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

Wukong scratched his head and finally told the whole story of his master's strange pregnancy.

After listening, Yang Jian remained calm and raised an eyebrow: "The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts can be resolved."

The primordial spirit leaves the body, reforms into a physical form, the old body is destroyed, and the embryonic energy dissipates.

"But I, Old Sun, don't know this technique!"

Yang Jian sneered: "So you came to find me?"

Wukong chuckled, conjured a jar of jade bee wine, broke the mud seal, and the aroma of the wine spread for miles: "Drink three jars with me, and after you finish, you'll come with me, how about it?"

Yang Jian stared at the jar of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he finally gave in: "Fine!"

That night, the Zhenjun Temple was brightly lit. The two most powerful war gods of the time drank jar after jar of wine. When Nezha, smelling the wine, barged in, Yang Jian kicked him out, saying, "Kid, get out of here!"

Yang Jian, drunk, slumped onto the table, pointing at Wukong and reeking of alcohol: "Monkey, monkey, how could your master get pregnant if he were a man... hahahahaha..."

When I woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky.

Yang Jian rubbed his temples, his face so dark it could drip water: "What did I say last night?"

Wukong laughed so hard he rolled on the ground: "He said he would teach my master the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, and he also said he would come with me on a trip to Xiliang!"

Yang Jian closed his eyes, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and uttered, "...I always keep my word."

So Zhenjun changed into casual clothes, took his celestial hound, and embarked on the journey to the West with Wukong.

Halfway there, he suddenly spoke up: "Monkey, I am of human blood, my mother is the Jade Emperor's younger sister, your niece."

I have a nephew named Liu Chenxiang. If you achieve perfect merit in the future, could you…?

Wukong waved his hand: "Alright, alright, leave it to me! I've long taken a liking to Chenxiang, I'll make him my last disciple in the future!"

Yang Jian then nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Three months later, in the backyard of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom post station.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the futon, his silver robe as white as snow, his voice clear and cold: "The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts are infinitely versatile. The physical body can be resurrected after death, and the primordial spirit can separate from the body and reunite."

Listen carefully, everyone, the first level of the profound inner cultivation technique…

Pigsy and Sandy stared wide-eyed, memorizing with all their might.

Sun Wukong became more and more confused as he listened, scratching his head and ears in frustration. Finally, he plopped down on the ground and exclaimed, "Ugh, this is so annoying! It's even harder to remember than the Seventy-Two Transformations!"

Yang Jian gave him a cold glance: "You're dull-witted, no need to memorize it, stand aside."

Wukong roared in anger: "Who are you calling dull?!"

"saying you."

"...Fine, I, Old Sun, won't learn it anymore, okay?!"

Only Tang Sanzang, with his head bowed and hands clasped together, heard every word clearly.

Three months later, he had cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to the peak of the sixth level.

That morning, he sat alone in the meditation room, closed his eyes and concentrated. His primordial spirit slowly emerged from the top of his head and transformed into a small, golden figure.

The little man looked around, then reached out and summoned a surge of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, which instantly coalesced into a brand new physical body. Its skin was as smooth as jade, and its features were exquisite, making it even more handsome than its old body.

He opened his eyes, looked down at his flat stomach, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

However, the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

That familiar, nauseating fetal movement came once again from the new flesh inside his belly, slight yet clear like a slap to his soul.

“…How is it possible…”

He staggered backward, knocking over the incense burner, scattering sandalwood incense everywhere.

The new body, still carrying the pregnancy.

He knelt on the ground, his hands gripping his neck tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, blood dripping down, yet he felt no pain.

He suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face: "Hahahaha... Heaven is going to destroy me! Heaven is going to destroy me!"

Before the laughter subsided, he suddenly grabbed the boundary knife on the table, held it to his neck, and said in a horribly hoarse voice, "Rather than this... I'd rather find a demon and make this humble monk die once! I'll die once and be reincarnated, and in my next life I'll be the pilgrim again!"

Just then, Sun Wukong pushed open the door and saw this scene. He was so frightened that he almost dropped his golden cudgel. He rushed forward and snatched the knife, shouting, "Master! You've gone mad!"

Tang Sanzang was pinned to the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering, "Wukong... I can't hold on any longer... I really can't hold on any longer..."

The four disciples remained silent for a long time before Yang Jian finally spoke up: "This matter is strange. The fetal energy can move with the primordial spirit, there must be a reason."

The holy monk should be patient for now; the journey to the west is not yet over, and the will of Heaven is unpredictable.

Tang Sanzang closed his eyes, two lines of tears sliding down his cheeks, but he finally nodded.

A few days later, in the capital of the Women's Kingdom.

