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

Standing beside her was a handsome young man, dressed in white, with a hint of compassion in his eyes. He was none other than Qiao Ling'er, the reincarnation of the Buddha.

Hearing the sound of wind, Sun Wukong suddenly looked up, and in the next instant, the golden cudgel almost fell from his hand.

"Master?!"

Tang Sanzang landed in front of the cave, smiled slightly, and said in a voice as gentle as it had been thirty years ago: "Wukong, it's been a long time."

Sun Wukong stared wide-eyed, scrutinizing Tang Sanzang from head to toe. After a long while, he suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Hahaha! You bald monk! Thirty years have passed, and you've certainly grown up! This aura... a Great Luo Golden Immortal?!"

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together: "It was just a fluke."

Qiao Ling'er stepped forward and looked at Tang Sanzang carefully, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes: "Your golden body is indestructible... Holy Monk Tang, what exactly have you experienced in these thirty years?"

Tang Sanzang lowered his eyes, his voice as soft as a sigh: "It was just... a long dream."

Sun Wukong scratched his monkey cheek and suddenly lowered his voice: "Master, do you know that something enormous has happened in the prehistoric world in the past thirty years?"

Tang Sanzang raised his eyes: "I would like to hear the details."

Sun Wukong took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Pangu has been resurrected."

Tang Sanzang's pupils contracted slightly.

"With a single axe stroke, he cleaved the heavens, reunified the primordial world, and divided it into four continents."

Humans, witches, demons... all were reshuffled.

The primordial world today is even more bustling than when Nuwa created humans.

Sun Wukong paused, then his voice suddenly became strange, "And... Jiang Wang is dead."

Tang Sanzang's fingertips trembled slightly.

"He was killed by the Dao Ancestor himself."

Sun Wukong sneered, "I heard that the sky cracked open that day, and Jiang Wang fought the Dao Ancestor for three days and three nights. In the end, he was reduced to ashes, wasn't he? Tsk tsk, when he refined you into a weapon spirit back then, did he ever think that he would have this day himself?"

Tang Sanzang remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "...This humble monk has not appeared for thirty years, and he has not appeared again either."

In this new primordial order, humanity does not seem to have received the treatment it deserves.

Sun Wukong scoffed: "Isn't that right? If he were still alive, how could he allow the human race to be suppressed in a corner?"

Tang Sanzang closed his eyes, and the image of that young man, who always had a slight smile on his face and was always calm and collected, appeared in his mind, as if he had everything under control.

Thirty years... Is that person really dead?

He suddenly reached into his sleeve, took out the familiar golden cudgel, and handed it to Sun Wukong: "Your weapon was taken away by the Green Ox Demon back then, and now it has been returned to its rightful owner."

Sun Wukong took the golden cudgel, his fingertips trembling slightly.

That was something that Jiang Wang had personally taken away from him, but now Tang Sanzang was returning it to him personally.

"That guy Jiang Wang is really ruthless."

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, "If he is not dead, I will definitely settle the score with him."

Tang Sanzang didn't reply, but said softly, "Wukong, have you found Bajie and Wujing all these years?"

Sun Wukong shook his head: "Those two idiots were swept away by some unknown force thirty years ago, and their whereabouts are still unknown."

I was just about to go look for it.

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly: "Then let's go together."

The journey to obtain the scriptures is not yet over.

Meanwhile, in the Abyss of Darkness, at the bottom of the Weak Water River.

Wutian sat cross-legged in the middle of the ten-thousand-foot-deep Weak Water, his black robe as black as ink, and his body was filled with surging demonic energy.

Before him stood Pigsy, clad in black armor, his eyes bloodshot, grinning as he unleashed an extremely bizarre demonic art.

"The Great Demon Invasion Technique!"

Countless black demonic shadows surged from his body, transforming into various ferocious faces, screaming as they pounced on Wutian.

