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

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a five-colored rainbow, escaping from the abyss of darkness and heading straight for the Weak Water River.

Sha Wujing felt a blur before his eyes, and suddenly the five elements of heaven and earth reversed, mountains and rivers were turned upside down, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Before he could even raise his demon-slaying staff, he was swept away by an irresistible force and found himself in boundless darkness in the blink of an eye.

The seven demons formed a circle around him, trapping him in the center.

Sha Wujing slammed his demon-subduing staff into the ground, his voice low but steady like a stone at the bottom of a river: "Greetings to the seven demon gods who have graced us with their presence."

The Wrathful Demon roared, its demonic flames raging, and was about to pounce when it was stopped by the Plague Demon.

The latter's withered fingers pressed on the shoulder of the Angry Demon God, his voice like the hiss of a viper: "Don't rush, listen to what he has to say."

Sha Wujing's gaze swept over the seven people, landing on the person in the five-colored feather robe at the front. He clasped his hands slightly and said, "Kong Xuandao, your skills are truly admirable. Your Great Five Elements Escape Technique has reached a state of perfection. This humble monk is impressed."

Kong Xuan said indifferently, "Sha Wujing, you've worn that golden headband on your head for a thousand years. Have you ever thought about taking it off?"

Sha Wujing was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, a smile that carried a long-lost sense of relief: "I want to."

I dream about it.

"That's good."

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and five-colored divine light, like an insurmountable chasm, stood above Sha Wujing's head. "I'll take your golden headband, and you'll teach me the first six cycles of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, how about it?"

The raging demon roared, "Why should I make a deal with him! Search his soul directly!"

The Plague Demon God chuckled sinisterly: "Soul search? Jiang Wang's disciple, do you dare to search him? The moment his soul stirs, that madman will come charging at you."

Kong Xuan remained unmoved, only looking at Sha Wujing: "I will only take the golden headband, I will not harm your life."

After you have imparted your skills, you may leave as you see fit.

Sha Wujing lowered his head and looked at the golden headband on his head. His voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh: "The first six and nine cycles of the profound technique can help people break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, but it is not the ultimate method. Cultivation is very slow. If you demon gods do not mind, this humble monk is naturally willing to pass it on."

He paused, looked up, his eyes clear: "But this humble monk has one condition."

"explain."

Kong Xuandao.

"After you remove the band, please let me go and never bother me again in this life."

Sha Wujing's voice wasn't loud, but he spoke each word clearly and deliberately: "Otherwise, this humble monk would rather die than pass on his skills."

There was a moment of silence in the darkness.

The Angry Demon God wanted to roar again, but was held down by the Plague Demon God.

Kong Xuan nodded slightly: "Deal."

The five-colored divine light suddenly surged, transforming into a giant five-colored hand that gently swept across the surface.

"Click."

A very soft, crisp sound, like ice cracking.

Sha Wujing felt a coolness on his head, and the pressure of a thousand years suddenly disappeared, making him feel a thousand times lighter.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his bald forehead. His fingertips trembled slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Thousands of years.

He was finally able to look up at the sky again.

Kong Xuan withdrew the divine light and said calmly, "You can transfer the power now."

Sha Wujing took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest, and sat down cross-legged. His voice was steady and clear: "The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the first revolution, is called Refining Essence into Qi..."

In the abyss of darkness, Sha Wujing's voice echoed softly, like a solitary lamp illuminating the greed in the eyes of the seven demons.

Meanwhile, on the opposite bank of the Ruoshui River.

Pigsy was so anxious he was running around in circles.

"You bald monk! Where did you run off to?!"

He used his nine-toothed rake to dig deep trenches along the riverbank, his large ears twitching incessantly. "Master is waiting for dinner! If you don't come back soon, I'll really eat the luggage!"

The Weak Water River was churning with black waves, so thick that even a goose feather couldn't float and a Bodhisattva couldn't sink to the bottom. Yet Pigsy was completely unafraid, standing on the riverbank, stamping his feet anxiously.

Suddenly, a dark figure rose from the river and transformed into a tall man wearing a flat-topped crown and a black lotus robe. His face was so handsome that it was almost demonic, but his eyes were one black and one gold, with Buddhist light and demonic energy intertwined, as if he could become a Buddha in one thought and a demon in another.

Pigsy brandished his rake, his hair standing on end: "What kind of monster are you! How dare you play tricks on your grandfather!"

The newcomer smiled slightly, his voice deep and strangely penetrating: "Zhu Ganglie, do you still remember where you came from?"

Pigsy was taken aback: "Huh?"

"My name is Wutian."

The man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest hell, "The thought of Buddha versus demon is but a thought; do you know that you yourself are a demon?"

Pigsy scratched his head: "Are you sick? I am the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng. I suffered because of alcohol and was demoted for lust. What does that have to do with your demonic path?"

Wu Tian chuckled, raised his hand and pointed, and the Weak Water River suddenly swelled up, forming a huge water mirror. A bizarre scene appeared in the mirror: an endless swamp of flesh and blood, where an enormous roundworm rolled in the intestinal wall, devouring the chaotic blood essence.