The city gates opened wide, and the royal carriage and banners were displayed. The Queen of the Women's Kingdom personally led her civil and military officials out of the city for ten miles to welcome them.

The king was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. He wore a crimson gauze robe with a golden phoenix design, and his eyes were full of joy. Upon seeing Tang Sanzang, his eyes welled up with tears. He personally dismounted from his carriage, took Tang Sanzang's hand, and said, "Holy monk, your journey to the west has been arduous, filled with wind and frost. My heart aches for you."

"Today, by a blessed heaven, I entrust this vast land of Western Liang to the Holy Monk, to rule the state together with him, for eternity."

Tang Sanzang quickly withdrew his hand, clasped his hands together, and lowered his head: "Female benefactor, this humble monk is a monk..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pigsy had already squeezed forward, his big belly sticking out and his face all smiles: "Queen, Queen! My master is no good, he's too pure for women! How about me? I may be a bit ugly, but I'm good in bed! I'm a master at serving people! I guarantee you'll be very comfortable!"

The wedding attendant, a woman in her fifties, glanced at Pigsy's pig-like face and exclaimed in fright, "Ah!"

She screamed and stumbled back three steps, nearly falling.

Pigsy, however, became even more enthusiastic, twisting his waist as he leaned forward: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! I, Old Pig, may not have much else, but I'm honest and kind-hearted! If you, Queen, don't like me, that's fine too, I can perform a handstand bath for you every day..."

The Grand Tutor's face turned ashen. He flicked his sleeve, turned and left, shouting as he went, "Holy monk, you must not be bewitched by this filthy thing! I will go back and report to the Queen, and we will discuss a better plan!"

Pigsy stood there, scratching his head, and muttered, "What did I, Old Pig, do to deserve this...?"

Sun Wukong laughed so hard he almost fell over, while Yang Jian stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly, and only uttered a curt "Stupid pig."

As the sun sets, the lights of the inn flicker.

Tang Sanzang sat alone by the window, his hand on his still-protruding belly, his gaze piercing through the heavy night and looking towards the western sky.

There was a faint rumble of thunder there, as if the chanting of Buddhist hymns could be heard, yet it was as distant as a dream.

He murmured softly, "Buddha... how long do you intend for this humble monk to remain pregnant?"

At the summit of Danxue Mountain, the wind swirled up the clouds, as if invisible blades were slicing back and forth in the void.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on a broken sword. The sword had long been shattered into hundreds of pieces, but he still managed to suspend and piece it back together with invisible power. The sword reflected his figure, which had not moved for more than thirty years.

With black hair and a black robe, his features were sharply defined, but deep in his eyes lay a faint trace of weariness.

Thirty-seven years, four months, and nine days.

He remembers it perfectly clearly.

Ever since the time when the Dao Ancestor Hongjun merged with the Dao and broke the last incomplete seal between the Nine-Colored Realm and the Primordial Chaos Realm, a clear and melodious phoenix cry came from the depths of that passage, and nine-colored light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire Danxue Mountain.

At that moment, everyone knew that the Phoenix Clan of the Nine-Colored Realm had finally realized that the seal had been broken, and the vast, newly formed world of the Primordial Chaos Realm was now exposed to their greedy gaze. But thirty-seven years have passed, and apart from the occasional faint chirping from the other side of the passage, there has been no further movement.

Jiang Wang waited so long that he almost thought the other party might never come.

He looked down at his palm, where a gray bead floated silently—the Chaos Bead.

For thirty-seven years, he used his own strength, the great power of a sixth-level Saint, to nurture it day and night, but he was still unable to completely refine it, let alone make it truly recognize him as its master.

Whenever I probe into it with my divine sense, I feel as if I have fallen into an endless gray fog. It is as if there are countless eyes watching me in the fog, but I cannot grasp the slightest trace of them.

"Is it worth it...?"

He muttered to himself, his voice so low that he could barely hear it himself.

To guard this passage, he delegated most of the affairs of the Primordial Chaos Realm to Kong Xuan, Yang Chan, and others, while he himself remained firmly rooted in Danxue Mountain like a nail.

If the Phoenix Clan were to attack one day, he would be the first and most solid barrier.

But if they never come... then his thirty-seven years will have been wasted.

Just as I was feeling agitated, a faint fragrance drifted on the breeze, mixed with a very familiar scent of moonlight.

Jiang Wang slightly raised his eyes, his gaze traversing thousands of miles of void, landing on Yue Garden, which he had personally created deep within the hidden realm.

Yueyuan was built atop the highest spiritual mountain in the hidden realm, surrounded by a grand array of innate Ren water essence to isolate it from all external demonic interference.

The garden was filled with spiritual roots he had collected from all directions over the years: peaches, ginseng fruits, yellow plums, hibiscus trees... Each tree was bathed in the purest chaotic spiritual energy, its branches and leaves shimmering with light, and the fragrance of its fruits could almost instantly lead one to enlightenment.

