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

Everything returns to dust.

After a long while, Guanyin said to the monkey, "Wukong, let's continue our journey to the West."

Sun Wukong had not yet recovered from his grief. After hearing Guanyin's words, he simply nodded silently without uttering a word.

Guanyin wanted to say something, but in the end, she only let out a sigh and left with Muzha.

The monkey returned to White Tiger City dejectedly.

Pigsy leaned in and asked, "Brother Monkey, how did it go? That earthquake was terrifying! Was Yun Zhao killed?"

"What did you say?"

The words "punished" ignited a rage in the monkey's heart, and he glared fiercely at Pigsy.

Startled by that look, Pigsy retreated repeatedly, his voice trembling as he said, "Brother Monkey... what... what are you doing? I, Old Pig, only asked a question, I didn't do anything to you."

They sensed something was off.

Tang Sanzang stepped forward and asked, "Wukong, what exactly happened?"

The monkey rubbed the fur on its face to calm itself down before recounting everything that had happened in the void to everyone.

Pigsy and Sandy looked at each other in disbelief. They never expected that the demon king would have the courage to risk his soul and body to perish together with Kasyapa in order to avoid going to Mount Ling.

Although the senior brother just said that Kasyapa had a wisp of his soul left and had not completely dissipated.

But everyone knows that it would take countless years to recover to his former cultivation level. Kasyapa's trip was truly a losing proposition.

Then the monkey continued, "Master, Brother Yun also asked me to tell you that although we haven't served our full sentence, he saw our sincerity and our remorse..."

"Yun Zhao said that as long as we keep this mindset, we can practice anywhere. He told us to... continue our journey westward."

"Amitabha."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang was filled with emotion and felt nothing but admiration for Yun Zhao.

He bowed deeply into the void, saying, "Benefactor Yun, this humble monk thanks you for your guidance."

Regardless of whether the other party could still hear him, he sat cross-legged and began chanting the Rebirth Mantra to help Yun Zhao pass on to the afterlife.

Tang Sanzang stood up, his expression resolute: "Disciples, what Benefactor Yun said is right. As long as we keep this in mind, everywhere is a place for spiritual practice! Let's go, it's time to set off."

"Hehe, let's go, let's go! I've never wanted to go on a pilgrimage to the West so much!"

Pigsy was already impatient, and although Sandy didn't say anything, his actions showed that he was fed up with being in this wretched place.

With a blank expression, the monkey released his two junior brothers from the magical restraints. He then went to the city lord's mansion and retrieved their luggage, travel permits, and other belongings.

They also found the little white dragon, who was imprisoned in the stable.

"So you were here." The monkey smiled. "I knew I'd forgotten something."

The white dragon horse neighed and was led away.

The four of them left White Tiger City.

The monkey took one last look at the giant city, plucked a hair from its body, and let it fall into the city with a gust of wind.

"I'll let you guard this unique city in the Three Realms in place of my old friend Yun."

The journey to obtain the scriptures continues, and the tribulations remain the same.

However, after their training in White Tiger City, Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong were no longer the same as in the original story.

Along the way, the monsters were surprised to find that this monk was not easy to deal with.

You can't scare him, and you can't fool him.

There was no other way but to fight head-on, but Sun Wukong didn't hold back at all. Several times, if their master hadn't arrived in time, these pets and mounts would have almost become victims of his staff.

This script seems a bit off, doesn't it?

They were supposed to be the ones causing Tang Sanzang tribulations, but somehow it turns out they're the ones undergoing tribulations instead.

......................................................

In the void, the fireworks faded, and the purple-gold afterglow streaked across the sky like a shooting star before gradually fading into silence.

In an instant, time and space rippled like water.

"I'm back."

Two hundred years ago at White Tiger Ridge, Yun Zhao opened his eyes and felt the breath of life.

"I don't know if the explosion killed Kasyapa in the end, but even if he didn't, it must have been a terrible experience."

He muttered to himself, accompanied by a soft laugh, and then his voice grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the entire White Tiger Ridge.

This time.

However, this hindered Tang Sanzang and his disciples for nearly five years.

Yun Zhao was eager to know what rewards the system would give.

