "We must find the two things Jiang Wang left behind, the Chaos Pearl and the Book of Curses."

Houtu's heart skipped a beat: "Jiang Wang... he's already..."

"not dead."

Pangu's voice was devoid of emotion: "He suffered more than anyone else to die."

……

same moment.

Hidden Realm.

The golden light on the Kongtong Seal, which had nine golden dragons coiled around it, suddenly dimmed.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged in the void, his fingertips lightly stroking the seal's surface, his brows slightly furrowed.

In the next instant, the nine golden dragons on the Kongtong Seal simultaneously let out a mournful dragon roar. Their dragon scales shattered one by one, and golden blood gushed from their eyes, turning into blood tears that fell drop by drop and burned to ashes in the void.

Jiang Wang's fingertips trembled.

Humans...something has happened.

With a thought, his three clones quietly left his body, transforming into three gentle breezes that headed towards Shouyang Mountain.

A moment later, the clone returned.

Jiang Wang closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them.

His eyes burned with raging fury.

"Pangu..."

His voice was so low it sounded like it was being squeezed from the depths of his throat, carrying a chilling edge.

"I helped you revive, I stabilized the human race for you, I gave you the Kongtong Seal..."

"You repay kindness with enmity."

Jiang Wang stood up, his aura slowly rising, causing the hidden void to crack inch by inch.

"it is good."

"very good."

He looked down at the illusory image of the Chaos Pearl slowly emerging in his palm, then looked at his other hand, at the cursed book that could never be turned to the next page.

A chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Then... let's go all the way."

"Old thing."

"You want to suppress the human race?"

Jiang Wang looked up, his gaze piercing through the hidden realm and through the void, landing directly in the direction of Shouyang Mountain.

"Then I'll show you..."

"A pawn that you personally nurtured."

"Just how big of a wave can it stir up?"

Deep within the purple bamboo forest of Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

The wind came from the sea, carrying a salty, damp scent. It rustled through the layers of bamboo leaves, making a soft, whispering sound, like countless tiny sighs.

The light screen of the mountain-protecting formation rippled slightly, like a piece of glass soaked in water, making the sky dim and making Sun Wukong's hairy face even more agitated.

He stood before the Purple Bamboo Temple of Guanyin Bodhisattva, his golden cudgel long gone, leaving only his fiery eyes burning red in the wind.

The wind made his tiger-skin skirt flutter, but it couldn't extinguish the growing fire in his heart.

"Buddha!"

His voice was hoarse, dry from not speaking for a long time, "I, Old Sun, begged the Heavenly Court, but they ignored me; I begged Mount Ling, but it closed its doors! Now my master, Pigsy, and Sandy have all been kidnapped by that Green Ox Demon, and even my Golden Cudgel has been taken away by him with his Vajra Ring! On this journey to the West, I, Old Sun, have fought and died for over five hundred years, and in the end, I can't even keep a single staff. How can you expect me to swallow this insult!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva sits upright on a prayer mat, with her pale blue lotus throne slowly unfurling petal by petal behind her, like a snow lotus that refuses to fully bloom.

She held a slender willow branch in her hand, the leaves still glistening with unsprinkled dew, reflecting a compassionate yet deeply weary expression in her eyes.

"The Great Sage,"

Her voice was as soft as the wind, yet carried an undeniable weight: "The great war between heaven and man has ended, and the chessboard of the primordial world has been turned over."

Do you know what the situation is like now?

Sun Wukong was taken aback, his fiery eyes narrowed as he looked outside the great formation.

Looking out, there was not a cloud in the sky, but there was also no celestial palace in sight.

The once magnificent Lingxiao Palace with its golden tiles and glazed roofs is now just broken walls and ruins floating in the sky, like a corpse whose soul has been emptied.

