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

The roof was drafty on all sides, so sparsely thatched that you could see the opposite mountain wall. When the wind blew, the roof creaked as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

He stared at the room for a long time, and the feeling of oppression in his chest suddenly turned into self-mockery.

Row.

Just consider it playing with it for once.

He stood up, his clothes brushing against the grass, leaving a slight dampness.

When he pushed open the rickety wooden gate, he almost thought he was going to step into thin air.

However, the moment the ball of the foot touched the ground, all sound disappeared.

The wind is gone, the aroma of tea is gone, and even my heartbeat is eerily quiet.

Inside the thatched hut, everything was in a state of chaos, like a universe that had been forcibly compressed.

Countless laws of the Great Dao transformed into visible threads of light, slowly moving through the void; some were as thick as rivers, others as thin as spider silk.

Golden spatial laws, dark red fragments of time, emerald green threads of life, gray-black flames of destruction... each one carries a heart-stirring Daoist charm. With a gentle touch, a vast amount of insights floods into the sea of ​​consciousness like a tidal wave.

Jiang Wang stood there, stunned, forgetting to breathe.

He reached out and gently touched the nearest strand of silvery light.

boom!
It was as if silver fireworks exploded in my mind, and countless spatial nodes, folds, leaps, blockades, and tears were forcibly poured into my soul in that instant.

Before he could even savor it, he instinctively began to refine, absorb, and integrate it.

One breath, two breaths, ten breaths...

He was completely absorbed in it, and time lost its meaning at that moment.

Until a "ding" sound came from the depths of my consciousness.

A soft sound.

"Insufficient merit for the Great Dao; the training room will be closing soon. Ten breaths remaining—"

Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was covered in sweat and his clothes were soaked.

He looked down and saw that 185 pale golden merit lines had appeared on his palm at some unknown time. They were now fading, cracking and dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ten breaths later, the thatched hut collapsed with a roar, turning back into specks of light and disappearing into the wind.

Jiang Wang stood there, his chest heaving violently.

He quietly brought up the attribute panel.

[Host: Jiang Wang]

[Cultivation Level: Third Level of Law Saint (+)]

[Spatial Law Control Level: 21% (↑20%)]

Total Primal Chaos Power: 280 billion (↑80 billion)

[Spatial-type supernatural power effect: Increased by 8 times (originally 1 time)]

……

He stared at the string of numbers for a long time before a slight smile slowly appeared on his lips, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "...So it really works."

"The effects of the training room increase with usage time, and there is no upper limit."

The system added in a timely manner, "If the host can continue to use it, it is not impossible for the spatial laws to break through to 50%, 80%, or even 100%."

Jiang Wang closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the stagnant water that had been dormant for thousands of years in his eyes finally stirred.

He chuckled softly, his voice carrying a long-lost sharpness: "Why didn't I ask you sooner?"

"The host never asked."

The system answered confidently.

Jiang Wang was too lazy to argue with it. He raised his hand and summoned the Chaos Pearl, which shrank to the size of a palm and floated in his palm. The flames on the pearl flickered, illuminating half of his face in light and half in shadow.

"Let's exchange all the remaining luck first."

His voice was low, “If it’s not enough, I’ll make up the rest myself.”

"Swallowing the Heavens"

The two words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

He wants to devour the heavens.

Without making a sound or alarming anyone, it silently swallowed the entire Heavenly Realm, along with the Thirty-Three Heavens, into the Chaos Pearl, bite by bite.

Do it when you think of it.

With a flash, he left the valley. The void beneath his feet folded and twisted, and in just three breaths, he arrived at the edge of Zhuluo Huangjia Heaven.

Looking up, above the Nine Heavens Palace, a majestic figure, almost piercing through the chaos, sat cross-legged in the void, his eyes closed, the innate pure energy exhaled from his nostrils turning into two white streaks that continuously entered his body.

The man had the Pangu Heaven-Turning Seal above his head, the illusory image of the Twelve-Petal Creation Green Lotus swaying behind him, and the Pangu True Body Dharma Image, hundreds of millions of feet tall, appearing and disappearing around him. He was none other than the Great God Pangu.

Jiang Wang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Pangu... was actually personally devouring the pure energy of heaven!
He instinctively clenched the Chaos Pearl, his knuckles turning white, almost ready to act immediately.

But at this moment——

From the depths of the earth, a desolate dragon roar that pierced through the three realms suddenly resounded!

Before the chanting had even faded, from the direction of Shouyang Mountain, the aura of the Xuanhuang Realm Dragon Clan surged forth like dark clouds, frantically pouring into the Three Realms Passage.

Countless dragon shadows churned in the void, gold, black, crimson, and dark blue... Each one exuded overwhelming ferocity, its eyes blazing with bloodlust, its killing intent almost tangible.

At the same time, within the Three Realms, all living beings except humans had a crimson glint in their eyes.