[Ding—This simulation has ended]

[Simulation duration: four years and nine months]

The results of this simulation are as follows:

【Ten Yuan Society Practice】

The Laws of Death (Minor Completion)

[Sixth Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art]

【Acquired Spiritual Treasure - Seven Treasures Golden Lotus】

【Supernatural Powers - Formless and Shapeless】

[Spell: Netherworld Annihilation Finger]

Looking at the reward panel overflowing with cultivation levels, supernatural powers, and magical treasures and spells, Yun Zhao couldn't suppress the smile that appeared on his face.

The Ten Yuan Society's Taoist practice.

In the Three Realms, an ordinary cultivator who can break through from Golden Immortal to Taiyi after a single Yuanhui of arduous cultivation is already considered to have exceptional talent. In this process, luck, temperament, and innate constitution are all indispensable.

This time, the system directly rewarded me with ten yuan.

receive!

Without any hesitation, he silently recited the mantra.

In an instant, Yun Zhao went from the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal to gain the accumulated power of a full ten Yuanhui.

With a thought, his magical power exploded.

The spiritual energy is like the sea, vast and boundless.

"The Great Golden Immortal..."

Yun Zhao murmured softly, feeling the immense power that far surpassed that of Taiyi, but a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

His cultivation level remained at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Despite having reached the Great Luo level in terms of magical power, with a stable primordial spirit, an immortal physical body, and a perfect divine soul, the barrier between "Taiyi" and "Great Luo" still stood in front of him, unmoved.

"strangeness……"

Yun Zhao frowned.

Logically speaking, the cultivation level of the Ten Yuan Society should have been enough for him to directly break through the Taiyi realm and enter the Daluo realm, but now he has the magical power, but his realm has not changed.

A thought flashed through his mind, and his gaze fell on the second item in the reward list—

The Laws of Death (Minor Completion)

"I see."

Yun Zhao suddenly realized.

In the primordial world, the most crucial factor in advancing from a Taiyi Golden Immortal to a Daluo Golden Immortal is not simply the accumulation of magical power, but rather the "laws"!

The Taiyi Golden Immortal is one who achieves the Taiyi Flawless Body by unifying his own supernatural powers, physical body, primordial spirit, and magical power.

The Great Luo Golden Immortal, on the other hand, begins to touch upon the laws of the Great Dao. With these laws as their foundation, their primordial spirit resides in the void, transcending the river of time and free from the constraints of cause and effect.

No matter how powerful one's magic is, without a complete set of laws to support it, one is ultimately just a pseudo-Great Luo who "has the power of a Great Luo but no real position."

"No wonder... I was wondering how that monkey, who clearly possessed the power of a Great Luo Immortal, could fight me to a standstill. It seems that Sun Wukong has not comprehended the laws."

The same goes for Kasyapa. Although the opponent was strong, Yun Zhao only felt the power of his magic, not the pressure from his soul.

That's just the effect resulting from quantitative change.

"Receive the Law of Death."

Yun Zhao chuckled softly and raised his hand to make a sweeping motion in the air.

A dark, deathly, and decaying aura emanated from his fingertips, transforming into a wisp of black thread. Wherever it passed, the space withered, collapsed, and vanished into nothingness.

The Laws of Death, a minor achievement.

Although it was only a small achievement, it was enough for him to truly break through that barrier.

In an instant, Yun Zhao felt his magical power and the law of death merge within him. In his primordial spirit, a dark imperial figure slowly emerged—the imperial figure wore a crown of withered bones, a black robe, and was surrounded by deathly aura. In his hand, he held an imperial sword formed from countless withered bones, exuding majesty, indifference, and annihilation.

"boom--"

A muffled thud that only he could hear.

The realm of the Taiyi Golden Immortal shattered with a deafening roar!

Magic power, primordial spirit, physical body, and Daoist essence—these four are united, with the Law of Death as their foundation, allowing for instantaneous advancement.

Great Golden Immortal!

Yun Zhao opened his eyes, and in his pupils, two colors, one black and one purple, intertwined. His left eye was as dark as an abyss, while his right eye was as purple as a dragon.

He exhaled gently, and with that breath, the hundred-foot-tall mountain rocks in front of him withered, weathered, and turned into dust, which then scattered with the wind.

"What a fine law of death."