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

The three clones flashed and silently disappeared into the void, vanishing without a trace.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the void.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

He did not touch the final three realms.

Within the three realms of Yuqing, Shangqing, and Taiqing, the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao is densely distributed, spreading like a spider web to every corner.

If we were to make a move now, it would surely alarm Hongjun.

"Let's keep it for now... We'll devour it all at once once the Heaven-Devouring Gourd has fully advanced."

He turned around, preparing to return to the hidden realm.

at this time.

A dazzling light of the Great Dao suddenly swept across from the depths of chaos without warning, traversing endless time and space, and shining directly on Jiang Wang.

The light was radiant and majestic, carrying supreme authority, as if the Great Dao itself had descended.

The system voice suddenly rang out, filled with rare excitement:
[Warning! Detection of the arrival of Great Dao Merit!]

[Source: The host previously slew the extraterrestrial demon god, the World-Destroying Madman, preventing his act of destruction. The Great Dao, in gratitude, bestows merit upon him!]

This merit is a merit of the Great Dao, not a merit of the Heavenly Dao. It can directly enhance the host's foundation without any side effects!

[The host is advised to take a shower immediately; do not avoid it!]

Jiang Wang's pupils contracted slightly.

The action of hiding in the Chaos Pearl was abruptly stopped halfway.

"Great Merit... Three Hundred Yuan Hui?"

He took a deep breath, slowly opened his arms, and let the light that pierced through the past, present, and future completely envelop him.

boom!
The light of the Great Way permeated my body.

In an instant, Jiang Wang felt as if he had become a part of the Great Dao. Countless obscure and difficult-to-understand principles of the Great Dao suddenly flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness like a sudden enlightenment.

The three thousand laws trembled and cheered under the baptism of the Great Dao's merits.

His foundation is growing rapidly at a visible pace.

One breath, ten breaths, a hundred breaths...

When the light of the Great Dao finally dissipated, Jiang Wang slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there was endless chaos and death.

"Three hundred Yuan Hui of Great Merit..."

He murmured something, and a cold smile, unlike anything he had ever seen before, slowly crept onto his lips.

"Extraterrestrial demons... the Sovereign Family... the Netherworld Realm..."

"very good."

"Since you all want to come to the Primordial World..."

"Then come on over."

"I, Jiang Wang, am waiting for you."

"Catch them all in one fell swoop."

With a flash, he vanished completely into nothingness.

Only a low, cold murmur remained, echoing for a long time in the remaining void of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"This game...it's my turn to make a move."

Beneath the Ancestral Dragon Abyss, in the dark void of the Xuanhuang Realm, the rift that was originally only a few dozen feet wide has expanded to three hundred feet wide through silent devouring.

The chaotic energy at the edge of the rift churned and boiled, faintly revealing the majestic dragon might of another world.

Suddenly, millions of dragon roars tore through the void, and more than five thousand giant dragons emerged from the rift, each over a thousand feet long, with gleaming scales and armor, and even the weakest among them was at the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

The dragon horde blotted out the sky, and with a flap of its wings, a storm of laws swept across the land, causing the primordial earth to crack inch by inch under the dragon's breath.

At the forefront of the dragon horde, nine figures of purple-gold stood side by side, their dragon horns like swords, pointing to the sky and treading on the earth; they were none other than the nine Law Saints.

Six of them were at the first level of the Heavenly Realm, and three were at the second level. Laws flowed around them, and there was a faint sound of the Great Dao lamenting.

The total number of Quasi-Saints in the Primordial World at this time was less than a fraction of the number of the Nine Dragons.

In the center of the dragon group, a young man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his robes fluttering, his expression cold and stern.

He looked up at the shattered landscape of the prehistoric world, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every dragon.

"I am Ao Jin, the ninth son of the Ancestral Dragon of the Xuanhuang Realm."

By order of my father, the Emperor, I lead you to attack this ruined realm.

