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

The chaos that originally devoured everything was transformed back into pure and turbid energies by the reversal of Yin and Yang energies. Space was repaired, and even the breached boundary was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taiqing's clone's pupils shrank suddenly, revealing disbelief for the first time.

"The Great Yin-Yang Technique... Phoenix Ancestor?!"

In the center of the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, a blurry yet majestic phantom slowly emerged, which was none other than the Phoenix Ancestor.

He did not actually descend, but was merely a projection of his will, yet it caused the entire eastern edge of the wilderness to tremble.

The ancestor's gaze swept over the three Pure Ones' clones, carrying a hint of amazement, yet also a hint of coldness.

"Jiang Wang's little tricks are indeed extraordinary."

"If I hadn't been prepared, Feifei would have truly perished here today."

"But that's all."

"The primordial world... will soon be met with the wrath of my Phoenix Clan."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram suddenly shrank, engulfing the heavily injured Luo Feifei within it, and vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

With her cultivation level no longer suppressed, she could no longer pass through the Chaos Passage and could only temporarily hide in a secret realm somewhere in the prehistoric world to heal her injuries.

The phantom of the Phoenix Ancestor slowly dissipated the moment the words fell.

Heaven and earth returned to silence.

The three avatars of the Three Pure Ones exchanged a glance, each seeing the solemnity in the other's eyes.

This time, their victory was narrow.

If the Phoenix Ancestor hadn't failed to truly descend, and if Luo Feifei's cultivation hadn't been suppressed... the outcome today would truly be uncertain.

Deep in the Eastern Wilderness, in a hidden realm.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged under a primordial Fusang tree, his primordial energy surging like the tide.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, and saw the entire process of the battle just now.

"Phoenix Ancestor..."

Great Yin-Yang Technique…

Jiang Wang's voice was low and deep, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

He could clearly sense that the power contained within that phantom was far beyond his current understanding.

That was a terrifying existence that had truly touched upon the level of primordial chaos.

"The Primordial World... is in trouble."

Jiang Wang slowly stood up, gazing into the endless void.

Although he now has the Three Pure Ones' clones overseeing things and the Primordial Chaos Power exceeding 53 billion, his foundation is ultimately too shallow.

In terms of strength, he has absolutely no foundation.

While the principles of law have been developed, they are far from reaching their ultimate potential.

"The Great Path of Space..."

Jiang Wang whispered, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Nine Heavens! I will comprehend the Great Dao of Space to the Nine Heavens!"

"Only in this way can we have the strength to fight."

He took a deep breath, his figure gradually blurred, and he completely merged into the chaotic void deep within the hidden realm.

During this period of seclusion, he will spare no effort to break through to the next realm!

Beyond the primordial wilderness, within the Nine-Colored Realm.

The phantom of the Phoenix Ancestor solidified again, its gaze piercing through the boundary wall and looking towards the primordial world, a meaningful smile playing on its lips.

"Jiang Wang... I'd like to see how long you can hold out."

"Next time, it won't be Fei Fei."

Flames rolled, and murderous intent lurked beneath the surface.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged in the quiet room deepest within the Chaos Pearl. The chaotic energy around him flowed slowly like thick ink, enveloping his entire body completely, as if even time itself had been frozen by this hazy gas.

He held the Heaven-Devouring Gourd in his palm; it was entirely purplish-black with golden patterns hidden at the mouth. The runes on the surface of the gourd, which seemed to devour the heavens and the earth, were flashing on and off, as if they were breathing.

He flicked his fingertip, and the gourd plug slid open silently.

boom!
A vast and suffocating torrent of fortune burst forth from the gourd, rushing straight to the top of the Chaos Pearl. It was then forcibly suppressed by the Dao patterns on the pearl's surface, transforming into countless golden raindrops that fell all around him.

Every drop of rain that fell on his skin transformed into a mysterious, purplish-gold dragon of fortune, joyfully swirling through his meridians.

"18,000 portions of Heavenly Fortune... can be exchanged for 1,800 Yuan of Great Dao Merit."

Jiang Wang murmured softly, his voice echoing in the quiet room, carrying a hint of satiated languor.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the chaotic bead wall to the string of glaring numbers on the system panel.

【Great Merit: 741/∞】

741 yuan.

This is just a small fraction left over from when he had painstakingly increased the spatial laws from 1% to 56%.

In the past, this amount of merit wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap, but now... he smiled lightly and pointed his fingertip in the void.

"System, how much merit is needed to further improve the control over the laws of space?"

[Ding... Spatial Law Control 56% → 100%, requires 1244 Yuan of Great Dao Merit, current balance insufficient.]

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"Tsk."

Jiang Wang pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate and let out a very soft sneer.

He knew perfectly well that it wasn't enough, but he just happened to enjoy hearing the system's cold, hard word, "insufficient."

—It was as if reminding him that he was already rolling in money, but still lacked that final step.

