Journey to the West: Please Call Me the White Bone Demon

He took a deep breath, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

The system rewards are not yet fully finished. In addition to the basic interception rewards, I have also received achievement rewards this time.

Words that only Yun Zhao could see floated in the void.

[Ding! Achievement achieved: Lifesaving Hair]

[Bonus Rewards Settlement:]

[I. The coordinate point interception area has been expanded, centered on Baihu Ridge, extending east to Huangfeng Ridge and west to Pingdingshan.]

[II. Enhanced Time Anchor Point Backtracking Permissions: Backtracking duration increased from ten years to two hundred years.]

Yun Zhao's pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing became more rapid.

The expanded interception area means that in the next simulation, he will have a wider area to control and more methods to ambush and execute, no longer limited to the White Tiger Ridge and Baoxiang Kingdom.

But what truly made his heart race was the second reward—a time anchor point rewind, two hundred years!

His previous ten-year retracing had allowed him to plan ahead and gain an advantage.

This time it's two hundred years...

Two hundred years!

What was the concept of two hundred years ago in the world of Journey to the West?

The Tang Dynasty had not yet been established.

In the pilgrimage team.

The monkey is trapped under the Five Fingers Mountain, Tang Sanzang is still reincarnating, Pigsy is fighting against the Egg Fairy, and Sandy is suffering in the Flowing Sand River. In short, everything has not yet begun.

These two hundred years belonged entirely to him!

He could occupy territory in advance, subdue his subordinates, and set up a grand formation... When the pilgrimage team arrived, what awaited them would no longer be the previous small-scale skirmishes.

Two hundred years is but a fleeting moment for immortals to cultivate.

But Yu Yunzhao was incredibly precious.

"receive!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yun Zhao made his choice decisively.

In an instant.

An even greater and more mysterious power descended instantly.

Heaven and earth reversed, the sun and moon went in reverse, and the void around Yun Zhao rippled like water, making the entire White Tiger Ridge appear illusory at that moment.

Time flies, and the seasons change.

This time, perhaps due to an improvement in his cultivation level, Yun Zhao's consciousness was unusually clear, unlike the drowsy state he experienced during his previous recollection.

His cultivation at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm made his soul as stable as a rock, allowing him to maintain a sliver of clarity even in the face of the erosion of time.

He "saw" countless lights and shadows receding: the once barren White Tiger Ridge gradually grew into a dense forest, then withered and regenerated; the caves on the mountaintop sometimes collapsed and sometimes rebuilt; the distant city of Baoxiang Kingdom went from prosperity to ruin, and then to a completely different appearance...

This is the true power of time and space!

Yun Zhao forced himself to calm his mind, trying to glean a glimpse of the true meaning from the power of this time and space.

He vaguely caught some vague Daoist rhymes—the ruthlessness and eternity of time, the vastness and inclusiveness of space.

Unfortunately, the time was too short.

The system's rewind didn't actually let him experience two hundred years, but rather it directly reversed his timeline with this world, a process that took only a moment.

Once everything had settled down, Yun Zhao opened his eyes again.

The location is still the same, but everything has changed.

The ancient trees reach for the sky, and the vines are thick and strong, clearly more primitive and full of vitality than they are two hundred years later.

He floated slightly into the air, and White Tiger Ridge changed.

The mountain was steep, the fog was thicker, and there were faint gusts of demonic energy rising into the sky, but it was far from the eerie feeling that would arise if one entered it two hundred years later.

Just as he was planning to reclaim the White Bone Demon's cave and refine some magical artifacts...

Rumble!

A deep rumble of thunder echoed from the horizon.

Yun Zhao suddenly looked up.

Hundreds of miles to the northwest, a dark cloud rolled, and purple lightning danced wildly like dragons and snakes, as a terrifying heavenly tribulation was brewing!

"Is someone undergoing tribulation?"

Yun Zhao raised an eyebrow.

Within a radius of several hundred miles around White Tiger Ridge, the White Bone Demon has always been the inhabitant of this place. How could there be a demon undergoing tribulation here?

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he lightly patted his head.

"I'm so confused. This is White Tiger Ridge from two hundred years ago. The White Bone Demon's cultivation level is far from what it was in the simulation. This tribulation seeker is most likely her!"

With a thought, Yun Zhao transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, instantly traversing hundreds of miles and heading straight for the center of the tribulation clouds.

The closer one gets, the clearer the demonic aura becomes, yet it carries a strange purity, unlike the aura of bloodlust and death that filled it two hundred years later. Instead, it resembles a newly sprouted white lotus, eerie yet not sinister.

"interesting."

Yun Zhao murmured something, then concealed himself and hovered at the edge of the tribulation clouds.

Beneath the clouds of calamity, the woman stood in mid-air, her skin so white it was almost transparent, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, her features so exquisite they resembled a figure from a painting.

Her hands were forming a strange hand seal, her body covered in white bones, as she desperately endured the heavenly tribulation with all her magical power.

With a deafening roar, several bolts of lightning struck down.