In a single day, it razed the primordial wilderness and shattered the laws of nature.

After the war, the position of the realm's lord will share the destiny with all of you, forever guarding the Xuanhuang realm!

"

"As the Third Prince commands!"

More than five thousand giant dragons roared in unison, their sound waves rolling so loudly that the void hundreds of millions of miles below the Ancestral Dragon Abyss shattered.

Ao Jin nodded slightly, his dark eyes sweeping across the direction of the Primordial World, a cold smile playing on his lips: "One day is enough."

Just then, a slender figure slowly walked out of the void, his white robes fluttering without wind, and a faint purple-gold rune between his brows. It was Jiang Wang.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping over the dragons as if he were looking at a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

Ao Jin raised an eyebrow, his voice icy: "Humans?"

Before Jiang Wang could speak, Ao Jin raised his hand and waved: "Kill."

In an instant, over a hundred golden dragons at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint level roared and pounced, their claws tearing through the void, their dragon breath transforming into a torrent of golden flames that swept over Jiang Wang.

Those hundred-plus attacks contained terrifying power capable of crushing galaxies.

Jiang Wang remained expressionless, only slightly raising his hand and tapping with his fingertip.

The laws of space spread silently, and just as the hundred-plus attacks were about to touch his clothes, they suddenly twisted, folded, and shifted, all of them swirling back.

The golden dragon at the very front, a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, was caught off guard and was hit head-on by over a hundred attacks from itself and its companions.

boom!
Golden dragon blood exploded like a waterfall, and half of the golden dragon's body was instantly shattered. The dragon soul howled and tried to escape, but was instantly annihilated by the spatial rift.

The remaining hundred or so dragons were terrified and stopped in their tracks, staring intently at Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang frowned slightly.

Although his attack was a casual counterattack, it still used 30% of the power of the spatial laws.

Logically speaking, it should have been enough to destroy an ordinary mid-stage Quasi-Saint, but although the golden dragon was severely injured and on the verge of death, not a single scale on the remaining half of its body was broken. It still shone brightly, with the light of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure flowing through it.

"interesting."

Jiang Wang murmured.

Ao Jin's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice took on a serious tone for the first time: "Space Saint...Third Heaven?"

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the three most unfathomable purple-gold dragons in the dragon horde: "Purple-Gold One, Purple-Gold Two, Purple-Gold Three, deploy the 'Mysterious Yellow Prison Suppressing Domain' to suppress space!"

The three-headed, double-heaven purple-gold dragons responded in unison. Their dragon bodies trembled, and three completely different laws of power rose from their bodies—one gold, one black, and one purple. The three-colored laws intertwined and merged into one in an instant, transforming into a dark domain spanning tens of thousands of miles, completely enveloping Jiang Wang and the five thousand giant dragons.

Within the domain, space seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, with layers upon layers of restrictive power pressing down, instantly suppressing more than 60% of the spatial fluctuations around Jiang Wang.

For the first time, surprise flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes.

"The fusion of laws... The Xuanhuang Realm has actually reached this point?"

He looked up at the three purple-gold dragons, his voice tinged with inquiry: "How did you manage to forcibly fuse three different laws into one?"

The purple-gold dragon in front of the three heads sneered: "A human saint dares to ask me about the secret techniques of the Xuanhuang Dragon Clan? Die!"

The domain suddenly tightened, and the space seemed to be crushed by thousands of mountains, emitting a cracking sound as if it could not bear the weight.

Jiang Wang gently shook his head.

"I see... It's just a forced bridging using the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon as a medium."

"Rough, but practical." Before he finished speaking, the purple-gold rune between his brows suddenly lit up, and chaotic energy surged around him, with primordial power sweeping out like a tide.

The pressure of a third-level Law Saint was released without reservation, forcefully creating a crack in the domain that suppressed 60% of the spatial power.

"break."

He uttered a single word.