Wu Tian didn't even lift his eyelids, he just flicked his finger lightly.

boom!
All the demonic shadows shattered instantly. Pigsy was struck as if by a heavy blow, and was sent flying backward, crashing into the bottom of the Weak Water River, splashing up towering black waves.

"idiot."

Wu Tian's voice was as cold as ice, "You call this mastery? You can't even touch a single finger of mine."

Pigsy got up, wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a silly smile, "Master is right... Disciple still needs to practice more."

Wu Tian narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Tang Sanzang has been born."

Pigsy was stunned: "Really? That bald monk finally crawled out of the golden bracelet?"

Wutian coldly said, "You should immediately return to the pilgrimage team."

The Journey to the West tribulation must be completed according to the original plan.

If this leads to further complications... you know the consequences.

Pigsy lowered his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but after a moment he grinned and said, "Disciple understands."

"I'll go right now."

He turned and disappeared into the Weak Water in the blink of an eye.

Wu Tian gazed in the direction he had left, a deep, cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“Jiang Wang… if you really die, then I will play this game.”

On the banks of the Weak Water, the sun never shines. Black mist surges like an ink sea, and waves crash against the shore, yet they are silent, as if even sound has been swallowed up by this demonic energy.

Beneath a withered ancient locust tree on the bank sat a white-haired monk with a broken gold headband, the talismans on it long since faded and lost their luster.

He walked barefoot on the cold black sand, yet a vast magical power, typical of a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, slowly flowed around him, suppressing demons within a hundred miles from daring to approach.

After thirty years of arduous training, he finally overcame the constraints that bound him, making them no longer able to restrain him.

Sha Wujing raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the golden headband on his forehead, and a "click" was heard.

With a soft sound, the golden hoop turned into dust and scattered with the wind.

He let out a long breath, his eyes filled with death, and murmured, "Even if I go to Mount Ling... it will only mean death."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark crack appeared in the void, and a familiar yet unfamiliar demonic aura rushed out.

The Buddha Wutian arrived, his black lotus throne suspended above his head, the twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus reflecting half of his face in light and half in shadow.

Following behind him was none other than Pigsy—but this Pigsy was no longer the simpleton he once was. His eyes were sunken, his fangs were protruding, and his demonic aura was ten times stronger than when he was in the Women's Kingdom.

"Old Sha."

Pigsy's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, "You took off the golden headband?"

Sha Wujing raised his eyes and said calmly, "If we don't take them off, are we going to continue being Guanyin's dog?"

Bajie was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth: "Good! I like your ruthlessness."

Wutian clasped his hands together, his voice low and deep like a Buddhist chant, yet carrying a chilling aura: "Sha Wujing, do you know that in these thirty years, the Three Realms have changed?"

He raised his hand and a scene spanning ten thousand miles appeared in the void: most of the thirty-three heavens of the Heavenly Court collapsed, Pangu's axe light swept across the nine heavens, the twelve ancestral witches achieved sainthood in their physical bodies, and a sea of ​​blood surged to the heavens; the Southern Heavenly Gate was shattered, the Queen Mother's Palace was reduced to ruins, the Jade Emperor was suppressed under the chessboard by Pangu's finger, and the two Buddha suns of the Western Paradise fell to the ground at the same time, with Jieyin and Zhunti's blood staining the Kalan...

Sha Wujing's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The two Western Saints...are dead?"

"died."

Wutian said softly, "The Heavenly Realm suffered a great defeat, and all the old forces of the Primordial World have come out. Dao Ancestor Hongjun is now too busy to take care of himself, and may even... want to win you and me over."

After a long silence, Sha Wujing suddenly chuckled softly: "Then... is there still any meaning in the Journey to the West?"

Wu Tian smiled knowingly: "It has a profound meaning."

The great calamity of Journey to the West is not yet over, which is the perfect prelude to the great calamity of Mara.

"A single bite of Tang Sanzang's flesh can grant immortality. If I could obtain it, I would unite the fortunes of the Three Realms; who could stop me?"

