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

When Zhunti's foot landed, the entire Three Realms trembled violently for a moment.

Given the vastness of the primordial world, even when there were six sages in the world, such a huge fluctuation would never have occurred.

But now the primordial world has been broken into four continents, and the pressure it can withstand is no longer what it used to be.

The arrival of the Sage Zhunti was like a small leather bag being stuffed with something several times larger than itself.

In an instant, all sorts of strange phenomena appeared one after another.

First came a deep, muffled tremor from the depths of the earth. The tremor was not as violent as an earthquake, but it carried a chilling sense of oppression that made one's bones ache, as if the heavens and earth themselves were making way for the one who stepped in.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling, almost blinding golden light suddenly shone on the eastern horizon. The golden light surged up inch by inch from below the horizon, dyeing all the clouds in its path a glassy color, spreading out layer upon layer, as if an endless scroll was being slowly torn open from the horizon.

Golden Lotus.

Countless golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air, one after another, spreading in all directions from where Zhunti had landed. With each bloom, a Sanskrit chant arose. The sound was neither chanting scriptures nor singing mantras, but rather an echo emanating from heaven and earth, as if the whole world was whispering a name.

Wherever the golden lotus spreads, auspicious clouds rise there as well. Purple, blue, white, and red auspicious clouds of all colors roll and surge, dyeing the sky a colorful tapestry.

Zhunti stood in the very center of the boundless golden lotus, his robes held still by an invisible wave of energy.

His face was calm as water, but visible golden halos were spreading outwards from his feet to his head, and the heavens and earth trembled with each ring that was released.

Those halos spread out for thousands, tens of thousands of feet, and hundreds of thousands of feet, dispersing clouds and fog, calming winds and waves wherever they passed, and even the void seemed to be ironed flat.

Deep in the sky, a giant golden hand phantom slowly solidified, its five fingers outstretched, and an ancient Sanskrit mark engraved on its palm.

The hand shadow stretched across the sky, obscuring half of the blue sky from east to west. The Sanskrit characters on the palm shone as brightly as the sun, pressing down the shadows of all living things on the ground.

Then, one strange phenomenon after another followed.

Flowers rained down from the heavens, each petal transforming into a wisp of golden light and vanishing upon landing.

Golden springs sprang forth from the earth, countless springs suddenly appearing between the mountains at Zhunti's feet. What gushed out was not water but liquid spiritual light. That spiritual light flowed along the mountain slopes, coating all the vegetation and rocks along the way with a thin layer of gold.

Anything enveloped by that radiance instantly transformed into a rare treasure in the eyes of ordinary cultivators.

At this moment, the entire Three Realms devoutly welcomed the arrival of the sage.

The Heavenly Court was closest to Chaos and was the first to sense Zhunti's descent.

The enormous demon-revealing mirror on the South Heavenly Gate shattered into dust at that moment.

The guardian celestial generals stumbled and looked up, only to see an overwhelming pressure, invisible to the naked eye, surging at the edge of the distant sky.

The oppressive force hadn't even truly reached the Heavenly Court's territory yet, but its lingering effects alone had already caused the sea of ​​clouds in front of the South Heavenly Gate to surge like boiling water.

A celestial general at the Golden Immortal realm stared blankly at the golden, dazzling sky in the west, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"So...so terrifying..." he murmured, his voice carried away by the wind, barely audible even to himself.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor had already stood up from his throne.

He walked solemnly to the entrance of the hall, his hands behind his back, looking at the layers of golden light and the huge phantom of a Buddha's hand stretching across the western sky, with a hint of apprehension he was unwilling to admit: "Daoist Zhunti... he really stepped in."

The immortals behind him fell silent, none daring to utter a word.

Everyone knows the rules of the Fallen Saint Pill, and everyone knows the price that saint paid to enter the Three Realms.

That's precisely why everyone is even more apprehensive.

A sage is a sage; all others are but ants. This statement is absolutely no joke.

Moreover, Zhunti was already in a state of madness at this time.

There's nothing a person wouldn't do if they dared to gamble with the throne.

Venus, standing among the immortals, was no longer as composed as before, and asked with some unease, "Your Majesty, how should we deal with this?"

The Jade Emperor remained silent for a few moments: "It's alright. Sage Zhunti's goal is very clear, and it has nothing to do with my Heavenly Court. We can just watch the show."

Deep within the chaos, several long-dormant streams of pure energy trembled slightly at the same time.

In the Jade Void Palace of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, the jade ruyi hanging in the main hall began to sway gently.

Yuanshi looked down at the celestial phenomena reflected in the void, his face expressionless, and simply said, "Fellow Daoist Zhunti... what great courage."

His tone was neither complimentary nor critical. After speaking, he closed his eyes again, showing neither the intention to intervene nor the interest in watching from afar.

In the Eight Views Palace, the Supreme Sage sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, his palm-leaf fan hovering in mid-air for a long time without falling.

He looked up at the wisps of smoke rising from the alchemy furnace, which were slightly tilted by the powerful energy from the west.

He looked at it for a moment, placed the palm-leaf fan on his lap, sighed, and muttered to himself, "The effects of the Fallen Saint Pill take several hours to take effect... What a pity."

On Jin'ao Island, the Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly opened his eyes and burst into unrestrained laughter, causing all the living beings on the island to tremble silently.

……

In the State of Chu, at the New Leiyin Temple.

As Buddha was sitting in the hall, discussing the allocation of duties within the new Buddhist order with Guanyin in a low voice, his voice suddenly stopped, and he seemed to be nailed to the spot by some invisible force.

When Guanyin looked up at him, she noticed that his usually composed face was slightly distorted at that moment.

"The sage has arrived."

The Buddha uttered a few words, stood up, and strode towards the door.

Guanyin sensed it as she followed him out of the hall.

The oppressive force surging from the western horizon had already reached the sky above Yingdu City. The spiritual energy defense array above the entire city was activated in an instant, and the copper wires throughout the city shone as brightly as day. However, the flowing light curtain was as thin as a sheet of paper in the face of that oppressive force.

The people in the city all looked up at the sky and saw the huge phantom of a Buddha's palm slowly descending towards Yingdu City. The Sanskrit characters on the palm were dazzlingly bright, carrying a condescending and scrutinizing air.

The streetlights flickered erratically, forcing the light rail train to stop halfway. Passengers crowded to the windows to look out; some screamed, some clutched their children, but most just looked up at the overwhelming golden light, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

The Buddha stood on the steps in front of the New Thunderclap Temple, looking up at the approaching phantom of the Buddha's palm.

The palm shadow shrouded the entire city of Yingdu in darkness, yet his expression remained remarkably calm.

"Saint Zhunti." A figure flashed out, and Yun Zhao cast a beam of azure light to protect the entire Chu Kingdom, then asked, "What brings you from afar?"

There was a moment of silence in the sky.

The golden Buddha's palm phantom, stretching across the sky, paused in mid-air, the Sanskrit characters on its palm slowly rotating. Then, a grand sound, like the striking of a heavenly bell, came from all directions at the same time, shaking the tiles on the rooftops of the entire city.

"Why do you all want to destroy my lineage!"