I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

"Become stronger! Strong enough that no one dares to plot against you, strong enough to ignore all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens!"

Ning Chen resolutely stopped the railway.

"The road ahead is long, but this Primordial Yin-Yang Creation Scripture holds a key to it! Senior brother, why don't you give it a try?"

Monkey King felt a deep sense of dread about the terrifying future Ning Chen spoke of.

He suppressed the monkey's unruly nature, sat cross-legged, and tried to circulate the "Primordial Yin-Yang Creation Scripture" according to the incantation Ning Chen had given him.

At first, he felt somewhat lost due to the abundant innate spiritual energy within him.

But as the technique was activated, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, the Monkey King's aura changed, as if two invisible rivers had opened up within his body. One was as hot as lava, extremely strong and yang, while the other was as deep as a cold pool, extremely yin and gentle.

These two energies, which should be incompatible like fire and water, are, under the rule of the "Primordial Yin-Yang Creation Scripture," connected end to end like yin and yang fish, flowing slowly, stimulating and nourishing each other!

Then, strange phenomena appeared. On the left side of Sun Wukong's body, a faint golden halo was faintly visible, and the intense heat caused the surrounding air to distort slightly, as if real fire was flowing within his body.

His right side was enveloped in a cool, silvery glow, emanating a chill that instantly covered the grass around him with frost!

When the cultivation technique is pushed to its limit, it instantly draws upon the energy of heaven and earth!

Above Fangcun Mountain, wind and clouds suddenly gathered!

Two completely different kinds of spiritual energy from heaven and earth descended in wisps and gathered above Wukong's head, forming a constantly rotating yin-yang vortex!

The surrounding vegetation, at a speed visible to the naked eye, withers and flourishes in turn under the alternating nourishment of Yin and Yang energies, demonstrating the wonder of life's creation!

The Monkey King's golden fur shone even more brilliantly under the influence of the Yin and Yang energies.

The profound and mysterious Daoist charm of primordial unity and perfect harmony permeated Monkey King's body!

After completing his cultivation, Monkey King opened his golden eyes, which burst forth with dazzling divine light. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Ning Chen's arm, and shouted.

"Junior brother! This method is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! I feel I can become even stronger! If I persist long enough, no one can put those damn chains on me!"

Looking at the strange phenomenon on Monkey King's body, Ning Chen finally felt a little relieved.

The senior brother, who had cultivated the Golden Bell Cover and the Yi Jin Jing, had already altered part of his fate. Even with his collarbones locked and his extraordinary magical powers sealed, he was still able to establish himself as king under the Two Realms Mountain, relying on 100,000 demon monkeys, and resist gods and Buddhas for over five hundred years...

If you, senior brother, were to further cultivate your own "Primordial Yin-Yang Creation Scripture," how much stronger would you become?

Ning Chen knew that his aptitude was shallow and that he would not be able to cultivate to the level of a true immortal in a short time.

But the Monkey King is different; he is blessed by heaven and earth and has endless potential to be explored.

Ning Chen could imagine that when he embarked on the eighty-one tribulations again in the future, he only needed to mention his senior brother's name to clear the way through mountains and build bridges over rivers, ensuring a smooth journey!

However, neither of them noticed that in the misty cave of Fangcun Mountain, a gaze pierced through the void, silently watching everything that was happening in the Rotten Peach Forest.

The Bodhi Patriarch stroked his beard, remaining silent, his brow slightly furrowed...

This Wuchen... every time he comes back, something is off.

If he continues teaching like this, who will be able to control this monkey?

Bodhi Patriarch shook his head slightly and instructed the boy beneath him.

"Go and summon Wu Chen to come see me!"

........

Ning Chen stood in front of the Bodhi Patriarch's cave, a slight chill running through him. He wondered why the Patriarch had summoned him alone this time.

The stone door of the cave slid open silently, revealing the misty blue clouds inside.

"Wu Chen, come in..."

As the Patriarch's gentle voice rang out, Ning Chen stepped inside and saw Patriarch Bodhi sitting upright on a futon, surrounded by pure energy, his aura as deep as the ocean, appearing even more unfathomable and profound than usual.

The patriarch slightly raised his eyes, and those eyes that had seen through countless ages fell on Ning Chen.

He scrutinized Ning Chen for a moment, then smiled gently.

"Wu Chen........"

The patriarch's voice was calm and distant.

