Jackie Chan Adventures: I have everything I need now

The Primordial Heavenly Court, the Conferring Gods Platform.

As the smoke filled the air, the dust slowly settled.

Throughout the entire Heavenly Court, and even the Three Realms and Six Paths, countless powerful beings were staring intently at that ruin.

The smoke cleared.

On the ruins of the Conferred God Platform.

A towering pillar stands majestically.

That was Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), one end of which was deeply embedded in the earth, while the other end was pressed against a golden scroll.

The list of gods!
At this moment, this supreme treasure, bestowed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and used to confer divine titles on behalf of Heaven, is being suppressed by the Golden Cudgel.

Strands of invisible black flames, imbued with the power of humanity, rose from the golden cudgel.

"Zizzi-"

The flames, imbued with the power of humanity, are contending with the Investiture of the Gods, which possesses the power of the Heavenly Dao.

As the fireworks gradually burned.

On the Investiture of the Gods, the golden names of the gods, imprinted by the laws of Heaven, began to twist and deform under the scorching flames, eventually turning into specks of golden light and dissipating into nothingness.

In the Investiture of the Gods, the marks that were once bestowed upon the 365 gods are now gradually fading away.

"Do not!!!"

The Jade Emperor's eyes widened in horror, and he let out a shrill roar.

He wanted to rush over, but was intimidated by the aura released by Sun Wukong, as if Sun Wukong would send him on his way if he dared to go over.

At this moment, the primordial world trembled.

Kunlun Mountain, inside the Yuxu Palace.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The act has gone too far!

But since the Investiture of the Gods has been destroyed, then so be it.

Anyway, the Investiture of the Gods agreement they signed back then caused the three brothers to fall apart.

At the same time, in the Western Paradise, two sounds of helplessness and one sound of exhilaration rang out.

At this moment, all the great supernatural beings in the primordial world who were watching this battle were deeply shaken!

What shocked them was not Sun Wukong's strength as a half-step Grand Luo Immortal.

Rather, it was his audacity in destroying the Investiture of the Gods by Hongjun Daozu.

"How dare he?!"

"This action is to defy the will of Heaven!"

"He's gone mad! This monkey has completely gone mad!"

Amidst the shock of all beings in the Three Realms, the last golden divine name on the Investiture of the Gods was finally reduced to nothingness by the flames empowered by the power of humanity.

"Om-"

A buzzing sound rang out.

As the flames subsided, the Investiture of the Gods completely lost the power of the Heavenly Dao that bound the disciples of the sages.

It then turned into an ordinary gold leaf, which drifted away in the wind and turned into dust.

Just at this moment.

In the Heavenly Court, all the immortals and gods who had been severely injured and on the verge of death by Sun Wukong suddenly trembled.

Huang Tianhua, the righteous god of the Three Mountains, felt a relaxation between his brows as his primordial spirit, which had been imprisoned for countless years, returned to his body.

"I...I'm free?"

He was stunned as he felt the magical power within his body become vibrant again and as the restraints were lifted.

It's not just him.

The disciples of the Jie Sect, including Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, Grand Tutor Wen, and the Four Demon Generals.

One by one, the disciples of the Jie Sect who had perished in the Investiture of the Gods and whose primordial spirits were trapped by the Investiture of the Gods all felt that freedom from the depths of their souls.

The restraints are gone!
The cause and effect have been resolved!
They were no longer puppets of the Investiture of the Gods, but returned to being free and unfettered immortals.

"Hahaha! We're free! We're finally free!"

"Master! This disciple...this disciple can finally return to Jin'ao Island!"

Countless disciples of the Jie Sect looked up to the sky and roared with joy, their cries shaking the heavens.

Many disciples of the Chan Sect also regained their freedom.

The God of Qingfu, Bai Jian, the God of the Five Sacred Mountains, Huang Feihu, and others also felt their primordial spirits returning to their rightful place with complex expressions.

They had the help of the Investiture of the Gods to achieve their current level of cultivation. Now that the Investiture of the Gods has been destroyed, their cultivation level has naturally dropped several levels, but they are still at the level of immortals.

At that moment, two voices of saints, imbued with the supreme power of the Great Dao, resounded throughout the entire Heavenly Court almost simultaneously.

"Disciples of the Jie Sect, heed my command! Return to Jin'ao Island immediately, without fail!"

"Disciples of the Chan Sect, return to Kunlun Mountain immediately!"

The voices of two sages echoed in the ears of everyone in the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, the sage's decree has been issued!
"Yes, Master!"

"I will strictly follow Master's command!"

In an instant, a great light shone brightly above the Heavenly Court.

Led by Zhao Gongming and the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, the immortals of the Jie Sect transformed into streaks of light without hesitation and flew towards Jin'ao Island in the East Sea.