He was about to pour all 1,800 yuan of merit into the spatial laws, piling it directly to perfection, when his fingertip was about to touch the exchange button—

hum!
Deep within the Chaos Pearl, the primordial will of the chaotic world, which had always been dormant, suddenly opened its eyes slightly, like a colossal beast that had been sleeping for countless ages.

A wisp of thought, vast, ancient, and immeasurably boundless, pierced through countless layers of chaotic barriers and the billions of restrictions he had personally laid out, falling silently into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"...Talent for the Great Dao?"

Jiang Wang paused, and a sudden burst of purple light flashed in his eyes.

That thought, without words, contained only a naked transaction:
Pay 1500 yuan for Great Dao Merit to get one chance to draw Great Dao Talent.

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[Note: The Great Dao Talent is bestowed by the origin of the Primordial Chaos Realm, never to be repeated, cannot be traded, and cannot be taken away.]

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For the first time, Jiang Wang's breathing stopped for a moment.

He knew better than anyone how precious the merits of the Great Way were.

That's something even sages would covet, and something that Hongjun (the supreme ruler of the empire) would secretly plunder.

While increasing his spatial law from 56% to 100% would certainly boost his combat power dramatically, it is ultimately only a quantitative increase.

The stacking.

As for the Great Dao talent... that's "quality".

His leap forward was the real trump card that allowed him to leave all his opponents behind and crush the entire prehistoric world.

He hardly hesitated.

"Change."

scoff!

One thousand five hundred yuan of Great Dao Merit was instantly withdrawn, and the numbers on the system panel jumped wildly before finally settling at [Great Dao Merit: 1041/∞].

The next instant, a strange rune, colorful yet imbued with chaotic energy, emerged from the void and slowly imprinted itself on his brow.

The rune resembled an ancient plowshare, or a miniature furnace, within which endless flames and primordial energy circulated.

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the Great Dao Talent - Soul of Treasure Refining (Beginner)]

【Soul of Treasure Refining (Beginner): Any spiritual treasure you refine will have its quality unconditionally increased by one major level (Acquired → Innate, Innate → Innate Spiritual Treasure, Innate Spiritual Treasure → Innate Supreme Treasure).

If it was originally of the highest quality, one to three restrictions can be added out of thin air, and there is a very low probability that an exclusive divine ability will be added.

Jiang Wang's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Upgrade to a higher level!

This means that what he lacks most right now is a high-quality spiritual treasure that can be quickly exchanged for experience points! The mountain of dragon corpses, ancestral dragon blood, and ancestral dragon bones he has can only be refined into top-tier acquired spiritual treasures at best. It would be considered a good deal if they were worth a lot when exchanging them for experience points.

But what if I could unconditionally level up by one major level...?

He could almost hear his heart pounding.

"Clone."

brush!
Forty clones identical to him appeared out of thin air, each carrying the same cold aura as his original body, and each bearing the same treasure-refining rune imprinted between their brows.

They all bowed to Jiang Wang in unison, their voices overlapping and carrying a strange resonance.

"Ontology."

Jiang Wang raised his hand and forty ancient dragon corpses appeared out of thin air. Each one was tens of thousands of feet long, with dense dragon scales, mountain-like dragon horns, and closed dragon eyes, yet it still exuded a pressure that would suffocate even a saint.

"You're in charge of the first forty-eight restrictions, the last one... I'll handle it."

Forty clones each sat cross-legged on a dragon corpse, their hands forming mysterious hand seals. Instantly, billions of flames rose from within the Chaos Pearl, and the Xuanhuang Qi cascaded down like a waterfall. The Heaven and Earth Furnace, Yin-Yang Fire, Samadhi Wind, Nine Heavens Breath Soil... all the top-tier auxiliary materials were mercilessly thrown in.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching everything, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

If he personally imprints forty-nine innate restrictions on these forty dragon corpses as the final step, these spiritual treasures will be upgraded from "acquired supreme grade".

It directly leaps to the level of "Innate Spiritual Treasure".

At that time, his experience points will increase exponentially, and his level, his laws, his Chaos Pearl... everything will undergo a true transformation.

Just as he was immersed in the impending festivities, three magnificent auras, so powerful they almost shook the pearl's walls, suddenly emanated from the depths of the Chaos Pearl!

boom! boom! boom!
Three thick, mountain-like golden beams of light pierced through the chaos and shot straight into the heavens!

Jiang Wang turned around abruptly, his eyes blazing with purple light.

"It's them……"

He took a step forward, and his figure appeared inside the core cave of the Chaos Pearl.

There, three figures were slowly opening their eyes amidst endless golden light.

The man on the far left, dressed in flowing white robes, with a vermilion dot between his brows, long hair cascading down like a waterfall, and a green sword hanging at his waist, exuding a soaring sword intent, was none other than Li Bai.