He put two fingers together on his right hand and made a light stroke.

Space puncture.

Silently.

In the next instant, more than five thousand golden dragons froze on the spot.

Countless fine, silver spatial cracks, as thin as gossamer, were reflected in their pupils, and suddenly exploded from their bodies.

puff!puff!puff!

Blood rained all over the sky.

More than five thousand dragons were shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the spatial rift before they could even utter a scream, their dragon souls annihilated.

Between heaven and earth, only the nine purple-gold holy dragons remained, hovering in place in utter terror, their bodies trembling violently.

Jiang Wang flicked his finger, and nine chaotic rays of light shot out like chains, instantly binding the nine purple-gold dragons and sealing them along with the saintly laws within them, storing them in the Chaos Pearl.

After doing all this, he slowly turned his head and looked at Ao Jin.

At this moment, the Third Prince Ao Jin's face was extremely pale.

"You... dare to kill five thousand dragon sons of my Xuanhuang Dragon Clan?!"

He took a step forward, and the power and laws around him erupted. The pressure of a second-level saint crushed the void. With a flip of his hand, a black and gold spear appeared out of thin air. Dragon patterns ran along the spear body, and the spear tip swallowed chaos. The power of the innate treasure was not concealed at all.

"The Chaos Pearl... I, the Crown Prince, want it!"

Ao Jin roared, his body and spear merging into a streak of black-gold light, which pierced straight at Jiang Wang's brow.

Jiang Wang remained calm, only raising his hand slightly when the tip of the spear was less than three inches from his brow.

Time expands.

In that instant, Ao Jin felt everything around him suddenly slow down, and even his own movements felt like he was sinking into an endless quagmire.

The terrifying momentum of the gun gradually came to a standstill under the dilation of time, until even the tremor of the gun tip was barely visible.

Jiang Wang reached out, gently grasped the gun, and snatched it away.

The innate treasure, the Black Gold Dragon Spear, has changed hands.

Ao Jin's soul was scattered, and he abandoned his spear in an attempt to escape. His figure transformed into a streak of black light and fled towards the three-hundred-foot-long interdimensional passage.

Jiang Wang flicked his finger, and a chaotic palm force traversed billions of miles of void, heavily striking Ao Jin's back.

boom!
Ao Jin was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of golden dragon blood, and was slammed into the void, rolling hundreds of times.

What's terrifying is that the primordial power contained in that palm strike was enough to shatter an ordinary second-level saint in one blow. Although dozens of dragon scales on Ao Jin's back were broken, they were not truly shattered. Although his injuries were severe, they were far from fatal.

He staggered to his feet, staring intently at Jiang Wang, his eyes filled with resentment and horror.

"Human Saint... what is your name!"

Jiang Wang said calmly, "Jiang Wang."

"Very well! Jiang Wang, I will remember you! When my father, the Emperor, arrives in person, I will surely extract your soul and refine your blood, imprisoning you forever at the bottom of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss!"

Leaving behind a harsh threat, Ao Jin disappeared into the three-hundred-foot passage without looking back, vanishing without a trace.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the passage and looking into the depths of the Xuanhuang Realm, his eyes seemingly filled with contemplation.

"The First Emperor... It seems that the primordial world is about to change."

……

Jindu Mountain, outside Jindu Cave.

Sun Wukong landed on his somersault cloud, and upon closer inspection, he saw only the white dragon horse tied to a tree, luggage piled up to the side, and the cave empty. There was no sign of Pigsy or Sandy.

"Huh? Where are the idiot and Sha Wujing?"

He scratched his monkey face and looked around, but could only hear the howling mountain wind and not see a single person.

The stone door of Jindu Cave was wide open, and inside, the incense burner was overturned and the prayer cushions were broken, clearly indicating that a battle had taken place.

Sun Wukong frowned, then mounted the white dragon horse and patted its neck.

"Very well, Pigsy and Sandy will be blessed by Heaven."