Sha Wujing raised his eyes, his gaze flickering for the first time: "You want me... to continue the journey west?" "No."

Wutian shook his head, "I need your help to drag the Journey to the West into a dead end."

The longer it is delayed, the smoother the descent of Mara will be.

The more chaotic the Three Realms become, the closer I get to the Great Dao.

Sha Wujing lowered his eyes and wrote "Lingshan" on the black sand with his fingertips.

The two words were slowly erased.

"it is good."

His voice was very soft, yet resolute: "I'll go."

Wutian laughed loudly, and the black lotus turned around, carrying the two of them as a streak of black light, traversing the void and heading straight for Jindu Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou.

Jindou Mountain is shrouded in lush green bamboo groves and misty fog.

A natural stone cave halfway up the mountain was completely sealed off by bamboo leaves, with the words "Old Ancestor of the Hill" carved at the entrance.

Four words.

Thirty years ago, a demon god from beyond the realm pursued them here. The patriarch used bamboo leaves as a guide to teleport Tang Sanzang, the White Dragon Horse, Qiao Ling'er, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing separately. Thirty years have passed since then.

Inside the cave, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged on a futon, his face looking much older, yet still as slender and refined as jade.

Qiao Ling'er—the "reincarnated child" forcibly given to her by Buddha—has now grown from a delicately carved child into a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. His features hint at the former elegance of Shakyamuni, but he is also mischievous and loves to pull the tail of the white dragon horse.

"Master,"

Qiao Ling'er squatted at the cave entrance, resting her chin on her hand and gazing at the sky. "Brother Monkey has been searching for thirty years and still hasn't found us. Do you think he might be lost?"

Tang Sanzang sighed softly, "Wukong's heart is with his master, how could he get lost? But these three thousand weak waters are so shallow that even a goose feather cannot float, and demonic energy blots out the sky. I'm afraid he might be..."

Before he could finish speaking, a long howl suddenly came from outside the cave, and the familiar sound of the golden cudgel tearing through the air ripped through the clouds!
"Master! I'm late!"

A golden light fell to the ground, and Sun Wukong flipped down, but he was much thinner than he had been thirty years ago, his monkey fur was yellowish-brown, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He hugged Tang Sanzang tightly, his voice hoarse: "Master... your disciple has finally found you..."

Tears streamed down Tang Sanzang's face as he said in a trembling voice, "Wukong... you've suffered so much..."

Qiao Ling'er rushed over and hugged the monkey's leg: "Brother Monkey! If you don't come back soon, I'll be nagging my master until I become a Bodhisattva!"

Sun Wukong rubbed his head, but when he looked up, he saw two people walking into the cave.

Pigsy was dressed in a black robe, exuding a sinister aura; Sandy's hair and beard were all white, and his golden headband was gone.

"Old Sha? Fool?"

Sun Wukong's golden eyes widened, "You..."

Bajie scratched his head and chuckled, "Oh, brother, don't even mention it. Back then, we were chased by extraterrestrial demons and almost lost our souls. Luckily, the Old Ancestor of the Hill used bamboo leaves to teleport us to the Abyss of Darkness. We were trapped there for thirty years and only just crawled out..."

Sha Wujing replied calmly, "Indeed, we were fortunate to be saved by the Buddha Wutian."

Sun Wukong's brow twitched, sensing something was amiss, but Tang Sanzang had already nodded compassionately: "If it is a calamity, then it is destiny."

The reunion of master and disciple today is a truly wonderful occasion.

Qiao Ling'er cheered and threw herself into Bajie's arms: "Silly senior brother! I've missed you so much!"

Pigsy laughed heartily, but a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Three days later, as the sun rose, all the bamboo leaves sealing the cave were removed.

A group of five (plus a white dragon horse) embarked on their westward journey once again after thirty years.

