Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1704 If I call your name, will you dare to answer?
More than a dozen Sun Wukongs moved in perfect unison, their golden cudgels emitting countless rays of light, determined to smash the imposter in front of them.

The shadowy figure showed no weakness.

The shadowy figure's body exists between reality and illusion, and not a single hair can be pulled out. However, with a sway of its shoulder, a clone can emerge from its own shadow. The clone and the original body then perform hand seals and chant incantations, resulting in a trend of two becoming four, four becoming eight, and eight becoming sixteen.

The magical properties of his clones are all different; this one is of the metal element, that one is of the wood element, there are those who can control lightning, those who can control hurricanes, and so on.

These clones are not only skilled in using the Five Elements magic, but they are also extremely proficient, as if they have cultivated for thousands or tens of thousands of years. When they use flames, they are standard Samadhi True Fire, and when they create whirlwinds, they are Samadhi Divine Wind.

With wind, fire, thunder, and lightning all attacking, Sun Wukong's hair clones were instantly destroyed, and after a moment, all the magic washed away, leaving only his original body on the scene.

"You demon monkey, do you now know how powerful your grandpa Sun is? This is the profound truth of the Great Dao that your grandpa Sun comprehended after being imprisoned under the Flaming Mountain for five hundred years!"

Sun Wukong was so angry his nose almost twisted out of shape. When did I get imprisoned under the Flaming Mountain? It was the Five Elements Mountain that imprisoned me!

This was ultimately dishonorable, and he had no interest in arguing about it. He shouted and conjured up even more hair clones, which swung their clubs and struck fiercely.

One possessed exquisite magic, the other had superb martial arts skills; they quickly exchanged over fifty blows.

Sun Wukong was very worried about Zhu Bajie. The original plan was for the Jade Rabbit to protect Tang Sanzang, while Zhu Bajie would lure the God of Poverty to the depths of the Flaming Mountains. Ideally, the God of Poverty and the monsters in the Flaming Mountains would fight each other like dogs. If that wasn't possible, Sun Wukong would trap the God of Poverty with rocks, mud, or something else. That would complete the mission.

I never expected that such a big change would occur at Flaming Mountain.

The monkey glanced out of the corner of his eye towards the Flaming Mountain. At that moment, Hua Guang set the mountain ablaze, and the flames were so intense that they could be seen from over a hundred miles away. The mountain had become a veritable volcano.

Pigsy is all talk and no action. Even Sun Wukong would be in trouble facing such a massive flame. Pigsy? He's probably roasted now, isn't he?
Despite Pigsy's occasional quips and attempts to sow discord among his disciples, Sun Wukong still didn't want him to die a horrible death here.

He was extremely anxious, but the shadowy figure was ruthless and he couldn't deal with the guy in a short time.

At the critical moment, the Bull Demon King arrived on a cloud with Princess Iron Fan: "Brother! I've come to help you!"

Sun Wukong was taken aback at first, then overjoyed: "Brother Bull, this demon is tough! Come and help me!"

He was always kind to his old friends, both to Ma Liang and to the Bull Demon King.

As for the fact that the Bull Demon King hadn't visited him for hundreds of years, that was irrelevant. Deep down, he didn't want his old friend to see him in such a disheveled state.

The Bull Demon King wielded a large sword and instantly shattered more than ten of the black shadow's clones. Over the years, he had indeed trained hard in order to avenge Hua Guang. At this moment, he swung his sword wildly, and his martial arts and magical power were not much inferior to Sun Wukong's.

"Uncle, I'll come to your aid too!" Princess Iron Fan controlled the direction of her banana leaf fan and with a powerful wave, the hurricane tore apart more than a hundred of the shadowy figures.

"Sister-in-law? I am very polite. This demon has extraordinary powers, so please be careful."

The shadowy figure's Five Elements magic was extremely powerful, but even the most powerful magic has its limits. Facing three opponents alone, even though the Bull Demon King and his wife weren't using their full strength, he couldn't hold on and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

"The demon monkey and the demon ox are indeed quite capable. Watch my old Sun's skills!" The shadowy figure used the same trick again, but this time it released not spores, but a gray mist like smog.

This thing is boundless and has a pleasant fragrance. Its magical power slowly increases, but after smelling it a second time, one feels dizzy and weak in the hands and feet.

Upon smelling this odor, Sun Wukong's past memories were awakened: "Brother, sister-in-law, be careful! This is the poison from the Eight Trigrams Furnace!" No matter how heaven-defying Laozi's alchemy skills were, poison still existed, although the amount of toxin was actually very, very small.

Even if the quantity is small, it will still exist eventually.

No one in Heaven dared to investigate the safety hazards posed by Laozi, and Jinjiao and Yinjiao had no awareness of safety in production. Over time, the poison accumulated little by little, and the amount of erysipelas became quite large.

The fact that these poisonous substances could survive in the Bagua Furnace for hundreds of millions of years speaks volumes about their tenacity and potency.

Sun Wukong suffered a lot in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, mostly from the fire of both civil and martial arts, and a small part from the poison of the pills.

He and the Bull Demon King, these two warriors, had no good way to deal with the poison. It was something that the Eight Trigrams Furnace hadn't been able to melt even after burning for millions of years. Did they think they could withstand it with their bodies? The two of them retreated together, with Princess Iron Fan holding her banana leaf fan in front of them.

When the smog came, she would fan herself.

"Sister-in-law, the fog is coming soon! Quick, fan it!"

"Sister-in-law, don't hold back! Use your strength! Use your strength!"

"Sister-in-law"

Sun Wukong kept urging him on.

Princess Iron Fan wasn't exactly known for her good temper either. She whirled around, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What are you saying, standing behind me like that? Don't I know I need to fan you? I'm just too tired!"
This is a magical artifact she refined; outsiders can only use some basic functions.

Sun Wukong didn't believe it and took the fan to blow it twice. He felt that the fog opposite him was like some kind of metal, extremely heavy. He used all his strength and could only blow the fog away for more than ten miles. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the fog that he had blown away returned on its own.

Just as he was becoming extremely anxious, an old man's voice called out from the clouds above: "Sun Wukong!"

Back in Pingdingshan, the Monkey King and Silver Horn had played this trick on each other several times, calling each other "Sun Xingzhe," "Zhe Xing Sun," and "Xing Zhe Sun," until the Monkey King got tired of it.

The monkey, with its rich experience, lowered its head and remained silent.

The shadowy figure on the other side, who had no experience fighting Golden Horn or Silver Horn, shouted, "Grandpa is here!"

With a "whoosh," his body transformed into a stream of light and was put into the Purple-Gold Red Gourd by Laozi. After shaking it twice, it quickly fell silent.

Upon seeing this powerful figure arrive, the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan immediately bowed down, displaying extreme respect.

Sun Wukong, however, said nonchalantly, "Old man, is this another one of your servants who secretly escaped from the Tushita Heaven to the mortal realm?"

Laozi laughed and said, "You little monkey, I'm here to help you, and you're the one who's accusing me first? Don't you know where this demon comes from?"

Sun Wukong smiled. He probably guessed it too. It was probably that part of his own spirituality was melted out by the Eight Trigrams Furnace, mixed with the poison in the furnace. When he kicked over the Eight Trigrams Furnace, it went down to the mortal world along with some of the furnace fire and became the Flaming Mountain here.

If Pigsy hadn't been running around with Ma's broom, getting into all sorts of bad luck and causing the shadowy figure to act impulsively, this guy might have remained hidden for who knows how many more years.

(End of this chapter)