The demons bit off the throats of their companions, the immortals drew their swords to stab their Daoist partners, the ghosts roared and pounced on the underworld, and the demons laughed wildly as they self-destructed their demonic bodies... The entire Three Realms were plunged into utter madness in that instant.

Pangu suddenly opened his eyes, his face extremely pale.

He shattered the void with a single palm strike, his voice booming like thunder: "All those above the Quasi-Saint level, proceed immediately to Shouyang Mountain!"

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged on the Three Thousand Great Dao Futon, his fingertips twirling a wisp of chaotic energy, while a smile that no one else could see slowly curled at the corner of his lips.

Chaos.

Things have finally come to complete chaos.

Jiang Wang stood at the edge of the Zhuluohuangjia Heaven, the wind blowing from all directions, making his robes flutter.

He looked down and saw an ancient bronze card and a slowly spinning golden wheel in his palm.

"Ding--"

"The system detected that the host had previously killed the extraterrestrial 'World Destroyer Madman'. Because the opponent was out of the system's sensing range, the reward was delayed. It has now been completed."

"Congratulations, host, on completing the super hidden mission 'Visitor from Outer Space' and receiving the following rewards: Innate Treasure Upgrade Card x1, Super Experience Points Lottery Chance x1."

Jiang Wang lowered his eyes, his thumb gently stroking the bronze card, his voice so low it was almost a soliloquy:

“…Just right.”

"Heaven-Devouring Gourd, it's time for you to evolve."

He raised his eyes, looking at the dragon's shadow looming in the direction of Shouyang Mountain, then at the back of Pangu's hasty departure, and finally at the highest point, at the eternally high and silent Zixiao Palace.

The wind was cold, and the killing intent was heavy.

But in the depths of his eyes, a cluster of eerie blue flames slowly ignited.

It was just like ten thousand years ago, when he first obtained the system, that almost obsessive madness that no one could see.

This time, what he wanted was no longer just to live.

What he wanted was to swallow this entire world whole.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged deep in the void of the Hidden Realm, a dark gourd hovering silently in his palm. A thin, black vortex, as fine as a hair, slowly rotated at the mouth of the gourd, as if it were sucking up even the light.

He raised his hand and flipped it over, revealing a card with a chaotic two-colored hue at his fingertips. The card was engraved with ancient runes that were too ancient to recognize, and faintly exuded the aura of the Great Dao.

"Upgrade."

Jiang Wang murmured and flicked his finger, and the Innate Treasure Upgrade Card turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the Devouring Heaven Gourd.

hum!
The gourd trembled violently, and countless chaotic patterns appeared on its surface, the originally deep black beginning to fade into an even deeper "nothingness".

The color changed, and the vortex at the mouth of the gourd expanded a thousandfold in an instant, then suddenly contracted, as if it were taking a breath before some kind of metamorphosis.

The system's cold voice echoed in my mind:

[Detected that the Primordial Treasure, the Heaven-Devouring Gourd, is advancing into a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, estimated to take seventy-two hours.]

After advancement, the Devouring Gourd will possess the initial power of a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, increasing its devouring efficiency by 377 times. It can directly devour objects with the concept of laws, and the host's speed of acquiring fortune will increase exponentially.

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[Note: This Chaos Treasure is a specialized type, not a traditional Chaos Treasure. It cannot evolve into myriad laws like the Jade Butterfly of Creation, nor can it create a small world like the Chaos Pearl. It only "devours"...]

A path to ultimate purity.

】

Jiang Wang nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Three days... is enough.

He rose, his robes fluttering without wind, and a spatial rift opened up beneath his feet like ripples on water. With one step, he appeared above the Thirty-Three Heavens.

At this time, the Thirty-Three Heavens were already in ruins.

He had already devoured twelve layers of the lower thirty-three heavens. Now, looking up again, the remaining twenty-one layers of heavens hung in the sky, shrouded in ethereal light and auspicious energy, yet they could not conceal the faint cracks beneath them.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair fluttering in the air, rising without wind.

He slowly raised his hand.

In an instant, billions of spatial laws burst forth from his palm like silver snakes, transforming into a massive spatial net covering the entire sky. The net was so fine that not even a ray of light could escape, silently enveloping the remaining twenty-one layers of the Heavenly Realm.

There was no roar, no vibration, and not even a trace of extra spiritual energy fluctuation.

The laws of space are best at concealment, and in Jiang Wang's hands, they have been brought to their fullest potential.

All the celestial realms beyond the Jade Purity Realm, the Upper Purity Realm, and the Supreme Purity Realm seemed to vanish from existence at this moment.

Gently wipe it away.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The twenty-first celestial realm, along with all the celestial palaces, celestial mountains, celestial springs, celestial trees, celestial beasts, and remnants of celestial souls within it, were all transformed into the purest energy and fragments of laws, enveloped by the spatial net, and dragged into a pitch-black vortex.

