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

In the capital of the Women's Kingdom, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and tiny dewdrops clung to the glazed tiles, refracting a rainbow of light under the rising sun.

Deep within the palace, golden silk curtains hung low, and the fragrance of sandalwood wafted, carrying the lingering, enchanting scent of the previous night.

When Jiang Wang opened his eyes, he felt a heavy weight on his chest, as if a piece of red-hot coal was pressing on his heart, or as if a damp, cold mist was swirling and churning in his internal organs, trying to break out of his body.

He slowly sat up, his dark monk's robe slipping off his shoulders to reveal a strange vermilion mark on his chest. The mark was spreading at a visible speed, like a vine or a vein, meandering beneath his skin.

He glanced down at it, his fingertips tracing the mark. It was slightly warm to the touch, but there was no pain, only a chilling sense of "life."

He felt as if something inside him had opened its eyes.

"Countless eons..."

He murmured a phrase, his fingertips forming a mudra, and golden Sanskrit characters bloomed from between his brows, transforming into countless tiny golden rays that pierced into the red mark.

The red mark trembled violently, like a snake that had been scalded, and instantly retreated deep into its lower abdomen.

Jiang Wang let out a long breath, his forehead already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Light footsteps echoed outside the palace, the beaded curtain rustled softly, and the Queen of the Women's Kingdom appeared in a crimson phoenix robe, her head adorned with a nine-tailed golden hairpin, the tiny golden bells on the hairpin jingling.

She carried a white jade tray with a small gilded cup on it. The medicine in the cup was a pale gold color, with wisps of steam rising from it, and a faint aroma of ambergris.

"Brother Imperial Brother,"

The Queen's voice was so gentle it could melt water, her eyes sparkling with the lingering passion of the previous night. "You're awake? This is a medicine I specially prepared for you to prevent miscarriage. It uses the thousand-year-old snow lotus from the Western Liang Snow Mountain, the reverse scale blood from the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, and my own heart's blood as a guide. The three ingredients combined can ensure... the safety of the child in your womb."

She spoke very softly, as if afraid of startling something, but her phoenix eyes were fixed on Jiang Wang's face, afraid of missing even the slightest expression on his face.

Jiang Wang raised his eyes, his gaze as calm as still water, yet it sent a shiver down the Queen's spine.

"Queen,"

His voice was low and hoarse, but every word was clear: "What this humble monk needs is an abortifacient, not a pregnancy-stabilizing medicine."

The queen's fingertips trembled, and the gilded cup nearly spilled.

She quickly composed herself, forcing a smile, but her eyes welled up with tears: "How could you be so heartless, Brother Yu? We...we were husband and wife last night, that child is our flesh and blood..."

"It is against natural law and ethics for a man to become pregnant."

Jiang Wang slowly stood up, his monk's robe falling down to cover the still faintly painful red mark. "This fetus is a demonic fetus. If it is kept, it will surely bring great calamity."

If the Queen truly has compassion, she may bestow upon this humble monk a dose of abortifacient medicine; this humble monk would be eternally grateful.

The Queen bit her lower lip, her nails almost digging into her palm.

She never had abortion pills. Last night's statement, "This country has plenty of abortion pills,"...

It was just a lie to lure him into the game, and now that he's seriously questioning her, how can she possibly produce it?
The morning bell outside the palace rang out softly. Suddenly, the Queen had a flash of inspiration and said gently, "Brother, don't be anxious. This abortion medicine... does exist, but it is extremely potent. It needs to be taken for three consecutive days to slowly dispel the fetal energy."

If you force yourself to take it all at once, it will damage your vital energy.

"I couldn't bear to see you suffer, so I thought I'd give you some medicine to stabilize the pregnancy first, and then slowly administer abortion pills. Is that alright?"

She spoke with such sincerity that she almost believed it herself.

Jiang Wang stared at her quietly for a long time, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate her heart.