Guanyin closed her eyes slightly, as if unwilling to look at the dilapidated Heavenly Court any longer, and said indifferently: "The Dao Ancestor fled in defeat, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and the Goddess Nuwa are nowhere to be found, and the two Western Saints... have passed away under the Thunder Sound Temple."

The Heavenly Court was destroyed, ten suns burned the sky, Kuafu died chasing the sun, Houyi's arrow that shot down the sun backfired on him, a demon god descended to earth, the ancient Buddha Dipankara was possessed, and the Buddha Tathagata, to protect all living beings, dispersed his primordial spirit and reincarnated...

With each word she spoke, Sun Wukong's heart skipped a beat.

By the last sentence, he was almost unsteady on his feet, and the golden hairs on his tail stood on end.

"So... Tathagata... is gone?"

Guanyin opened her eyes, her gaze meeting a still, lifeless lake: "Gone."

Only broken walls and a broken bell remain on Mount Ling; the Bodhisattvas have scattered, and the Arhats are almost all dead or wounded.

"If I hadn't already entered the protective formation of Mount Luojia, I would have followed in the footsteps of my senior brother Jieyin and junior brother Zhunti."

Sun Wukong remained silent for a long time, then suddenly grinned, a grin more painful than a grimace: "Fine, very fine! Heaven and earth have turned upside down, what's the point of this pilgrimage? Master, Pigsy, and Sandy have been captured, and I, Old Sun, have even lost my staff. Why don't the Bodhisattva recite the loosening spell and let me go back to Flower Fruit Mountain? I'll lead my monkey followers, become king of the mountain, drink a few jars of wine to my heart's content, sleep a few naps, and nobody will bother anyone else!"

He spoke faster and faster, his voice filled with a desperate, reckless frenzy, as if the moment the tight reins loosened, he could instantly travel a hundred thousand miles and never look back.

Guanyin simply shook her head gently, the willow branch drawing a very light arc in the air, as if to soothe or to refuse.

“Great Sage, the journey to the West concerns the fate of the primordial world and the survival of the Three Realms. It cannot be abandoned by your personal whims.”

The Green Ox Demon is dead, and the Golden Gourd Cave is empty. Now only Pigsy and Sandy are tied up and hung from the withered pine tree at the cave entrance.

Go and rescue them.

Sun Wukong sneered: "Saving people is easy, but what about Master? What about Tang Sanzang? What about that long-eared monk? Surely the Bodhisattva won't tell me that you don't know where he's hidden either?"

Guanyin remained silent for a moment, her gaze passing through the bamboo forest and looking towards the far, far west.

That one glance seemed to pierce through endless mountains and rivers, revealing a vast sea of ​​blood, and above that sea of ​​blood, a person stood with his hands behind his back, his robes stained with blood, yet he laughed wildly and arrogantly.

"This humble monk does not know."

Her voice was very soft, "But if this humble monk is not mistaken, there is a high probability that Jiang Wang hid it."

Sun Wukong was taken aback, then chuckled and scratched his cheek: "Jiang Wang? That god of death? Heh, he's quite good at hiding people."

Back when I, Old Sun, was imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, he would come to visit me every few days and would also bring me a few jars of fine wine.

but……"

He narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his fiery gaze. "In my opinion, Tang Sanzang will emerge on his own in three years at most."

That kid is incredibly tough. Jiang Wang is only keeping him around for fun; he'll release him once he's done playing with him.

Last time at Black Wind Mountain, wasn't he confined for less than two months before running away to continue chanting scriptures?

Upon hearing this, Guanyin's lips curled into a faint smile, like a crack in an ice lake revealing a sliver of spring water.

“The Great Sage truly knew him.”

She paused, then her voice suddenly became solemn, "However, the situation has changed, and I have a favor to ask of you."

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow: "Speak." "The Buddha's original spirit has been reincarnated as a human, becoming a mortal."