Huang Tianhua and the other disciples of the Chan Sect hesitated for a moment, then rode the clouds toward Kunlun Mountain.

The vast Heavenly Court was emptied of more than half of its area in the blink of an eye.

Only the Jade Emperor, along with some mortal generals and wandering cultivators who had been appointed during the Investiture of the Gods, remained standing there, bewildered.

The disciples of the Jie Sect can return to Jin'ao Island.

Disciples of the Chan Sect have Mount Kunlun to visit.

where are they?
They have no saintly teachers; their roots are in this Heavenly Court.

"stop!"

The Jade Emperor watched the departing figures, trembling with rage. Despite his severe injuries, he roared in fury.

"You are all righteous gods of the Heavenly Court, appointed by the Dao Ancestor and enjoying the fortune of the Heavenly Court. Who dares to leave!"

He tried to use the majesty of Hongjun Laozu to salvage the collapsing situation.

However, his response was a mocking laugh from afar.

"Ha! Haotian brat, we were originally immortals of the Jie Sect, but we were tricked and are now at your beck and call!"

The speaker was none other than Luo Xuan, the Fire God, who laughed loudly without turning his head.

"Now that the Investiture of the Gods has been destroyed, we are no longer your celestial gods. Who do you think you can command?"

"That's right! We only obey our master's orders. What are you, the Heavenly Emperor, anyway!"

Mocking voices came from all directions, slapping the Jade Emperor's face hard.

His face turned from red to green, then from green to purple, and finally turned deathly pale.

Their authority has been completely shattered!

Completely humiliated!

"Ha ha……"

Sun Wukong retrieved his Ruyi Jingu Bang, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and looked at the comical scene before him, unable to help but sneer.

"Old Jade Emperor, your vast Heavenly Court can't even gather three hundred immortals and gods now, can it?"

Sun Wukong looked around and saw that the remaining rogue deities were all filled with fear and did not dare to raise their heads.

"How ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Sun Wukong shook his head, the mockery on his face gradually fading, replaced by boredom.

He caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace simply because the Heavenly Court was ungrateful.

As for destroying the Investiture of the Gods, it was because of the orders from his master, Shen Du, who taught him Taoist magic and supernatural powers.

Now, it seems that all the objectives have been achieved.

This place was dilapidated and its people were scattered; it was like an empty nest in heaven, and he had no interest in it whatsoever.

"You should sit on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor."

Sun Wukong said calmly.

"You'd better sit on it until it's worn out, sit on it until the very end."

"I, Old Sun, don't care."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the Jade Emperor's extremely ugly face, turned around and transformed into a golden light, flying straight towards Flower Fruit Mountain in the lower realm.

Its arrival was earth-shattering. Its departure was serene and peaceful.

All that was left was a mess and a lonely Heavenly Emperor.

Before the towering Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor stood alone.

Looking at the empty celestial palace and the bewildered rogue deities, an unprecedented sense of loneliness and anger welled up in his heart.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

He suddenly chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder and more maniacal, filled with endless resentment and malice.

"Well done, Sun Wukong!"

"What a grand spectacle of causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace!"

Then, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Western Spirit Mountain, his eyes seeming to pierce through the endless void.

"Buddhism, this is a play you have chosen. How dare you sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight!"

The Jade Emperor's voice transformed into a thunderous roar, resounding throughout the Three Realms.

"Do you think this is the end of it?!"

"I am already on my way to Zixiao Palace!"

"I, in my true form, will definitely report this to the Dao Ancestor and make you pay the price for what you have done today!"

……

at the same time.

The Western Paradise, Mount Ling.

Outside the main hall, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the sound of Zen chants echoes.

However, this peaceful and serene land was now shrouded in a soaring, murderous aura of sword intent.

A young Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe stood quietly at the entrance of the main hall.

Four ancient longswords floated in front of him, with the four Daoist characters "诛" (Zhū), "戮" (Lù), "陷" (Xiàn), and "绝" (Jué) flowing on their blades.

The boundless killing intent transformed into an insurmountable chasm, sealing the entrance to the Great Buddha Hall.

It was none other than the Tongtian Sect Leader who wielded the Four Swords of Zhuxian!

Inside the main hall, Jieyin and Zhunti sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, their faces showing bitterness.

They could sense the extreme killing intent emanating from Tongtian.

Even so, they dared not move.

They knew that if they dared to step out of this hall, they would be met with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which could not be broken by any but the Four Saints!

Just then, the Jade Emperor's furious roar, filled with resentment, traveled across billions of miles of time and space, clearly reaching their ears.

"I will definitely report this to the Dao Ancestor and make you pay the price!"

Upon hearing this, the look of distress on Jieyin's face deepened.

Zhunti shook his head helplessly.

The two looked at each other and saw bitterness in each other's eyes.

Complain?