The Queen's heart pounded as she looked at him, and she almost knelt down to beg for mercy, but he said calmly, "If that's the case, then so be it, Your Majesty."

However, this humble monk is heavily pregnant and not in a good physical condition. Therefore, it is inconvenient for me to appear at today's abdication ceremony, lest I become a laughingstock.

The Queen was overjoyed, yet secretly resented his slippery nature.

She had originally planned to announce at today's abdication ceremony, in front of all the civil and military officials and the pilgrims on their journey to the West, that "the Emperor's younger brother would be made a prince consort and abdicate in favor of the Emperor."

Once the deed is done, he won't be able to leave even if he wants to.

Now that he's using this as an excuse, even if she has a thousand ways to do it, she can't force a pregnant monk to go to the imperial palace.

“What my elder brother says is true,”

She forced a smile, but tears actually fell, making her stunningly beautiful face even more pitiful. "Then let's wait three more days, until you're feeling better, then I'll hold the abdication ceremony for you, okay?"

Jiang Wang nodded slightly, which was considered an agreement.

The Queen personally served the "pregnancy-stabilizing medicine".

He held it to his lips, lowered his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.

The herbal decoction tastes slightly sweet at first, but a fishy aftertaste hits the lower abdomen.

He frowned almost imperceptibly, but said nothing.

The Queen felt a sense of relief when she saw him drink it.

She reached out to touch his slightly protruding belly, but he subtly turned away to avoid it.

The queen's fingertips hovered in mid-air before she awkwardly withdrew them, hiding them in her wide sleeves, her nails almost drawing blood.

"Brother, please rest well. I will go and prepare lunch for you."

She forced a smile, but as she turned away, a sinister glint flashed in her eyes.

Three days is enough.

She refused to believe that this heartless monk could remain unmoved after spending three days and nights together!
The palace returned to silence.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on the couch, his palms clasped together, and a golden chakra slowly rotated behind him, bathing the entire palace in a solemn and precious light.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, looking inward at his dantian. He saw a ball of nine-colored demonic flames churning wildly in his lower abdomen. Deep within the flames, a small phoenix phantom was taking shape. Its beak was sharp, and its wings were not yet spread, but it already possessed the power to burn the heavens.

"Nine-Colored Realm... Nirvana Phoenix..."

He murmured softly, his voice devoid of emotion, "I see."

Meanwhile, beneath the Ancestral Dragon Abyss, outside the ten-thousand-foot-deep Xuanhuang Realm passage, wind and sand howled, and killing intent surged like a tide.

Four imposing figures stood side by side, their robes fluttering in the wind, yet their auras were as deep and imposing as mountains.

These are the four contemporary Holy Emperors of the human race: Fuxi of the Eastern Emperor Realm, Shennong of the Southern Zhanbu Continent, Xuanyuan of the Western Niuhe Continent, and Gonggong of the Northern Julu Continent.

The four figures exuded a powerful aura, completely sealing off the passage. Behind them stood hundreds of millions of elite human troops, their banners blotting out the sky and their swords and halberds like a forest.

Suddenly, a golden beam of light ripped open in the void, and King Tang, dressed in a black-gold dragon robe, landed in front of the four with a look of urgency on his face. Before he could even bow, he exclaimed, "Four Holy Emperors, something terrible has happened!"

Fuxi slightly opened his third eye between his brows and said calmly, "Is it a dramatic change in the primordial world?"

King Tang took a deep breath, his voice trembling: "The three lords, Li Bai, Guo Ziyi, and Du Fu... seemingly proved their Dao through force, slaughtering countless remnants of the Wu and Yao clans and the remaining inhabitants of the Heavenly Court! Pangu, the Heavenly King, attempted to stop them, but was defeated in a single move by a woman claiming to be from the Phoenix Clan of the Nine-Colored Realm, and fled in disarray to Chaos. That woman declared that she would bring the Primordial World under the Phoenix Clan's jurisdiction... And the three lords, Li Bai, Guo Ziyi, and Du Fu, have already personally arrived above Xiniu Hezhou, carrying only one message—"

He paused, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Humans, it's time to go home."