Bajie stared in disbelief: "What...what is this thing?"

"This is you."

Wutian's voice was calm, "When Pangu created the world, his intestines and stomach transformed into the Weak Water River. You were the first roundworm in Pangu's belly, born in his intestinal fluid, and you were born by consuming his essence and blood. Therefore, you are not afraid of the Weak Water River's corrosion."

Pigsy's lips trembled: "You...you're talking nonsense! I, the dignified Marshal Tianpeng..."

"Pangu died because of you."

Wutian's voice suddenly turned cold, "You drained his last bit of essence, which is why he had no choice but to create the heavens and earth and transform into all things in order to get rid of you, this parasite."

Pigsy's face turned deathly pale, and his rake clanged.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

Wutian's voice softened again, like a demon's whisper: "Eight thousand miles upstream, your physical body from your previous life, along with a small portion of your cultivation, is hidden at the bottom of the river."

If you retrieve it, you can ascend to the heavens in one step, and the peak of the Great Luo realm will be within your grasp in no time.

Pigsy's throat bobbed, his voice dry: "Why...why are you telling me this?"

Wu Tian smiled, his eyes flashing with black and gold: "My cooperation with you is simply a matter of mutual benefit."

After a long silence, Pigsy finally gritted his teeth and said, "Take me there!"

The bottom of the Weak Water River stretches for eight thousand miles.

The black water pressed down on the body, its chill penetrating to the bone; an ordinary Golden Immortal would be frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Bajie, however, was like a fish in water, moving downwards with ease, his large body darting nimbly through the weak water, as if he had returned to his mother's womb.

The further down you go, the clearer the calling becomes.

It was as if another version of myself was calling out to me.

Finally, at the deepest part of the riverbed, he saw it.

A colossal, unimaginably large body, a thousand feet tall, coiled in the darkness like a decaying mountain. Shaped like a roundworm, yet with the outline of a human, its surface covered in blue mucus, emanating a chilling aura.

Pigsy's eyes were bloodshot, and tears mingled with the Weak Water as they slid down his cheeks: "I...I really...am this thing?"

The body suddenly opened its eyes, and two beams of blue light shot out from the empty eye sockets, shining directly on Pigsy.

The next instant, the thousand-foot-tall physical body collapsed with a bang, turning into a torrent of blue liquid, like a blue dragon, surging wildly towards Bajie.

"what--!"

Bajie roared to the sky as blue liquid seeped into his seven orifices and bones. Veins bulged beneath his skin, and he was like a ripped-out sack, writhing on the ground in agony.

Early stage of Golden Immortal... Middle stage... Late stage... Peak stage...

Taiyi Golden Immortal...

In less than three breaths, he had already broken through to the Great Luo realm!
His cultivation level is still skyrocketing!

Early stage of the Great Luo... Middle stage... Late stage... Peak!
In three minutes, a full three minutes, Bajie's cultivation level soared like a rocket, finally settling at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm!

A violent whirlpool surged at the bottom of the Weak Water River. Pigsy hovered in the center of the whirlpool, his large body faintly gleaming with a glassy luster. He held his nine-toothed rake in his hand, and the sound of the Great Dao could be heard faintly.

Of the four who went on the pilgrimage, he was the strongest in terms of cultivation from then on!
Wu Tian's figure emerged from the darkness, his voice laced with laughter: "Congratulations, Zhu Ganglie."

Pigsy, panting heavily, asked in a hoarse voice, "What...what do you want me to do?"

Wutian slowly extended a hand, and a scene appeared in his palm: Pangu created the world, flesh and blood transformed into a realm, and deep in the intestines, a roundworm frantically devoured everything.

"Help me enter Pangu's abdomen."

Wutian's voice was gentle, like a lover's whisper, "Reincarnate as a roundworm and drain his remaining cultivation... At that time, you will be the new Pangu."

Pigsy's pupils constricted, his rake slipped from his hand and crashed to the bottom of the river, his voice trembling: "You...you're insane!"

Outside the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

Pangu suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, his brow furrowing slightly: "Strange, I have a feeling someone is thinking about me."

Behind him, thousands of great witches of the witch clan, heavenly kings of the demon clan, and golden immortals of the human clan stood in neat formation, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

This time, the Xuanhuang Realm Dragon Clan tore apart the boundary wall, intending to invade the prehistoric world. Pangu personally led the team to suppress them.

Strangely, there was no one in front of the interdimensional passage.

The wind blew, and the grass rippled, but not a single dragon scale could be seen.

Pangu narrowed his eyes, slowly turning the axe handle in his palm, and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, everyone."

"The dragons... have probably set up an ambush."

A chill inexplicably rose in his heart.

It was as if something extremely bad was happening.

In the far west of the primordial land, the void rift that was once torn apart by the dragon race of the Xuanhuang Realm has long since healed. Only wisps of obscure and indescribable saint-level Daoist charm slowly flow in the void, like a painting that has been crumpled and then forcibly smoothed out, with faint traces of the extremely violent battle still visible.

