Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 445 The Mischievous Demon King Returns Home in Glory!

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, and without going back to pack up, he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Dongsheng Shenzhou, Aolai Kingdom, and Huaguo Mountain.

Wukong acted quickly, following behind Sun Wukong. In just a moment, the two figures disappeared from Fangcun Mountain.

On the Thirty-Three Heavens, Zhunti's benevolent corpse returned and slowly merged into the saint's true form. Zhunti's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a look of wild joy. "Senior brother, that monkey has completed his studies and has returned to Flower Fruit Mountain. The next step of the Western Tribulation can begin. We are one step closer to the great prosperity of our West."

Jieyin's eyes lit up. "How did that monkey perform on Fangcun Mountain?"

Zhunti quickly recounted Sun Wukong's performance to Jieyin. After listening, Jieyin let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes revealing a profound look. "The task of teaching the monkey is complete. Now, it's up to the Heavenly Court."

"Junior brother, in my opinion, we still need to go to the Heavenly Court. We absolutely cannot afford any more accidents in the next step of our plan."

"What you say is true, senior brother."

Zhunti nodded emphatically.

In the past two hundred years, Huaguo Mountain, the ancestral home of the three islands and the ten continents of Dongsheng Shenzhou, Aolai Kingdom, has undergone tremendous changes. In the surrounding tens of thousands of miles of sea, many demon kings have been born, opening up seventy-two caves, collectively known as the Seventy-Two Demon Kings of the East Sea.

Of course, although they are called demon kings, their cultivation is actually quite average. Most of them are only True Immortals or Profound Immortals, and even Golden Immortals are few and far between.

With this level of strength, if it were before the Great Tribulation of the Lich King, people would have laughed their heads off. It is only now that the Great Tribulation of the Gods has passed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has dissipated, the innate has returned to the acquired, and the difficulty of cultivation has greatly increased, that such a ridiculous scene has occurred.

Among the seventy-two demon kings, there are seven extremely powerful demon kings, known as the Seven Great Kings.

They are the Bull Demon King, the Roc Demon King, the Flood Dragon Demon King, the Yu Rong King, the Macaque King, the Lion Camel King, and the Chaos Demon King.

These seven demon kings, the weakest of whom had the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, could still be considered demon kings in this era.

In mid-air, two streaks of light flashed and finally landed on Flower Fruit Mountain; they were Sun Wukong and Wujue.

Wujue looked around Flower Fruit Mountain with excitement, his eyes full of joy. "Junior Brother Wukong, this Flower Fruit Mountain is so beautiful! It truly lives up to its reputation as the source of the Three Islands and the ancestral vein of the Ten Continents."

Sun Wukong was also beaming with joy. How could he not be happy to be praised for his hometown?

"On Flower Fruit Mountain, there are two things that are best: peaches and monkey wine. Let's go down now, and I'll show you how to taste them."

Sun Wukong brought Wujue to Flower Fruit Mountain, only to witness a truly astonishing scene.

Huaguo Mountain is still the same Huaguo Mountain, and the monkeys are still the same group of monkeys, only now there are many more jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.

These jackals, tigers, and leopards, having absorbed the essence of the sun and moon day and night, have developed intelligence, yet at this moment, they live in harmony with the monkey tribe!

Wujue exclaimed in surprise, "Junior Brother Wukong, Flower Fruit Mountain is truly a land that embraces all rivers! The monkey race can actually coexist with all races."

Sun Wukong remained silent, then casually used his tricks to capture a monkey.

The monkey was picking peaches in the tree when it was suddenly grabbed. It shrank back in fear, but when it saw that Sun Wukong was a monkey just like them, it breathed a sigh of relief.

Sun Wukong asked, "Flower Fruit Mountain has always been the domain of the monkeys. How come there are so many jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards now living peacefully with the monkeys?"

The monkey looked at Sun Wukong with surprise, seemingly shocked that Sun Wukong would ask such a strange question.

After quickly organizing his thoughts, he said quite naturally, "This is the territory of the Demon King, and we are all his subjects, so of course we will live in harmony."

"The territory of the Demon King, the subjects of the Demon King?"

The stone monkey was completely stunned and it took it a long time to react.

He clearly remembered that more than two hundred years ago, when he left Flower Fruit Mountain, there was no such so-called Demon King.

"Who is this troublemaker? Where does he live? What does he look like? What are his skills? How dare he occupy my Flower Fruit Mountain?"

The monkey answered honestly, "The Mischievous Demon King is said to be a white bear who attained enlightenment and lives on Kanyuan Mountain, not far from Flower Fruit Mountain. He is very powerful. The King takes good care of our Flower Fruit Mountain and does not allow those jackals, wolves, tigers and leopards to harm us in the slightest."

Although he only heard a few words from the monkeys, Sun Wukong could sense their respect for the Demon King.

Sun Wukong nodded thoughtfully, as if remembering something, and asked, "How old is the oldest monkey on our Flower Fruit Mountain now?"

"The oldest one seems to be over 150 years old."

The monkey thought for a moment and answered uncertainly.

With a wave of his hand, Sun Wukong sent the monkey back to its original spot.

"Junior Brother Wukong, what should we do next? Go and settle accounts with that troublemaker?"

Wujue was eager to try. He had been in Fangcun Mountain for many years but had no opportunity for real combat. He was really going to get sick from being so bored.

Sun Wukong said, "Let's go, let's go to Kanyuan Mountain and see what kind of background that Demon King is."

Sun Wukong, having realized his enlightenment, transformed into two streaks of light and flew towards Kanyuan Mountain.

In the Shuizhai Cave of Kanyuan Mountain, the Demon King was fast asleep, his strong body revealing muscles that hinted at immense power.

The current troublemaker, through diligent study and practice, has also achieved the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal.

Before long, Sun Wukong and Wujue arrived outside Kanyuan Mountain.

He was immediately surrounded by a large group of lesser demons, who shouted, "Who goes there, trespassing on my Kanyuan Mountain!"

"How dare you! Flying is prohibited on Mount Kanyuan! You have committed a grave offense; confess your crimes now!"

"Keep your voice down, the king is sleeping, don't wake him up."

Sun Wukong glanced indifferently at the monsters surrounding him and waved his hand slightly!

"boom!"

A terrifying storm of magical power suddenly arose, and the lesser demons were caught in the raging wind, almost suffocating. Their bodies were violently thrown into the air and they crashed to the ground in a sorry state.

The little demons were all thick-skinned and tough, so naturally nothing happened to them, but the pain from the hard fall still made them wince.

"You little devil, dare you come out and see me?"

Sun Wukong calmly shouted towards the entrance of the dirty cave.

Inside the filthy cave, the Demon King impatiently rolled over and muttered, "Who is it, disturbing my sweet dreams so early in the morning?"

At that moment, another voice entered the dirty cave, carrying a hint of threat.

"You little devil, if you don't come out soon, all your men will become delicacies: braised bear paws, steamed tiger penis, and deer blood soup."

The Demon King was so angry that smoke was practically billowing from his nose. "I'd like to see which kind of scoundrel dares to run wild outside my Dirty Water Cave."

The mischievous demon king, wielding a gleaming large cleaver, flew straight out of the filthy cave.

(End of this chapter)