The man in the middle, dressed in a black close-fitting outfit, with short hair like steel needles, bulging muscles, and veins bulging on his arms like two real dragons coiling around him, was none other than the disciple surnamed Guo—Guo Polu.

On the far right was a tall, slender young man in purple robes. His face was handsome but carried a hint of gloom, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss. He held an ancient book in his hand. He was none other than Du Wudao, a disciple surnamed Du.

The three opened their eyes simultaneously, their gazes piercing through the endless void, landing on Jiang Wang. Then, without prior arrangement, they all knelt on one knee, their voices booming like thunder:
"Disciple Li Bai (Guo Polu, Du Wudao) greets Master!"

"We have lived up to our master's expectations and have proven our Dao through strength, becoming Saints of Strength!"

Jiang Wang looked at the three of them, a rare hint of relief appearing in his eyes.

The path of the Sage of Strength... one of the most difficult paths to traverse since the beginning of time.

The three of them actually used the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, Kunpeng Technique, and Devouring Heaven Demon Technique he left behind as a foundation within the Chaos Pearl to forcefully break through the Heavenly Dao and attain sainthood!

"it is good."

He uttered just one word, yet it made all three of them tremble simultaneously, their eyes reddening.

"Get up."

Jiang Wang raised his hand, and the three of them felt an irresistible force lifting them up.

"You came just in time."

Jiang Wang spoke calmly, “The primordial world is in turmoil. The remnants of the Witch Clan, the remnants of the Demon Clan, and the rebels of the Heavenly Realm are all putting up a stubborn resistance.”

"I want the three of you to go to Jambudvipa, Uttarakuru, and Purvavideha respectively."

"Cleanse all the remaining members of the witch clan, the demon clan, and the celestial realm..."

"Not one left."

The pupils of all three contracted simultaneously.

Li Bai was the first to raise his eyes, his voice tinged with drunkenness but unable to conceal his murderous intent: "Master, rest assured, in the Southern Continent... there will be no one left alive."

Guo Polu grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "The Wu tribe of Beiju Luzhou can be taken down by this disciple with a single punch."

Du Wudao simply closed the ancient book in his hand, his voice cold: "The remnants of the Heavenly Court in Dongsheng Divine Continent... I will show you what it means to wish you were dead."

Jiang Wang nodded slightly, then suddenly added, "Pangu... might make a move."

The three of them froze.

Jiang Wang simply smiled faintly: "If he dares to stop me... I will personally beat him until he never dares to step out of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss again."

"You, just keep killing."

The three of them kowtowed in unison: "We obey our Master's decree!"

brush!brush!brush!
Three golden beams burst through the Chaos Pearl and headed straight for the three continents.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the endless void and landing on the Ancestral Dragon Abyss in the far distance.

There, a towering figure, as majestic as a mountain, cleaved through millions of dragon corpses with a single axe strike, dragon blood raining down and staining the entire abyss crimson.

The figure looked up, as if sensing something, and gazed over from afar.

Their gazes met in the void, sparks flying.

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, his lips moving silently.

Pangu understood.

Those two words are—

"Wait."

……

Below the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

Pangu Hall.

With a single axe stroke, Pangu cleaved an ancient ancestral dragon in two, and then tightened the reins even more on the dying purple-gold holy dragon, which was bound to his waist by dragon tendons.

The sacred dragon let out an extremely mournful roar, its scales shattered, and blood gushed out.

"Noisy."

Pangu snorted coldly, and the golden light of Heavenly Dao Merit fell again, adding three hundred Yuan of Great Dao Merit to his account. He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Suddenly, twelve rough and violent auras descended from the void.

"Pangu!!"

The leader, the Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang, had bloodshot eyes and a voice like a million thunderclaps: "My people, the Witch Clan, are being slaughtered! Can you find out who did it?!"

Pangu slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the tired and angry faces of the twelve ancestral witches, and said calmly, "Hongjun."

"what?!"

Zhu Rong, with the most fiery temper, immediately spewed out a mouthful of lava, yelling, "That old bastard dares to—"

"go!"

Dijiang gritted his teeth, "Go to Zixiao Palace! If I don't tear that old man Hongjun's heart out today, I'll write my name Dijiang backwards!"

Pangu suddenly spoke at this moment, his voice deep and resonant: "You may go to Zixiao Palace."

"But the four human saints must guard the Xuanhuang Realm passage to the death."

"If the dragons attack, you must not retreat even half a step."

"Whoever retreats even one person will have their entire clan exterminated."

"Those who abandon their race... I will personally annihilate the human race."

The projections of four human saints appeared outside the hall: Fuxi, Nuwa, Shennong, and Xuanyuan. They all bowed their heads and said, "We obey the decree of the Creator God!"

Pangu fell silent, but simply looked up and gazed in the direction of the primordial wilderness.

There stood a figure in white, hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Pangu gripped the axe that had created the heavens tightly.

A murderous intent surged across the axe blade. (End of Chapter)