The Goddess Houtu stepped onto the land of the Yellow Springs, the cycle of reincarnation. With a gentle lift of her hand, a wisp of dark yellow mist transformed into a mirror, reflecting every inch of the space within billions of miles.

In the mirror, the laws of space were like chaos cleaved by a giant axe. Although the layers of cracks had been healed, faint silver light fragments still drifted in the void. These light fragments carried a heart-palpitating penetrating quality, as if they could ignore all defenses and go straight into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"The Great Dao of Space... In the entire world, besides that one person, there is no one who can utilize the laws of space to such an extreme..."

Houtu's voice was soft, yet carried a rare hint of solemnity.

Beside her, a towering, almost ethereal figure slowly solidified—it was the robust man transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu.

He wore a star crown and a chaotic battle robe left over from the creation of the world. Twelve streams of chaotic energy formed the twelve pillars of creation behind him, but they trembled slightly, as if they were also wary of the remaining aura.

"Raise your eyebrows."

Pangu's voice was deep and resonant, like billions of thunderbolts brewing in his chest, but he forcefully suppressed it, uttering only two words: "It's him."

Upon hearing this, Houtu's beautiful eyes trembled almost imperceptibly: "Old Immortal Yangmei... When the world was created, he escaped from the axe with the Great Dao of Space. Now he has recovered to such a level? Perhaps... even comparable to the Dao Ancestor?"

Pangu nodded slowly, his gaze piercing through the endless void, as if he saw the old man with a gentle smile, standing in the depths of chaos, holding a willow branch, smiling as he looked down upon all living beings in the world.

"He escaped from my axe years ago, but fled into chaos with serious injuries, and has not appeared for millions of years."

I originally thought he would continue to lie low, waiting for the next great calamity to arise before emerging again… I never imagined he would have pushed the Great Dao of Space to such a terrifying degree.”

Pangu's voice carried a hint of complexity, "That move, 'Sumeru contained in a mustard seed, a single thought encompassing billions of worlds,' even in my prime, I might not have been able to execute it so effortlessly."

Houtu frowned slightly: "Then why did he take action to kill the dragons of the Xuanhuang Realm? Although those dragons were strong, they were far from being strong enough to warrant his intervention."

Pangu sneered, his laughter carrying the power of creation: "Merit."

"Great Merit?"

"good."

Pangu raised his hand, and the silver light fragments remaining in the void gathered in his palm, turning into a tiny piece of spatial crystal sand. "Look at the merit aura contained in this crystal sand... Yang Mei killed those dragons not to protect the prehistoric world, but for the merit of the Great Dao."

He paused, then his voice suddenly became meaningful: "Do you know where my tenfold Primordial Chaos Power comes from?"

Houtu was taken aback, then gasped: "Could it be..."

"It is obtained by exchanging merits from the Great Dao with the Great Dao itself."

Pangu said calmly, "Back then, when I created the world, I killed three thousand Chaos Demons and Gods and obtained a massive amount of Great Dao Merit. Part of it was used to stabilize my physical body, and the other part... was used to exchange for this 'Pangu Sacred Body,' which can amplify the Primordial Power tenfold."

Houtu's beautiful eyes finally welled up with shock: "That old immortal Yangmei..."

"He once used the merits of the Great Dao to forcibly seal the interdimensional passage."

Pangu's voice was deep, "When the Xuanhuang Realm first invaded, it was he who took action and sealed that passage for an entire epoch with the supreme spatial Dao."

He wouldn't have shown himself if the passage hadn't torn open again.

Houtu remained silent for a long time, then suddenly whispered, "Then...did we miss out...?"

"good."

Pangu's gaze swept over the Wu Clan tribe that was being rebuilt in the distance, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "If we had acted sooner and killed those Xuanhuang Realm Dragon Clan members, the merit we gained from the Great Dao would have been enough to give birth to three more Great Witches in the entire Wu Clan, or even... allow you to completely control the Dao of Reincarnation."

Hou Tu clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

"Pass the order."

Pangu's voice suddenly rose, shaking the void, "Set up the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation immediately! Houtu, you will personally guard the Western Extreme Land. If any creature from the Xuanhuang Realm sets foot in the Primordial World again, kill them without mercy! Merit... this time, it must not fall into Yangmei's hands again!"

Houtu nodded gently, and the aura of the Yellow Springs rose behind her, transforming into countless wronged souls howling as they rushed toward the western polar regions.

But billions of miles away, in a void completely obscured by spatial folds, Jiang Wang was standing upright without a shadow.

It hovered silently, listening to every word of the conversation between Pangu and Houtu.

He lowered his head, but a twisted smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Raising his eyebrows... what a graceful raise of his eyebrows.

So, all the effort he put into slaying those Xuanhuang Realm dragons was attributed to Yangmei Old Immortal by Pangu? (End of Chapter)