They're going to file a complaint too!
Wasn't it supposed to be acting?

Why are there still saints blocking the door?!
In the past, at least they were the ones blocking Nuwa, so why is it that in this play, Tongtian is the one blocking them?!

Can anyone tell them why?!

Wasn't everything already discussed and agreed upon back in Zixiao Palace?!

Does this require going back on your word?!

Unfortunately, no one could tell them they had agreed.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Tongtian turned around, put away the Four Swords of Zhuxian, and left Mount Ling directly.

"..."

Meanwhile, the Moon.

The gods witnessed the destruction of the Investiture of the Gods and Sun Wukong's arrogant departure, and the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily.

Wasn't this scene a bit over the top?!
Heaven has been destroyed?!
No, wait, it seems like he's the lead actor!

The destruction of the Investiture of the Gods is nothing; the real problem is, why didn't the Heavenly Saints step in to clean up the mess?!

Just like that, Sun Wukong got away?!

What will happen to Journey to the West?!

"Fellow Daoist Shen Du, please come to Zixiao Palace for a chat!"

"This humble Taoist has also invited fellow Taoist Houtu."

Shen Du frowned; was he about to break off all pretense of civility?
He pondered to himself, realizing that he was no longer the same person he once was.

The strength of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man in the world has reached a balance.

The most powerful of them all is Shen Du, the representative of humanity.

Humans carry all living beings, the heavens carry the primordial chaos, and the earth carries the cycle of reincarnation. The three are in a state of balance and competition, but in terms of strength, humans are ultimately superior.

At present, the gods are not afraid to go to Zixiao Palace.

With this thought in mind, Shendu slowly rose, his body radiating signs of spatial distortion. The next moment, he took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the Guanghan Palace and heading towards the Chaos Land.

"..."

Not only in the capital city, but all beings in the world at the level of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal were summoned to Zixiao Palace by Hongjun.

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun sat cross-legged on a futon, Houtu sat cross-legged to the side, and Shendu arrived late, sitting cross-legged in his own place.

Below are the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhunti and Jieyin, the Ancestors of the Three Clans, Zhulong, Ji Xuanyuan, the Styx Ancestor, and Zhen Yuanzi.

Apart from Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, and Ji Xuanyuan, the last time they were mostly discussing matters related to the Journey to the West.

Styx was a saint who slew saints to prove his Dao, Zhen Yuanzi was a saint of the Earthly Dao, and Ji Xuanyuan was a saint of the Human Dao.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Haotian Yaochi knelt on both knees in the center of the many saints and Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals, kowtowing and worshipping Hongjun in front of her, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, and cried out, "Master, please do justice for me!"

"The Heavenly Court of the Child has become a lonely nest!"

"Please, sir, do justice for this child!"

"Why was that demon monkey able to be cultivated into a half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal? There must be someone interfering!"

"Why did that demon monkey destroy the Investiture of the Gods?!"

"Rescue the disciples of the Sage's Sect!"

"Master, please do justice for the boy!"

"..."

For a time, the cries of Haotian Yaochi echoed throughout Zixiao Palace.

The Three Pure Ones, as the culprits who recalled their disciples, were indifferent at this moment and did not care at all about the weeping of Haotian Yaochi.

They were used to this kind of scene!

After all, the calamity during the Investiture of the Gods was entirely due to Haotian Yaochi's lament to Hongjun.

Otherwise, how could the Investiture of the Gods have occurred?!

How could those brothers have become enemies back then?!

Now, the Investiture of the Gods has been ruined by that demon monkey, serves him right!

The Investiture of the Gods was destroyed. Why don't they recall their disciples and followers? Why do they expect them to remain in Heaven, serving as slaves to the Jade Pool of Heaven?!
That’s a nice thought!
"cough!"

Hongjun coughed lightly, and instantly, the weeping from Haotian Yaochi ceased.

Then, Hongjun's eyes flashed slightly, revealing a hint of accusation. He looked at Shen Du, who seemed completely unaffected, and said, "Fellow Daoist, shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation for this matter?!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Du casually spread his hands, as if it were none of his business, and said leisurely, "What explanation does Fellow Daoist Hongjun want?!"

"What does this have to do with me?!"

"That demonic monkey destroyed the Investiture of the Gods entirely because Haotian Yaochi brought trouble upon himself!"

"Moreover, if you want an explanation, Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you should go to the Sage Taiqing for an explanation!"

"After all, it was the Three Corpses of the Supreme Lord Laozi of the Supreme Purity Saint who threw that demon monkey into the Eight Trigrams Furnace to refine it, and finally refined it into a demon saint at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal."

"What does it have to do with me?!"

Upon hearing this, all the saints and primordial golden immortals present turned to look at the Taiqing Saint.

They almost forgot!

It was Laozi who refined Sun Wukong into a peak-level Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

(End of this chapter)