"You've returned from your descent to the mortal realm in such a hurry, did you bring back any new and interesting things for your master?"

The Bodhi Patriarch asked this casually, but Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat.

The patriarch possessed extraordinary powers; all things in this world were probably like dust in his eyes. How could he care about worldly gifts?

He clearly knew that his actions just now, along with those of his senior brother Wukong, were a warning to him...

Ning Chen took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and respectfully stepped forward, taking out a warm and smooth jade slip from his divine realm space.

This jade slip contains the "Primordial Yin-Yang Creation Scripture". Ning Chen originally planned to pass it on to Tang Hao and Luo Zhantian when he had the chance, but now he might as well let the ancestor take a look first and make him laugh.

"I have gained some insights and understandings from this trip, and I have compiled them into a written document. I dare not keep them to myself and offer them to the Patriarch for his correction."

Bodhi Patriarch glanced at the jade slip, but without raising his hand, the jade slip flew into his palm on its own.

A ray of clear light flowed from the patriarch's fingertip into the jade slip, and the information within was instantly read.

The cave fell silent for a moment.

The patriarch's eyes were slightly closed, as if he were carefully examining the cultivation techniques in the jade slip.

Its content integrates the essence of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang, two pinnacle works of mortal martial arts. It takes the supreme mystery of the flow of Yin and Yang, the balance of strength and gentleness, and the creation and destruction of life and death, and deduces and sublimates it to point directly to the origin of the immortal path.

Its lofty ideals and ingenious conception have far surpassed the boundaries of the mortal world.

A moment later, the patriarch slowly opened his eyes, his gaze towards Ning Chen filled with undisguised admiration.

"Excellent! What a magnificent Primordial Yin-Yang Creation Scripture! Wu Chen, your comprehension is truly unparalleled, your talent exceptional. You have grasped the essence of creation, and you have managed to integrate the mortal path with the true methods of the immortals so seamlessly, innovating to such a high degree. It is truly rare!"

Receiving such praise from the patriarch stirred a surge of emotion within Ning Chen.

However, before he could humbly express his admonition, Bodhi Patriarch abruptly changed the subject, his tone carrying a warning.

"This technique is profound in its conception and has boundless potential. Practicing along this path will greatly benefit you, however..."

The patriarch's gaze was like lightning, staring directly into Ning Chen's eyes, and he spoke clearly, word by word.

"You should practice this scripture yourself; do not let your senior brother practice it either!"

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The patriarch's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Ning Chen's mind!

He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Why is it that I can practice this sutra, but my fellow disciple cannot?

In an instant, the image of Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, five hundred years later, under the Five Fingers Mountain, flashed through his mind, along with that line:

"Junior brother, as the direct descendant of the patriarch's lineage, you can ask him yourself in the future... Unlike me, old Sun, who is ultimately just a trustee..."

Then I recalled the words of advice my master gave me when Sun Wukong graduated from his apprenticeship, according to the original historical timeline.

"You monkey, you're destined for disaster! No matter what trouble you cause, you're not allowed to say you're my disciple. If you utter even half a word, I'll know, and I'll skin you alive, grind your bones to dust, and banish your soul to the deepest hell, so you'll never be able to reincarnate!"

Such vicious words are definitely not something a master would say to his personal disciple.

Ning Chen was overwhelmed with a jumble of thoughts and didn't know how to start speaking.

Is his plan to help his senior brother become stronger and change his destiny about to be thwarted by the patriarch himself, just as it begins?

But what is the reason for all of this?

Ning Chen recalled the image of his senior brother, five hundred years later, trembling as he held up the nine-thousand-year-old peach and handed it to him.

His eyes immediately reddened, and he was overwhelmed with emotion.

Ning Chen disregarded his reverence and boldly looked directly into the ancestor's deep eyes, his voice trembling slightly.

"Master, I am foolish and humbly beg you for guidance! My senior brother is exceptionally gifted, far surpassing me. This scripture would surely be a great help to him, enabling him to quickly attain the Great Dao and enjoy a carefree life. Why, why cannot it be passed on to him?"

Bodhi Patriarch looked into Ning Chen's eyes and saw the childlike innocence in them, and the stubbornness with which he would fight for his senior brother at all costs.

He remained silent for a long time.

Finally, Bodhi Patriarch sighed softly, stroking his long, snow-white beard.

"Wuchen, do you know why I took Wukong as my disciple back then?"