The only difference is that the team now includes Qiao Ling'er, has lost Sha Wujing with his headband, has gained Zhu Bajie with his demonic aura, and has a... absent-minded Sun Wukong.

Six months later, within the borders of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom.

The autumn wind was bleak, yellow leaves covered the ground, and the Zimu River shimmered with an eerie pink hue under the setting sun.

Because there were no men in the country, there were no boatmen at the ferry crossing.

Everyone was extremely thirsty when a woman rowed a small boat to the shore. She smiled and said, "Are you all monks from the Great Tang Dynasty on your pilgrimage? My surname is Zheng. My husband died early, and I am left alone in this empty boat. I am willing to take you across the river."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands in thanks, and everyone boarded the boat.

As the boat reached the middle of the river, Qiao Ling'er leaned over the gunwale to watch the fish, when suddenly she exclaimed, "Huh!"

He exclaimed, "Why is this river water sweet?"

Before anyone could react, he scooped it up and took a mouthful.

Seeing this, Tang Sanzang quickly said, "Ling'er, you mustn't!"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his mouth was dry, so he took the water bag from Pigsy and gulped down two mouthfuls.

Pigsy was even more decisive, jumping straight into the river. When he surfaced, his mouth was full of pink river water: "Hahaha! What a sweet river! It's even more potent than the wine from the Women's Kingdom!"

Sun Wukong's golden eyes swept over the scene, and his expression changed drastically: "Master! Spit it out quickly! This is the water of the Mother-Child River!"

Tang Sanzang was stunned and before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if a thousand needles were piercing him at the same time.

He said "Ah".

With a thud, he clutched his stomach with both hands, cold sweat instantly soaking through his monk's robe.

Pigsy rolled around in the river, and just as he climbed onto the boat, he also let out a loud "Aow!"

He clutched his stomach with a loud thud: "My old pig... my old pig's stomach hurts..."

Qiao Ling'er's face turned pale as she pointed to her swollen belly: "I...I have something moving here too..."

Sun Wukong was so anxious that he scratched his head and said, "Oh no! I warned you back then that you can't touch this water!"

Sha Wujing stood at the stern of the boat, his gaze deep, but a barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips.

On the riverbank, an old woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, walked shakily towards the village. Seeing Tang Sanzang and his companions writhing on the ground in pain, she sighed, "Oh dear, monks from the East, how could you drink the water of the Mother-Child River?"

Sun Wukong hurriedly asked, "Old man, is there a solution?"

The old woman shook her head: "In my Western Liang Women's Kingdom, women are everywhere. They can conceive and give birth after drinking the water of the Zimu River, without the need for men."

But you... sigh, if a man drinks it, he'll get pregnant too, but this pregnancy... can't be aborted or terminated; it can only be born naturally.

Tang Sanzang was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, but he still managed to ask, "How long... how long will it take to give birth?"

The mother-in-law held up three fingers: "It could take three years at the shortest, or ten years at the longest."

Upon hearing this, the four disciples (plus a child prodigy) were all dumbfounded.

Sun Wukong was so anxious that his fiery eyes were practically bleeding: "How are we supposed to continue our journey to the West?!"

At the same moment, at Danxue Mountain and Qingluan Douque.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed, surrounded by phoenix true fire, when suddenly he heard a "ding" in his mind.

A crisp sound.

[System notification: The pilgrimage team has been detected to have mistakenly drunk water from the Zimu River, severely hindering their westward journey.]

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[Urgent Mission Issued: Postpone Journey to the West]

[Mission Objective: Make Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Qiao Ling'er pregnant for at least three years, during which time they must not give birth successfully and must not leave the territory of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom.]

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[Task Rewards: Phoenix Nirvana Manual - Volume 2, Chaos Bell Fragment x1, Tribulation Luck Boost 30%]

[Failure penalty: obliteration]

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a meaningful smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"The Mother-Child River... a pregnancy... three years?" (End of Chapter)