In the very center of the garden, beneath the mother peach tree that blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature, a figure dressed in snow-white robes sits quietly cross-legged.

Chang'e.

For hundreds of thousands of years, she has almost never left Yueyuan.

After the Guanghan Palace shattered years ago, she was heartbroken and her love was severed. She asked Jiang Wang for a quiet place so that she could rebuild her Dao heart.

Jiang Wang then created this Yue Garden for her in the Hidden Realm and transplanted the Mother Peach Tree here, allowing her to absorb the essence of the peaches with the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to slowly heal her Dao injuries.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and she has already cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to the peak of the eighth revolution, only one step away.

At this moment, above Yue Garden, nine-colored rays of light soared into the sky, accompanied by the faint sounds of dragons and phoenixes singing in harmony. Every leaf of the Peach Mother Tree turned into pure gold, and on the trunk, extremely profound runes appeared and disappeared, which was the phenomenon of the ninth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

Jiang Wang flashed and arrived above Yue Garden.

He didn't land, but stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the white-clad figure below.

Around Chang'e, strands of moonlight transformed into tangible silver chains, firmly connecting her to the Peach Tree.

With each heartbeat, a massive amount of spiritual energy was absorbed into her body like a whale swallowing its prey, and then transformed into the purest physical power in the next instant.

Her skin gradually became crystal clear, like a piece of white jade that would break at the slightest touch. A full moon mark slowly appeared between her brows, seemingly containing both endless coldness and endless tenderness.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe a moment, maybe a day.

Chang'e's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

At that moment, throughout the vast Yue Garden, all the spiritual plants swayed simultaneously, and on the mother peach tree, nine of the most ripe peaches "snap."

With a thud, it fell to the ground, transforming into nine pure golden streams of light that entered between her brows.

Breakthrough.

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique, the ninth revolution.

Jiang Wang looked down at her, and the weariness in his eyes finally faded a little.

Chang'e looked up, her gaze piercing through the dense foliage, meeting his eyes from afar.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and her appearance seems unchanged, still with that aloof and moon-like look. However, deep in her eyes, one can no longer find any trace of the resentment and sorrow she once felt for being tormented by love.

Instead, there was a tranquility so clear it was almost transparent.

"Congratulations."

Jiang Wang's voice was low, with a very slight smile.

Chang'e stood up, her robes fluttering, and nodded slightly to him: "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for protecting me all these years."

Her voice was still cool and aloof, but it no longer kept people at arm's length.

Jiang Wang landed, standing three zhang in front of her. His gaze swept over the almost materialized moonlight aura surrounding her, and he nodded slightly: "You've completed the ninth transformation... How does it feel?"

Chang'e remained silent for a moment, as if contemplating the changes within herself. After a long while, she softly said, "Empty."

"null?"

"Love and affection are empty, attachments are empty, only the Great Way lies ahead."

She looked up at Jiang Wang, her voice as calm as an ancient well, "I once thought that Hou Yi was the greatest calamity of my life."

Only now do I realize that it was merely a self-imposed shackle due to my unstable Dao heart.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face: "So, you've completely let him go now?"

Chang'e gently shook her head: "What I let go of is love, not cause and effect."

She paused, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: "If I have the chance, I want to ask him in person... when he shot down nine suns that year, was it for the sake of the common people or for my sake?"

Jiang Wang's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not respond.

Chang'e suddenly smiled, a smile as faint as the wind across a lake, yet it sent a shiver down Jiang Wang's spine.

"Fellow Daoist, you need not worry about me."

She said, "At most three months, I can completely stabilize the power of the ninth revolution, and even... accumulate it to the peak, and break through to the Saint Realm in one fell swoop."

Jiang Wang finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you know where you should go after proving your Dao through force?"

Chang'e fell silent.

After a long silence, she said softly, "I don't know."

"After the ninth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique, one becomes a sage."

But what about above the sage level? What about after the sixth level of the sage realm? Having cultivated to this point, I've discovered that what lies ahead seems to be an endless darkness, without even a glimmer of light.

She looked up at the sky, her voice tinged with a faint sense of bewilderment: "I'm afraid that as I walk on, I'll forget why I'm walking in the first place."

Jiang Wang looked at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He suddenly remembered himself.

With his strength reaching the sixth level of the Saint Realm, he is undoubtedly the strongest person in the world today.

But he also couldn't see the road ahead.

The Chaos Pearl could not be completely refined, the system had not been updated for a long time, and even the so-called "Chaos Spiritual Treasure Upgrade Card" was missing.

It all seems like a joke that's out of reach.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a soft sigh. (End of this chapter)