The most important thing right now is to find the reincarnation of Buddha and ensure that his journey to the West continues.

"Once we find our master, it's not too late to come back and find those two idiots!"

After saying this, he spurred his horse, and the white dragon horse neighed and transformed into a white light, carrying the Great Sage westward.

……

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Ruoshui River.

Deep within the source of darkness, a pitch-black river stretches across the land. Its waters churn, yet remain undisturbed. All who touch it are condemned to a descent into oblivion, their souls sinking without a chance of rebirth. This is the legendary Weak Water.

On the riverbank, a fat black pig's head struggled to emerge from the Weak Water, with a few strands of water plants still hanging from its nose; it was none other than Zhu Bajie (Pigsy).

He was bound by that strange black rope for a whole month. Finally, taking advantage of the erosion of the Weak Water, he corroded most of the black rope and broke free of his restraints. He plunged headfirst into the Weak Water and drifted here with the current.

"Damn it... I almost suffocated!"

Bajie, panting heavily, climbed ashore. He frantically circulated his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, forcing out the Weak Water from his body. His fat face turned pale and then red.

But as soon as he stood firm, he heard the sounds of fighting coming from not far away.

Bajie looked in the direction of the sound and saw that three hundred miles away, Sha Wujing was surrounded by seven sinister demons, holding the Demon-Subduing Staff.

The seven demons, the least powerful among them being early-stage Quasi-Saints, with their leader being a peak late-stage Quasi-Saint, held a bowl of Weak Water and grinned maliciously at Sha Wujing, saying:

"Sha Wujing, hand over the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique! Otherwise, I'll pour this bowl of Weak Water down your throat, and even if you're a Great Luo Golden Immortal, your soul will sink into the Weak Water, never to be reborn!"

Sha Wujing gritted his teeth, tightly protecting the golden jade slip gleaming on his chest, his staff held horizontally across his chest, his voice hoarse but firm:
"Don't even think about it! The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is a treasure of the Heavenly Court. You demonic brats, don't even dream of getting your hands on it!"

Pigsy saw it clearly from afar, his fat face twitched, and he almost fell headfirst into the Weak Water again.

"My old Sha... what are we going to do now..."

The Abyss of Darkness, deep within the chasm between the three realms, is devoid of light and wind; only the deathly darkness, like viscous ink, envelops the soul layer by layer.

Seven figures concealed themselves behind the void rift, their auras so well concealed that even the cause and effect could not be found.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his five-colored feather robe occasionally flashing a faint light in the darkness, like the most dangerous phosphorescence in the deep sea.

The other six demons sat or stood, silent like seven graves.

They dared not show themselves.

Jiang Wang's shadow still hung above the Three Thousand Worlds, and Pangu's axe light seemed ready to strike down from the void at any moment.

Although the seven demon gods were all at the peak, they knew that if Jiang Wang joined forces with Pangu, they wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Until that lone figure appeared on the banks of the Weak Water River.

Sha Wujing (Sandy)

He carried the load on his shoulder, his steps as steady as an iron tower, his demon-slaying staff trailing behind him, leaving a shallow mark on the black sand.

The moonlight shone on his bald forehead, reflecting a cold light, while the golden headband on his head looked like a red-hot branding iron, embedded deep in his flesh.

Kong Xuan narrowed his eyes.

"The Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique... he actually mastered the first six revolutions."

His voice was extremely soft, yet it caused all six demon gods around him to turn their heads.

The muscles on the enraged demon god's ferocious face twitched: "Kill him and seize the cultivation technique!"

“Kill him, and Jiang Wang will know immediately.”

The Plague Demon's voice was hoarse, like countless insects crawling in his throat. "The load he carried, the luggage contained Jiang Wang's mark. Any movement would alert that madman."

Kong Xuan raised his hand, a five-colored divine light flashing briefly at his fingertips: "I only want the cultivation technique, not his life." (End of Chapter)