Mount Ling cannot be without a master for even a day. We must find a spiritual child, bring him back to the Thunderclap Temple, rekindle the eternal lamp of Buddhism, and restore its orthodoxy.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately flew into a rage: "Find someone? Bodhisattva, you want me, Old Sun, to traverse mountains and valleys, going door to door to check people's household registrations? That would take forever! Besides, even if I found them, what good would it do? I, Old Sun, don't eat vegetarian food, I don't chant Buddhist scriptures, what benefit would I get from carrying back a little bald-headed beast?"

Guanyin was not annoyed. She simply sighed softly and took out a pale golden thunder talisman from her sleeve. Nine dragon shadows were faintly visible on the talisman, and the lightning was contained, but it made people's scalps tingle at first glance.

“If the Great Sage is willing to go, this humble monk will impart all of the ‘Jade Purity Divine Thunder’ to him.”

Sun Wukong's pupils suddenly contracted.

Jade Purity Divine Thunder, a great divine power created by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, is known as the foremost of the Three Pure Ones' Thunder Techniques. At its peak, a single strike can split mountains, and a single move can annihilate a Quasi-Saint! He once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, even consuming the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir and enduring the Vajra Bracelet of the Supreme Lord Laozi, yet he never truly possessed a divine power capable of sweeping away Quasi-Saints.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was so low it was almost inaudible: "Really?"

Guanyin placed the thunder talisman in her palm and gently pushed it. The thunder talisman floated in front of Sun Wukong, its dragon shadow roaring, but it was suppressed by a gentle Buddhist light, without harming him in the slightest.

"This humble monk never breaks his word."

Her voice was gentle, “The child spirit has a protective Buddha light. Every year on the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the Ullambana Festival, the Buddha light soars into the sky and can be seen for thousands of miles. The Great Sage’s fiery eyes can see it at a glance.”

Furthermore, it has a golden '卍' character on its back that never fades.

"If the Great Sage finds it, it will be a great achievement for the revival of Buddhism, and also... an opportunity for your own Great Dao."

Sun Wukong stared at the thunder talisman for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his tail swishing behind him like a restless golden snake.

Finally, he grabbed the thunder talisman, stuffed it into his ear, grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: "Deal! I, Old Sun, will go right now! Within three years, I'll make sure that little bald rascal rides back to your Spirit Mountain on my somersault cloud!"

Having said that, he somersaulted out of the mountain-protecting formation, his figure transforming into a golden thread, disappearing into the sea and sky in the blink of an eye.

The bamboo grove has returned to silence.

Guanyin gazed in the direction he had left, and after a long while, sighed softly.

“Great Sage, Great Sage, do you know that the child you are going to find… may not be a savior, but may be a calamity.”

Her voice was so soft that it didn't even stir the wind.

Hidden Realm.

The world was in chaos. In the uncultivated void, nine enormous obsidian peaks floated. Between the peaks, a blood-red river flowed slowly. The river was silent, yet it exuded a chilling pressure.

At the summit of the highest mountain in the center, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering even without wind, the hem embroidered with the ancient seal character "Wang" in dark gold.

The words look as if they were sewn together stitch by stitch with blood and fire.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Bai, Guo Ziyi, and Du Fu stood side by side.

Li Bai, dressed in white, with a wine jug hanging at his waist, had no poetic sentiment in his eyes, only a soaring killing intent; Guo Ziyi, wearing tattered Tang Dynasty general's armor, the armor plates covered with knife and axe marks, stood as straight as a spear; Du Fu, in simple clothes and straw sandals, with white hair and beard, had eyes brighter than in his youth, like two flames suppressed for a thousand years.

Jiang Wang's voice fell from the mountaintop, not loud, but clearly reached the ears of the three.

"You are already aware of the human race's migration to Xiniuhe Continent."

Li Bai was the first to raise his head, his voice tinged with both the effects of alcohol and anger: "These mere remnants of the witches and demons dare to force my entire human race to migrate? Brother Jiang, if you give the order, I, Li, will draw my sword and march to the Southern Continent. Whether the Twelve Ancestral Witches are resurrected or the Demon Emperor is reborn, I will slaughter them until rivers of blood flow!"

