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

Chapter 461 Fierce Battle at the Southern Heavenly Gate, Guanyin Intervenes

In a split second, Nezha unleashed multiple defensive techniques, including the Universe Ring, the Hun Tian Ling, the Fire-Tipped Spear, and the Wind-Fire Wheels, preparing to take Sun Wukong's palm strike head-on.

Soon, the golden giant palm struck Nezha. Contrary to expectations, there was no overwhelming force of palm strike. Instead, there was only a few strands of magical power that Nezha could easily ignore.

Nezha instantly understood Sun Wukong's meaning, let out a scream, and his whole body, like a kite with a broken string, drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air before landing heavily next to Li Jing.

Nezha's face turned deathly pale, ashen, and he gripped Li Jing's arm tightly. Then, his face flushed red, and he spat out a large pool of blood. "Father, the demon monkey is powerful. I am no match for him."

Li Jing was initially calm and composed, but seeing Nezha like this, he panicked. Could Sun Wukong really have gone too far and seriously injured Nezha?

But when Li Jing saw Nezha's cunning eyes, he realized it was all an act. He secretly admired his son's acting skills. Then, Li Jing let out a scream and threw himself on top of Nezha, crying, "Nezha, my son! How could you be so careless!"

Then, he turned his head angrily and pointed at Sun Wukong, saying, "You audacious monkey! Seize this monkey! In the Lingxiao Palace, I, the Heavenly King, will personally reward you for your merits."

One hundred thousand well-trained heavenly soldiers, under Li Jing's command, charged towards Sun Wukong, their battle cries shaking the heavens and earth.

Within the layers of space, Zhao Gongming observed everything with perfect clarity and couldn't help but smile, "Not bad acting skills."

"Teacher, if you help your junior brother like this, won't the Heavenly Court take offense?"

Liu Er scratched his head, implying whether Haotian would personally intervene.

Although Sun Wukong, with Zhao Gongming's help, ascended to the realm of Quasi-Saint Great Perfection in one step, he still lacked the foundation and accumulation of a true Quasi-Saint Great Perfection cultivator over countless millennia. If Haotian were to make a move, he would inevitably suffer a defeat.

Zhao Gongming smiled and shook his head, "Don't forget, the main players in this great calamity are the West and Buddhism. The task of suppressing the monkey should also be handled by Buddhism. The Heavenly Court will not interfere."

"The west."

Six-Eared Macaques began to count, "Even if you add up all of them together—one Dipankara, one Guanyin, one Bhaisajyaguru, and one Maitreya—they still wouldn't be a match for my junior brother. But what if the Western Saints personally intervened?"

Zhao Gongming said calmly, "Only the West has sages, while my Jie Sect has no sages?"

Liu Er slapped his forehead. "The teacher is right."

"Now, let's watch this monkey's performance. Millions of years after the Investiture of the Gods, finally, there's some good show to watch."

Zhao Gongming remained calm and watched Sun Wukong with great interest. If things went as expected, the monkey would soon be attacking the Heavenly Court, wouldn't he?

Nine heavens, in mid-air, countless heavenly soldiers and generals, carrying eighteen heavenly nets, came towards him like countless locusts, covering the sky and the sun, densely packed.

In the past, Sun Wukong would have been somewhat wary, but now that he possesses the strength of a Quasi-Saint at the Great Perfection, he is no match for him!

"Big, big, big, big, big!"

Facing the approaching celestial soldiers and generals, Sun Wukong silently recited an incantation.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand grew larger in the wind, resembling a golden pillar of heaven, which Sun Wukong held firmly in his hand.

He pushed forward with the momentum, then swept it fiercely, and a wave of air, almost tangible, shattered the eighteen Heavenly Nets and engulfed 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

"what!"

"it hurts!"

"hateful!"

One by one, the heavenly generals cried out in fear as they were struck down to the mortal realm, like ten thousand stars falling.

In just over ten breaths, not a single one of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals survived.

