Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1804 The Child of the Mysterious Realm

Sun Wukong seemed very impatient, scratching his head and cheeks. He glanced at the young woman and saw her looking devout, muttering some kind of prayer in a mysterious way. Then she put all her bracelets, necklaces, and earrings into a small box. The box didn't look big, but its internal space could actually expand and contract at will.

After letting go of all her "obsessions," the woman stepped aside with a holy expression. The Venerable One and his disciples looked at Sun Wukong with eyes full of encouragement.

Sun Wukong first removed his golden chainmail and put it in the box, while the middle-aged Venerable One smiled.

Knowing that this wasn't enough, the monkey quickly took off its phoenix-winged purple-gold crown and put it in the box as well. This time, without looking at the Venerable One, it felt that its sincerity was not enough, so it also took off its lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes and put them in the box.

The Venerable One continued to smile, his eyes filled with admiration.

Sun Wukong took out his golden cudgel, but paused before putting it into the box.

The Venerable One's voice rang in his ears: "Let go. Only by letting go can you..."

"Only then can I see you clearly, you monster!"

The confusion and hesitation on Sun Wukong's face vanished instantly. He suddenly sprang into action, smashing the middle-aged Venerable into a bloody pulp with a single blow. Then, he swung his golden cudgel, sweeping it around, blasting young women and old scholars alike to pieces.

It is worth mentioning that, having lost their human form, these beings, whose essence was still that of chaotic creatures, only revealed their original form for less than a breath before turning into ashes under the influence of some kind of rule.

Sun Wukong laughed loudly: "My good grandsons, you're all so easily defeated? I, old Sun, have wasted my time putting on this show for you! Sigh!"

He charged into the area with the most living creatures.

The struggle on Yang Jian's face disappeared, and he decisively drew his axe and began hacking in another direction.

Wherever the two went, they left behind only a trail of black mud of unknown origin.

Nezha didn't know why they changed their original plan, nor did he have time to think about it. He picked up the Demon-Slaying Spear and began to slaughter the nearby creatures.

All three were primordial killing gods; once they unleashed their full power, they could wipe out all the creatures inside the White Tower in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Many chaotic creatures tried to resist, but as soon as they revealed their true chaotic form, they were quickly erased by some powerful force, like an eraser.

"Pah! You think you can fool me, Old Sun?!" Sun Wukong spat on the Venerable One's corpse to express his disdain.

He whistled, and soon a large number of monkeys wielding golden cudgels rushed out from all directions. He laughed loudly, and all the monkeys turned into hairs and returned to his body. At the same time, he received the information gleaned by his hair clones.

"Monkey, why did you suddenly make a move?" Nezha asked, puzzled.

Sun Wukong chuckled: "The previous plan won't work. This place is chaotic. The more chaotic it is, the more information we can gather! The three of us, each going in a different direction, will definitely create more chaos and be more effective."

In terms of martial arts, he might not be able to surpass Yang Jian and Nezha, and he is far inferior in philosophical discussions, alchemy, and formations. However, he is very skilled at creating chaos, having once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

When he wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he was all alone and frequently used feints and diversions, which was quite troublesome. Now that he has two helpers, it's much easier.

Nezha looked around, pondered Sun Wukong's method, and realized that his previous ideas were too conservative.

The three of them weren't suited for the meticulous work of reconnaissance; murder and arson were their forte, and the act of sabotage was, for them, reconnaissance. "What's your opinion, Brother Yang?"

"I'm fine with anything."

"Then let's split up!"

New Wa Palace.

Deng Chanyu analyzed the intelligence gathered by the "Three Idiots" point by point.

"There are seven known levels. The beings on the first level believe they are guilty and are atoning for their sins every day. The beings on the second level must abide by many rules and must observe etiquette. Hehe, so that's the structure. I understand now."

Nuwa hadn't had much interaction with the Chaos Demon God. Now, after taking the intelligence, she pretended to look at it for a while under Qingluan's expectant gaze, but actually couldn't analyze anything.

She winked at Qingluan, meaning, "Go ahead and ask. I'll just listen to the analysis and won't bother with this."

Qingluan could only manage a dry laugh: "Ayu, what have you thought of? What should we do now?"

Deng Chanyu pointed to the intelligence report and said, "Nezha and the others have just arrived at the third level. It's hard to say if their plans are too meticulous, but I have already seen through the background of the first two Chaos Demons."

If I'm not mistaken, the first level corresponds to the Demon God of Sin. The heavier the sins of the beings, the stronger His power. The second level should be the Demon God of Punishment, who has created a whole bunch of messy laws to punish these beings. He's nitpicky; no matter how law-abiding you are, He can find fault with you. Information on the third level is limited, so I won't discuss that for now.
In fact, they took a shortcut. All their understanding of time and space, all their constructions related to order, actually originated from the memory of a deceased person. They built this mysterious realm on the foundation of that memory.

Her pause made Qingluan hesitate, unsure whether she should continue to ask. After all, she was a saint; would it be impolite of her to press her for an answer?

Nuwa then winked and made faces, indicating that she would continue to ask questions.

"Who is that...who is that old friend?"

Deng Chanyu sighed: "Haotian."

"Sun Wukong, have you come to save me?" A boy who looked about seven or eight years old asked with an air of maturity, looking up at him.

"Whose child are you?" Sun Wukong blinked and carefully examined the boy with his Fiery Eyes of Truth, but he couldn't tell whether the boy in front of him was alive or dead.

The boy scoffed, "Your Fiery Eyes are nothing more than a product of the accumulated medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir; they're hardly any kind of supernatural ability."

Considering his own situation, he lowered his stance slightly: "I have never mistreated you in the past. You wanted to be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, so I made you the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. You overthrew the Peach Garden and made a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace, repaying kindness with enmity. You owe me a debt of karma."

Sun Wukong finally realized who the boy in front of him was, and he exclaimed in surprise, "You are...you are the Jade Emperor? How did you get here? And why have you become so small?"

He speaks without any restraint, asking whatever comes to mind.

The boy was extremely embarrassed, his face turning red with anger, and it took him a while to calm down.

"My true body is trapped somewhere here; only a part of my primordial spirit escaped using a secret technique." He said directly in a commanding tone, "Quickly return to the Primordial World, go to the Heavenly Court, find the Jade Emperor, and tell her my news. Tell her to go to the Purple Cloud Palace for help. Do not hesitate, go immediately!"

(End of this chapter)