The woman in white had a pale face, clearly at her limit.

The skeletal avatar behind her barely managed to open its arms to meet the thunder dragon, but it was torn in half the moment of contact, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "poof," and its whole body fell downwards like a kite with a broken string.

"It's unstoppable..."

A flicker of despair crossed her eyes.

Just then.

Yun Zhao appeared beneath the Thunder Dragon without warning.

The purple-gold divine light flowed, and the primordial energy of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was faintly released, making the surrounding void seem to become heavier.

Yun Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the roaring thunder dragon descending.

He didn't even use any magic power, relying solely on his physical strength, he took a step forward, clenched his right fist, and threw a punch with extreme simplicity!

boom!!!

The fist clashed head-on with the Thunder Dragon.

There were no fancy spells, no dazzling supernatural powers, only the most primal and violent clash of forces.

In that instant, the Thunder Dragon let out a mournful cry, its scales flying off and its body cracking inch by inch!

Yun Zhao's punches continued unabated, one after another...

Each punch carried the profound and mysterious energy of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, as if an ancient demon god was creating the world.

In just a few breaths, the Thunder Dragon completely disintegrated, turning into a sky full of purple light rain.

But the tribulation cloud seemed to be enraged, and the remaining lightning gathered frantically, trying to condense into an even thicker lightning pillar.

Yun Zhao snorted coldly.

He flashed and rushed into the center of the tribulation clouds.

With both hands, he ripped it off as if tearing cloth!

tear it up-

He actually tore the entire cloud of tribulation in two with brute force!

Purple lightning scattered, and dark clouds rolled and retreated to both sides, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

The heavenly tribulation... was torn to shreds just like that!

Below, the woman in white stared blankly at the scene, her beautiful eyes wide open, blood still clinging to the corner of her lips, yet she completely forgot to wipe it away.

In all her years of cultivation, she had never seen such a domineering way of undergoing tribulation.

Others are extremely cautious when undergoing tribulation, borrowing magical treasures, setting up formations, and seeking external assistance, for fear of the heavenly tribulation descending.

The person before them directly confronted the thunder dragon with his bare body, even tearing apart the tribulation clouds...

What level of cultivation must that be? What kind of physical body must it possess?

"Great...Great Immortal..."

She managed to steady herself, her voice trembling slightly, and bowed, saying, "Thank you for saving me, Great Immortal."

Yun Zhao landed and stood three zhang away from her, with his hands behind his back, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Two hundred years later, the White Bone Demon exudes a chilling demonic aura and murderous intent, her bloodthirsty presence inspiring fear in all who behold her.

The woman before him, though still surrounded by demonic energy, possessed a more ethereal and pure aura. Without that bloodthirsty and malevolent presence, she exuded a cold and otherworldly beauty.

"There was no bloodthirsty aura later on... It seems that she ate countless people afterward, which is why she became tainted with that deathly aura."

Yun Zhao understood.

He smiled slightly, his voice gentle, feigning ignorance: "No need for formalities. What's your name?"

The woman in white hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Little Demon... Bai Ling."

He paused, then said, "White Tiger Ridge here is rich in spiritual energy, and I intend to reside here permanently. Would you be willing to serve me?"

The White Bone Demon was taken aback upon hearing this and looked up at Yun Zhao.

How could someone be interested in someone with such meager skills?

Could it be that they are coveting something from me?

Moreover, the other party's tone was indifferent, as if it were just a casual remark.

But that's precisely why she was even more terrified.

Why would someone capable of tearing apart a heavenly tribulation with their bare body need to covet her meager possessions?

"Master...is it true?"

Her voice sounded somewhat uncertain.

Yun Zhao nodded: "Of course it's true."

Without the slightest hesitation, the White Bone Demon realized that becoming the subordinate of such a powerful figure was something many people would rather do than accept. Now that such a good thing had come her way, why wouldn't she want to?

She quickly and gracefully bowed, saying, "Bai Ling is willing to follow the Great Immortal!"

The person before her possessed extraordinary cultivation and an incredibly strong physical body, capable of saving her from heavenly tribulation. Where could one find such a master?

Moreover, she had a vague feeling that the other party did not seem to have any ill intentions towards her, and even... seemed somewhat familiar with her.

Yun Zhao watched her bow down, his smile deepening.

In previous simulations, she, as a subordinate, played a crucial role in her own plans.

If the other party hadn't used a divisive tactic to drive away the monkey, Yun Zhao's plan wouldn't have been so easy to implement.

Of course, the fact that the two of them took a long "rest" was also partly due to his sentimentality.

Although they had only just met, he wouldn't mind taking this subordinate on again.

"very good."

He raised his hand to support her, and Bai Ling felt a gentle yet powerful force lift her up.

"From now on, you shall call me... Lord."

The title of "King" was no longer used; everything started anew, and it was time for a change of pace.

The White Bone Demon replied respectfully, "Yes, my lord!"

The golden light finally descended from the horizon, cleansing her demonic body and helping her stabilize her immortal realm.