Beyond the vortex lies the mouth of the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd.

Silent, breathless, formless.

When the last fragment of the celestial realm was completely devoured by the Heaven-Devouring Gourd, only three lonely, floating sacred realms remained above the Thirty-Three Heavens:

Jade Purity Realm, Upper Purity Realm, Supreme Purity Realm.

Beyond the three realms, there is nothingness.

The entire celestial realm was utterly annihilated.

Hongjun Daozu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed. His ethereal body, which was originally merged with the origin of the Heavenly Dao, suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of chaotic blood spurted from his mouth, staining the void in front of him red.

"puff!"

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"The Celestial Realm... is completely wiped out?!"

The origin of the Heavenly Dao was running rampant within him, as if he had been torn apart by a human. Even after he had achieved Dao integration, he could hardly bear such pain.

Hongjun forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, forming hand seals, and forcefully used the laws of heaven to suppress the violent origin within his body.

But this time, the origin of Heaven's Dao has been weakened far too much.

He could clearly feel that his connection with the Dao of Heaven had fallen from a "perfect fit" to a "barely maintained" state.

Even more terrifying is that the "other consciousness" within his body, which he had forcibly sealed away for countless years with the power of the Dao Integration, actually began to loosen at this moment!
"town!"

Hongjun gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and the three thousand laws around him circulated wildly, forcibly pressing that consciousness back into the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness.

But this is only temporary.

The weaker the Heavenly Way is, the easier it is for that consciousness to revive.

"Pangu...is that you?!"

Endless resentment flashed in Hongjun's eyes.

In his mind, who else in the primordial world could have done this, besides the true ancestor of Pangu who created the world?
Only the lineage of Pangu has the ability to devour the Heavenly Realm and weaken the Heavenly Dao!
Unbeknownst to him, at this moment, in the void rift at the highest point of Zixiao Palace, three almost completely transparent figures were coldly watching him.

Those were Jiang Wang's three clones.

With "spirits"

The clone formed by the Dao was so powerful that even the Heavenly Dao could not detect it. At this moment, it was lurking in the core area of ​​Zixiao Palace, taking in Hongjun's every move.

Hongjun took a deep breath, forcibly stabilizing his breathing, and with a wave of his hand, a dark passage opened in the void.

At the end of the passage was a pitch-black world, from which countless eerie wails could be faintly heard.

"Is the Ninth Steward of the Sovereign Clan present?"

Hongjun's voice carried an unusual humility.

A moment later, a hoarse and cold voice came from the other end of the passage:
"The Primordial Dao Ancestor? Why did you suddenly decide to contact me? Didn't we agree that you would only hand over the world coordinates after the extraterrestrial demons had completely invaded?"

Hongjun was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:
"The plan has changed... I need you to act ahead of schedule."

"Oh?"

The voice seemed intrigued, "Tell me about it."

Hongjun gritted his teeth:

"I am willing to give up one-tenth of the spoils of the primordial world, I only ask that you send reinforcements immediately!"

"Hahahaha!"

A wild laugh echoed from the other end of the passage, "One-tenth? Do you think our Duzun family are beggars? The Primordial World is a top-tier Great Thousand World, and you think one-tenth can fob us off?"

Hongjun's face was ashen, and after a long while, he spoke with difficulty:
"...20%."

"Do not."

"Thirty percent!"

"No, still no."

Hongjun's eyes were bloodshot, and he practically forced the words out through clenched teeth:
"Fifty percent! Fifty percent should be alright, right?!"

There was a moment of silence at the other end of the passage before a slow voice slowly spoke:

"Can.

Forty percent goes to me, and one percent to the formation lineage… The interdimensional teleportation array will be completed within a month.”

"make a deal."

Hongjun readily agreed, but his voice betrayed deep weariness and resentment.

The Ninth Deacon's voice suddenly took on a playful tone:
"By the way, the 'Spirit Spirit' you're looking for, we've searched the entire Netherworld Realm but haven't found a trace of it... Tsk tsk, it seems it was taken away by another force beforehand."

Hongjun sneered:
"It doesn't matter.

"It's just a vengeful spirit; it can't turn the world upside down."

"I hope so."

The channel is closed.

The Purple Cloud Palace returned to silence.

Hongjun sat cross-legged on the spot, his face ashen, muttering to himself:

"Pangu...you wait...when the people of the Duzun family arrive, I will make your soul scatter and you never be reincarnated..."

Unbeknownst to him, in the void above his head, the three clones exchanged a glance, and a cold smile simultaneously appeared on their lips.

"Supreme Ruler of the Primordial World... So that's your name."

"The Netherworld... Heh, interesting."

"Fifty percent of the world's harvest... It seems that those people from beyond the realm are even more greedy than we imagined."

Information is fully grasped. (End of Chapter)