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

White Tiger Ridge.

The mountain breeze remains unchanged, and the vegetation is lush and green.

When Yun Zhao opened his eyes, the midday sun shone through the gaps in the branches of the old pine tree above him, casting warm, golden light upon him.

He looked down at his hands. His fingers were long and slender, his skin was intact, without a single crack, without those dense golden scars, and without the sense of nothingness of being reduced to ashes after the self-destruction.

He clenched his fist gently, feeling the real, fleshy touch in his palm, fresh and vibrant, as if nothing had ever happened.

He looked up at the clouds on the horizon.

The sun was high in the sky, the sky was clear and blue, a few wisps of white clouds hung lazily above the distant mountains, wildflowers in the valleys swayed gently in the wind, and the faint chirping of birds could be heard in the distance.

Before me lay a serene and beautiful scene.

The world was as tranquil as an ink wash painting, without even a ripple of spiritual energy.

"They're back again..."

He murmured something, his voice low, as if afraid of disturbing the silence.

He sat on that old rock, not moving for a moment.

The scene of fighting Zhunti to the death in the chaotic void is still vividly etched in my memory.

Those overwhelming waves of holy light, those shattered phantoms of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, that earth-shattering self-destruction, and the shock, anger, and resentment in Zhunti's eyes as he coughed up holy blood and retreated in a sorry state.

Everything was still vivid in my mind, and even the wound on my ribs, inflicted by the blessed pestle, seemed to still ache faintly.

But in the blink of an eye, all of that became a thing of the past.

He sat on the sun-drenched White Tiger Ridge, his body unscathed, his inner energy overflowing as if he had just woken from a wonderful dream.

Yun Zhao suddenly felt a little dazed.

The feeling of stepping from a battlefield where life hangs by a thread into a world of gentle breezes and bright sunshine is like having an extremely long dream.

He shook his head, smiled, and stood up.

Now that we're back, we should at least take a look at what we accomplished last time.

Sure enough, when that familiar voice rang in his mind, it echoed with a more solemnity than ever before, as if announcing an achievement worthy of serious consideration.

[Ding—This simulation has ended]

[Simulation Duration: Thirty-eight years]

Thirty-eight years.

Yun Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly.

How long did the last simulation last?

After a moment's thought, he remembered.

Two years and six months.

This time, however, it has been a full thirty-eight years.

In other words, it's more than ten times the previous amount.

"Not bad, it wasn't for nothing that I went through all that trouble to set up such a big scheme. In the end, even a saint almost got blown up."

Yun Zhao nodded in satisfaction. After obstructing him for so long, the reward would definitely be incredibly generous.

[The host has successfully repelled the Sage Zhunti in this simulation, causing him to be wounded and retreat, and inflicting irreversible and devastating damage on the foundation of Buddhism, achieving the hidden achievement - even sages can be repelled.]

The hidden achievement rewards will be significantly increased compared to the regular rewards.

Yun Zhao couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Defeat the saint.

Although it involved some shortcuts, once something is hurt, it's hurt.

Even a minor wound on his little finger would shatter the myth that all beings below the level of a saint are mere ants, let alone the fact that he severely injured Zhunti.

"That feeling must be unpleasant."

It was a pity that he didn't get to see Zhunti's expression with his own eyes, and he couldn't fully vent his anger.

However, this time they should be able to confront Zhunti head-on.

Yun Zhao's gaze fell on the system panel that appeared in the void in front of him.

The results of this simulation are as follows:

[Part 1: The Path to Success: The Million-Dollar Club]

A million-dollar event.

Even though Yun Zhao was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he saw the number.

Last time it was 100 yuan, this time it's increased ten thousand times.

The cultivation level of the Million Dollar Society can no longer be described as a qualitative change caused by quantitative change. It is equivalent to stuffing in fragments of time accumulated by an old monster who has been cultivating since the beginning of time.

He composed himself slightly and said in a deep voice, "Receive it."

The moment the words fell, the power surging into his body was hundreds or even thousands of times greater than the last time.

Every inch of his flesh and blood was glowing, every bone was trembling, and every wisp of his primordial spirit was being washed, polished, and tempered by that immense power of cultivation.

The force was fierce yet not violent, carrying a sense of weight and gentleness accumulated over the years, as if the time of the Million Dollar Club itself had transformed into liquid nectar, gradually seeping into his foundation.

His cultivation level did not advance to the next level.

The chasm between a Primordial Golden Immortal and a Sage cannot be bridged simply by accumulating cultivation; it requires comprehension of the Great Dao, perfection of the Laws, and personal enlightenment.

Even though his realm remained unchanged, after the influx of the million-dollar Daoist power, the foundation within his body became unprecedentedly deep, solid, and powerful.

The strength of the Primordial Golden Immortal was solidified by this terrifying cultivation, and increased by another 30%.

If he were to face a saint of Zhunti's caliber again, he wouldn't be beaten the entire time like last time, only managing to survive by self-destructing.

They even developed the ability to arm wrestle with their opponents.

What truly warmed his heart was the second line of text on the rewards panel.

[II. The Great Dao Law: A Strand (Unnamed, Can Be Merged)]

Yun Zhao's pupils contracted slightly.

When he broke through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm before his last self-destruction, he comprehended his own Dao from behind the Gate of the Great Dao. However, that Dao was too crude and too rudimentary, merely a simple palm strike seal, without even a name.

The wisp of the Great Dao Law given by the system at this moment is a real, condensed thing that can be integrated into his own Dao foundation, like a piece of log just cut from chaos, waiting for him to carve it into shape by his own hands.

He drew that wisp of law into his body.

Upon contact, the aura surrounding him suddenly became mysterious and unpredictable.

That wisp of law circulated within his body, quietly merging with the ancient magic seal he had previously comprehended, like two rivers converging at one point, causing the water level to rise several times over.

A faint light rose from his palm, reflecting the birth and death, the cycle of prosperity and decline of all things. It seemed to resonate with his original laws of life and death, yet it was more profound and essential than life and death itself.

He closed his eyes and felt for a moment, then opened them with a deeper, indescribable look in his eyes.

He looked down at his palm. The fusion of the Great Dao Law with his own Dao Foundation did not immediately grant him the power to destroy the world, but he could feel that his foundation was quietly undergoing a qualitative change.

It's like a sword blank being thrown into the most exquisite furnace; although it hasn't been forged into shape yet, it has already shed the last trace of impurity.