"Leave this to me, you just do your job."

The Demon King of Chaos arrived beside Sun Wukong on a cloud and spoke in a deep voice.

With a single blow, Sun Wukong swept away 100,000 heavenly soldiers, and his aura surged even higher than before.

Two beams of golden light shot from his eyes, piercing the heavens and earth, peering into the sun, moon, and stars. "Then today, I will personally ascend to the Heavenly Court and ask the Jade Emperor a question!"

Sun Wukong's figure flashed, a golden stream of light pierced through the heavens and earth, and he appeared at the South Heavenly Gate in the blink of an eye.

At the South Heavenly Gate, the gatekeeper is still Nangong Shi, the former general of Xiqi.

"This wicked star is incredibly audacious, daring to attack the Heavenly Court!"

Nangong Shi was so anxious he was almost in tears, unsure whether to stop him or not.

Those who are destined to be annihilated, whether in body or soul, will likely suffer complete destruction. Although they will not perish due to the existence of the Investiture of the Gods, it will take hundreds or thousands of years for them to be reborn.

For hundreds or thousands of years, they have been stuck in one place, unable to move or sleep, only able to quietly watch the world go by. It is comparable to the most agonizing torture in the world; even if they don't die, they will go insane.

Should we not stop them?

Opening the South Heavenly Gate without authorization and deserting in the face of battle is the act of a deserter, and there is only one outcome: death!

He was utterly destroyed, his true spirit erased from the Investiture of the Gods, and Nangong Shi ceased to exist in the world.

Just as Nangong Shi was feeling uneasy, a large group of war gods and generals from the Fire Department, Water Department, Thunder Department, and Fighting Department arrived at the South Heavenly Gate.

The one leading them was none other than Wen Zhong, the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder from the Nine Heavens of the Thunder Department.

"You monstrous monkey, cease your arrogance!"

Wen Zhong held a golden whip, crackling with lightning and bursting with electric arcs, and lashed it out at Sun Wukong.

But Sun Wukong just smiled slightly, raised his golden cudgel, and swept it away, knocking Wen Zhong aside.

He transformed into a golden ray of light and plunged into the encirclement of the divine generals from the Fighting, Water, Fire, and Thunder departments.

The staff flashed, the Dao energy surged, and then came screams of agony!

In less than ten breaths, all of the hundreds of divine generals from the four divisions were knocked to the ground by Sun Wukong, their faces pale and screaming in agony.

After defeating the assembled gods, Sun Wukong approached Nangong Shi and asked, "Are you going to stop me?"

Nangong Shi stammered, "No, I wouldn't dare."

"You eat the emperor's food and bear his worries; it's a disgrace to have a coward like you serving as a gatekeeper!"

With a wave of his hand, Sun Wukong sent Nangong Shi flying, his whereabouts unknown, and then swaggered into the South Heavenly Gate.

After passing through the South Heavenly Gate, one arrives at the Lingxiao Palace. Sun Wukong had not traveled far when he heard the sound of Buddhist chanting.

"Amitabha Buddha, out of compassion, I cannot bear to see the Great Sage continue his mischief, so I have come to advise him to stop."

Guanyin Bodhisattva, carrying a white jade bottle in one hand and a whisk in the other, walked slowly from the front with an expression neither sad nor happy.

"Who are you!"

Sun Wukong's face turned cold.

"The revered one in Buddhism, Guanyin Bodhisattva."

"boom!"

Without saying a word, Sun Wukong struck Guanyin with his staff. He had long wanted to take action against the Buddhists!

Guanyin was startled, not expecting Sun Wukong to attack so suddenly. She quickly dodged the blow!

But when Sun Wukong made his move, it was like a storm. With his Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand, he transformed into countless staff shadows, leaving no gaps. Astonishing Daoist energy spread from his body, almost becoming tangible!

Even the aftershocks from the mere swing of the staff tore the void apart and caused spacetime to collapse.

(End of this chapter)