Upon hearing this, all four Holy Emperors fell silent.

After a long silence, Shennong sighed and said, "If that's really the case, wouldn't the human race become traitors to the primordial world, condemned by everyone?"

King Tang suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse yet resounding: "Traitor? When has the Primordial World ever treated humanity kindly! During the Lich War, humanity was used as a pawn. In the great war between the two races, corpses littered the fields, and eight or nine out of ten of those who returned to the Yellow Springs were our human sons! In the Investiture of the Gods, the Heavenly Court conscripted human warriors to fill the void, and not one in ten survived! Dragon-Han, Dao-Demon, Immortal-God... in which calamity wasn't our human race's blood flowing like rivers? Now, after finally managing to catch our breath for several huiyuan in the Xuanhuang Realm, the Primordial World wants us to go back and be their slaves? On what grounds!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, almost spitting out blood: "Lord Li Bai said that the Phoenix Clan woman is 'one of our own.' If that's the case, why doesn't the human race follow the will of Heaven and the will of the people, and take advantage of this upheaval to return to our primordial homeland and reclaim the Eastern Continent, Southern Continent, Western Continent, and Northern Continent! From then on, our race will stand at the pinnacle of the primordial world, and who will dare to bully our human race even a fraction of a cent?!"

Xuanyuan gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, the blade humming as if it too was angry.

Gonggong said in a low voice, "But if the entire clan truly migrates back, how will we settle the hundreds of millions of people in the Xuanhuang Realm? Can the Ancestral Dragon Abyss passage withstand such a large-scale migration? The Dragon Clan..."

Before the words were finished, a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly came from the depths of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss!
The dragon's roar was desolate, angry, and sorrowful, carrying the resentment and killing intent of countless years, causing the entire void to crack inch by inch.

The hundreds of millions of human soldiers outside the passage all paled, and countless those with low cultivation levels coughed up blood and knelt on the ground.

The four Holy Emperors simultaneously looked up, their pupils shrinking sharply—

Deep within the darkness of the abyss, a pair of golden dragon eyes, each the size of a lantern, slowly lit up, reflecting the shadows of the human army deep within them.

The new Dragon Emperor has arrived.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, the sea of ​​blood churned, and the roar of dragons shook the heavens.

High above, four imperial figures stood in mid-air, their auras vast and powerful, yet they could not conceal the weariness and helplessness between their brows.

The central emperor, Ji Xuanhuang, who was at the head of the group, held a broken Xuanhuang Mother Qi Bell, which was covered with cracks and emitted a faint mournful sound.

He gazed down at the purple-gold dragon that was hundreds of millions of miles long. Its head was raised high, and its purple-gold scales reflected a dazzling cold light in the chaotic airflow. With a roar, hundreds of millions of miles of void turned into dust.

"Gentlemen... are you still able to fight?"

Ji Xuanhuang's hoarse voice echoed far and wide.

The other three pseudo-holy emperors remained silent.

The Eastern Emperor Qinghua gave a bitter smile, the green wooden imperial staff in his hand already broken in half; the Southern Emperor Chiming's Fire God Crown was dim and the flames were about to go out; the Western Emperor Bai Ze's Bai Ze Scroll was only left with the last corner, and the phantom of the divine beast on the scroll was almost transparent; the Northern Emperor Xuanming's Black Lotus Throne was shattered into twelve petals, each petal stained with blood.

The four of them forcibly attained pseudo-sainthood by relying on the scattered Hunyuan Pills that Jiang Wang had left behind. They seemed to be awe-inspiring in the prehistoric world, but in reality, their foundations were weak. Even when they joined forces, they could not suppress a real purple-gold holy dragon.

Below, the dragon army stretched across the void in a dark mass, numbering over five thousand golden quasi-saint dragons with gleaming scales and claws that tore through the starry sky. Among them were nine purple-gold saint dragons leading the charge, their dragon might overwhelming, their purple-gold dragon fire burning the heavens, as if they were about to completely melt the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

"Humans... are nothing special."

