I start by accepting Sun Wukong as my disciple and reshape the Journey to the West

Chapter 173 Intelligence
Qin Qiong looked at Li Bai drinking the fine wine, and his body staggered. Everyone present vanished.

"This poem is not yours. No one would call themselves by their own name. This poem is not yours, is it?" Brahma revealed himself, but having just experienced the "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" ritual, he could not regain his youthful appearance. He questioned loudly.

"Yes, it's not mine! When the teacher gave me that thick book of poems, some of them I had to memorize, and some I was just supposed to study. If I could memorize them, I could, and if I couldn't, I wouldn't. But this one mentioned my name, so I memorized it."

As Li Bai stood up, the barrier here began to gradually dissipate. Brahma stared intently at Li Bai, as if trying to completely imprint Li Bai's image into his mind.

"I will remember you, Li Bai. When my people rise again, I hope you will still be alive."

“I’ll remember you too. Your use of illusions has reached its peak. On my way here, Daoist Lu Ya cast illusions on me tens of thousands of times, but I was always able to detect them immediately. But your illusions, I’m sorry, even now I don’t think what I experienced before was an illusion.”

Upon hearing Li Bai's words, Da Fantian smiled and said, "Lu Ya Daojun's illusion is not worthy of being compared with my power. What you experienced was not an illusion, but the future. I merely pulled over fragments of the future and altered some of the key points. It's just a pity that the tide is not in my hands!"

"Poet Immortal Li Bai, I, Great Brahma, will remember you! When I return to the Blood River, I will have my people diligently study the weaknesses of your poetic power. When we meet again, I will show no mercy." Great Brahma's body began to gradually turn into ashes, and finally vanished completely.

Li Bai slowly opened his eyes, and his aura became even more vast. Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng exchanged a glance, both feeling the shock in each other's hearts.

At this moment, Li Bai's appearance was clearly unchanged, but for some reason, the two of them could not sense Li Bai's presence.

Tianbo Xun slowly rose and looked at Li Bai standing on the mountaintop.

"Brahma has indeed lost!" There was no surprise in Mara's words, as if he was not at all surprised by the result.

"Tian Bo Xun, will you commit suicide, or will you let me do it?" Li Bai's words were calm, even though he was facing Tian Bo Xun.

"Although the three of us have only possessed a few wild monsters, we are still demon kings of the Asura lineage. Your contempt for me is a disrespectful act."

Li Bai: "I know your power is strange, so I only trapped you with illusionary poetry. This is already the greatest respect I can give you."

"But I have to try!" Tianbo Xun said, clapping his hands together, and instantly, thousands of clones appeared around him.

"Hmm? What a strange power! All of its auras are identical!" Tian Bo Xun was still within the illusion array, so Li Bai immediately realized that Tian Bo Xun's clones were not ordinary clones, because they not only had physical bodies, but also had the same strength.

"You say you can't see the true face of Mount Lu, then do you know which clone is me now?" Tian Bo Xun's thousands of clones spoke at the same time.

“They are not your clones; they are your existences in different time dimensions. It’s just that you’ve brought the strength of these different time dimensions to the same level. The casting of this spell will damage your very foundation. You could have self-destructed this will to retreat.” Li Bai’s grip on the brush tightened.

He sensed that his poetic illusion array could no longer withstand the presence of so many Tian Bo Xuns, and cracks had begun to appear. To be precise, Tian Bo Xuns had broken through his illusion array in a bizarre way.

“I’ve already retreated once, but the law of cause and effect tells me that sometimes, the force of the world pushes you forward, and retreating is useless. As long as you don’t overcome it, no matter how much time has passed, you will still have to go through it. Only by facing it head-on, whether it’s life or death, can you overcome it. Avoiding it is not an option!”

As Tianbo Xun spoke, His body moved. Almost simultaneously, Li Bai waved his sleeve, and the illusionary array of poems shattered.

"The power of imagery in poetry can only carry so much! Is it like creating a new little world?"

In a flash, hundreds of figures appeared around Li Bai.

Just as Li Chunfeng was about to get up, he saw Li Bai move first.

"Ten steps, one kill!" Whoosh!
Li Bai, wielding a long sword, charged forward at such a speed that Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang could no longer perceive him with their naked eyes.

One of them, Mara, died.

"At your speed, you can..." Tianbo Xun was about to mock him, but found that he could not make a sound. Then he saw his own body pass by in front of him.

His head fell to the ground.

"Leaving no trace for a thousand miles!"

Swish swish!
All that could be heard was the whistling sound of wind breaking, and all of Tianbo Xun's bodies came to a stop.

Li Bai turned back to watch as the heads of Tianbo Xun fell to the ground one by one, his expression indifferent.

"What a pity, we only obtained one useful piece of information!" After Tian Bo Xun finished speaking, all of Tian Bo Xun turned into dust.

puff!
Almost simultaneously, Li Bai spat out a mouthful of blood.

The killing poetry is indeed very powerful, and it can indeed ignore cultivation level to some extent, but what Tian Bo Xun used was not the power of a clone, but rather the mobilization of himself with the same strength in different time dimensions.

Such bloodshed was an immense burden for Li Bai.

His hair turned silver in an instant.

"Are you alright?" Lu Ya appeared just in time and supported Li Bai's body.

“I did not encounter such a situation when facing Brahma and Shiva; my poetry can disregard their rank.”

"That's because they died under the immense power you mobilized. It was the power of the great force that helped you, but it's clear that Tianbo Xun was smarter. He didn't give you any time to react, forcing you with the most overwhelming strength and testing the limits of your poetry."

"So He took two pieces of information with him!" Li Bai frowned. "When I face Him that day, will I have many weaknesses?"

“He probably only took one. He didn’t expect your poem about killing to be so domineering. When he first mobilized his power, he only used one-tenth of his clone to test him,” Lu Ya explained.

"That's good. So, do I consider this a success?" Li Bai asked with a smile.

"The poet Li Bai, your reputation is well-deserved. Today you have come in response to the great trend, opening a path to immortality for humankind. You should report this to the heavens. Venus, don't you agree?"

Lu Ya looked into the void, and the figure of Venus slowly appeared.

"That's for sure. I will report all of the poet's heroic deeds today to the Heavenly Emperor. I believe the Heavenly Emperor will reward him. It's just a pity that no photo was taken, which makes it less convincing."

"I've drawn it!" The figure of Wu Daozi, the Sage of Painting, slowly appeared, but now he also had a head of silver hair.

(End of this chapter)