Guo Ziyi said in a deep voice, "This humble general is willing to lead the Xuanjia Army to raze the old site of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court to the ground!"

Du Fu uttered only one word: "Kill."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's lips curved slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Kill them, of course we must kill them."

His voice suddenly turned cold, "But not now."

He stepped down from the mountain peak, his black robe billowing without wind, as if he had merged with the void, or as if he were about to tear the void apart at any moment.

"On the day Hongjun attacked, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors stood by, watching coldly, harboring resentment."

If I were to step forward now, they would only think that I, Jiang Wang, am using this opportunity to seek revenge and to place myself above the human race.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three of them, his voice low and deep, yet each word sharp as a knife.

"Therefore, I will not show up."

"You, go out."

"A period of 100,000 years."

"Within ten thousand years, the three of you will cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and prove your Dao through force!"

"The day you attain enlightenment will be the day the Witch Clan is destroyed, the day the Demon Clan is wiped out, and the day the remnants of the Heavenly Realm are reduced to ashes!"

"At that time, you will present the heads of your three races before the Pangu Temple and tell the giant god who created heaven and earth—"

Jiang Wang's voice suddenly rose, causing the nine obsidian peaks to tremble, the blood river to surge back, and the void to shatter!
"The primordial world has never been ruled by Pangu alone!"

At the mountain peak, a blood-red wind howled.

Li Bai tilted his head back and drank the wine in the wine pot in one gulp. The wine pot shattered, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Guo Ziyi knelt on one knee, his armor clanging.

Du Fu closed his eyes, tears streaming down his wrinkled face, but his voice was eerily calm: "Ten thousand years... that's enough."

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the endless void, looking towards the distant Xiniu Hezhou, where hundreds of millions of humans were trekking, bleeding, and dying.

That arrogant smile reappeared on his lips.

"One hundred thousand years..."

"I can afford to wait."

Blood-red winds swept through his black robes, like a flag fluttering in the wind.

That is the flag of the human race.

Jiang Wang shattered the void and landed back in that hidden valley in one step.

The valley remained unchanged, the spring breeze was still there, the grass was lush under the tea tree, the shadows of the tree swayed, and the fragrance of tea mixed with the chaotic energy gently wafted towards his face.

He couldn't smell anything at all, and felt an emptiness in his heart, as if it had been hollowed out for a thousand years.

He sat cross-legged, holding the Chaos Pearl, which resembled a flickering lamp, in his palm. The lamp's flame was a deep blue, reflecting a cold and desolate aura in his eyes.

Ten thousand years.

He thought he could sit down and that he could push the laws of space forward even by an inch in the next ten thousand years.

But ten thousand years have passed, and he hasn't even stirred up the slightest ripple.

Every leaf under the Wudao tea tree seemed to be mocking him: Look, you're still the same old you.

Jiang Wang closed his eyes, his knuckles clenching silently until they turned white.

"Host, ten thousand years have passed, and the Great Resurrection Spell has cooled down."

The system's voice suddenly rang out, like a muffled thunderclap hitting his heart.

He opened his eyes, his voice so hoarse it sounded unfamiliar to him: "...I didn't understand anything."

“The host need not blame himself.”

The system's tone was as calm as a stagnant pool: "Enlightenment is something that can only be encountered by chance, not sought."

Should we consider opening a training room? It only costs 1 Yuan of Great Dao Merit per hour.

Jiang Wang scoffed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "You haven't figured it out in ten thousand years, but you think you can figure it out in an hour? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"The host can experience it for himself."

The system proceeded unhurriedly, "The training room has already been generated ten zhang away."

Jiang Wang turned his head to the side.

Ten paces away, a dilapidated thatched hut stood alone on the grass. (End of Chapter)