The leading purple-gold dragon spoke in human language, its voice booming like billions of divine thunderbolts, "If you do not retreat, I will turn this Xuanhuang Realm into a Dragon Abyss!"

Ji Xuanhuang took a deep breath and finally slowly closed his eyes.

"retreat."

A single word, spoken with utmost softness, yet carrying with it endless humiliation and desolation.

The four pseudo-saint emperors simultaneously tore through the void, their figures flashing as they disappeared at the edge of the Xuanhuang Realm, leaving only afterimages and scattered imperial blood that slowly dissipated in the chaotic airflow.

They retreated very quickly, but they were not without saying a word.

The voice of the Great Emperor Qinghua echoed from afar, tinged with self-mockery: "Great Dao merit... fifty Quasi-Saint Golden Dragons for one Yuan, one Purple-Gold Saint Dragon for fifty Yuan, and one thousand five hundred Yuan for Great Dao talent... We've painstakingly besieged and killed for hundreds of years, and we've only accumulated nine Yuan. We're miles away from one thousand five hundred Yuan..."

The Crimson Heavenly Emperor's voice was filled with resentment: "If that Sage Jiang were here, things wouldn't have come to this!"

Emperor Bai Ze sighed, "Sage Jiang has long since transcended worldly affairs, so why would he help us... Never mind, never mind."

The Xuanming Emperor's last words were almost a murmur: "The Dragon Clan... is ultimately one of the destined protagonists, while we... are nothing but ants."

The sound faded into the distance, and the four emperors vanished completely.

The billions of beings in the Xuanhuang Realm looked up at the sky and felt that the world was shrouded in darkness, as if their last glimmer of hope had been taken away.

The dragon army roared with cheers, golden dragons circled, purple-gold holy dragons raised their heads, dragon fire burned the sky, and dragon claws cracked the earth, as if they would completely devour this broken realm in the next instant.

At this moment.

A faint, yet seemingly timeless figure appeared silently in the sky above the Xuanhuang Realm.

The man, dressed in a blue robe, stood with his hands behind his back. His robes fluttered even without wind, and his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. A faint trace of blood was visible between his brows. It was Jiang Wang.

He looked down at the dragon army below, then looked up at the edge of the sky, which was now completely empty, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Nine Yuan Merit... Ha."

He spoke softly to himself, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every dragon.

Countless golden dragons suddenly raised their heads, their pupils shrinking; the nine purple-gold holy dragons let out a deafening roar in unison, their bodies instinctively tensing, their scales standing on end, and their purple-gold dragon fire surging wildly, as if facing a natural enemy.

Jiang Wang merely glanced at them indifferently.

In that instant, all the dragons felt a bone-chilling cold rising from the deepest part of their dragon souls, as if, if he so desired, in the blink of an eye, all the dragons in the entire world would be reduced to ashes.

But he didn't make a move.

He simply raised his hand and made a gentle gesture.

Buzz

The void trembled, and an invisible wave spread out, enveloping the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

The next instant, all the dragons felt a blur before their eyes, and when they looked again, the figure in green had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Only the nine-headed purple-gold holy dragons' pupils contracted sharply. They clearly felt a gaze sweeping over them from a great distance, as if saying: You, continue.

The dragon army was stunned for a moment, then let out an even more arrogant dragon roar and frantically attacked the Xuanhuang Realm barrier, as if to vent the fear they had just experienced.

And in the farthest reaches, in the depths of chaos.

Jiang Wang's figure slowly appeared.

He looked down at his palm, where a faint golden light flashed and disappeared – the merit of the Great Dao.

"More than five thousand golden quasi-saint dragons, nine purple-gold saint dragons... According to them, there should be at least five hundred and ninety yuan of merit."

His tone was calm, yet tinged with coldness, "But I only received... one hundred yuan." (End of Chapter)