Gou Zai Xi You Dao Chang Sheng

The online sensation "Gou Zai Xi You De Dao Chang Sheng" (苟在西游得道长生), a heartfelt work by author Ji Bai V, is available here.

Western Paradise, Mount Ling, Great Thunder Temple.

The Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats are arranged on both sides, each occupying their respective positions.

Golden light shone brightly in the hall, auspicious clouds filled the air, Buddhist chants resounded, and heavenly flowers rained down.

On the lotus platform in the very center sat a person.

This person was wearing a golden kasaya, with a face like a full moon and eyebrows like crescent moons.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, a smile that was both sad and kind.

His whole body was bathed in Buddha's light.

Within that Buddha's light, one could faintly discern the endless cycle of birth and death in the three thousand great chiliocosms, and the countless beings, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, endlessly reincarnating.

This is Shakyamuni Buddha, the World Honored One.

Venus stood in the hall, bowed respectfully, and conveyed the Jade Emperor's message.

After hearing this, the Buddha nodded slightly and slowly spoke, his voice deep and resonant:

"Amitabha. The Jade Emperor has summoned me; how could this old monk dare to disobey?"

That monkey wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, stealing peaches and pills, disrupting the Peach Banquet, and committing grave sins.

This old monk's actions are not for the Heavenly Court, but for the Three Realms.

He added, "However, Venus should report back to the Jade Emperor."

Although the monkey was mischievous, it was born of nature and nurtured by the spirit of heaven and earth.

The old monk did not wish to commit indiscriminate killing, but hoped that everything would remain as usual.

Venus felt a slight chill and took his leave.

The Buddha watched Venus depart, then turned his gaze to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the hall, and slowly said:

"The monkey has now hidden itself in a cave."

Although that grotto was small, it was a world of its own, outside the Three Realms and not bound by the Five Elements.

"This old monk needs your help to break through that grotto-heaven."

Guanyin Bodhisattva clasped her hands together and asked, "World Honored One, is the master of that grotto-heaven Li Yan?"

The Buddha nodded: "Indeed. Li Yan's background is extraordinary."

He cultivated himself on Huaguo Mountain for many years and has profound attainments in alchemy, formations, and Qimen Dunjia.

The grotto-heaven he created, though only a middle-thousand world, was still no small matter.

Manjushri Bodhisattva said, "World Honored One, since Li Yan is merely a wandering immortal from the lower realm..."

How solid can the cave he created really be?

The World-Honored One, with his great supernatural powers, defeated it with nothing more than a flick of his wrist.

The Buddha smiled slightly, closed his eyes for a moment, and then suddenly opened them.

Those eyes were like two deep pools, reflecting the entire world.

He gazed at the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the palace, stretching all the way to the lower realm.

"Good."

The Buddha spoke slowly.

"That monkey and Li Yan were indeed extraordinary."

The old monk had just used his all-seeing eye to observe, and all he saw was a chaotic scene, like viewing flowers through mist or gazing at the moon in water.

The location of those two was shrouded in a strange treasure, obscuring the secrets of heaven, making it impossible for even the old monk to see clearly.

Upon hearing this, all the Buddhas in the hall had a slight change in expression.

Vajra Buddha clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "World Honored One, Li Yan is just a wandering immortal from the lower realm. How could he have such methods?"

Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal might not be able to deceive the World Honored One's wise eyes.

The Buddha shook his head slightly: "Vajra is unaware of this."

Li Yan's master was mysterious, and the object in his hand that concealed the secrets of heaven was beyond his own cultivation level.

As for what that thing actually was, the old monk was not quite sure.

I could only vaguely sense a familiar aura emanating from that object.

Manjushri Bodhisattva asked, "World Honored One, is that object a primordial spiritual treasure?"

After a moment of contemplation, the Buddha said, "It's not necessarily true that it's a primordial spiritual treasure."

However, that object was imbued with the Daoist aura of a powerful being.

The profound mystery of that Daoist philosophy was beyond even the comprehension of the old monk.

The monkey and Li Yan hid in the cave, where they were further concealed by a strange treasure.

If this old monk wishes to forcibly perform calculations, he will need everyone's assistance.

Having said that, the Tathagata formed a mudra with his hands and recited a mantra.

The mantra was profound and unfathomable, like a Buddhist chant or the tolling of a bell, echoing endlessly in the Great Thunderclap Temple.

Sensing the fluctuations of the Tathagata's Dharma power, all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the hall closed their eyes and concentrated.

He merged his own magical power into the Buddha's radiant light.

The Buddha's light then surged, bathing the entire sacred mountain in a golden glow.

Within the Buddha's light, the phantom images of Buddha, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and celestial dragons appeared, swirling and dancing around the Tathagata.

The Tathagata gathered the power of all Buddhas at his brow and, with that supreme wisdom, probed towards the direction of Flower Fruit Mountain.

That divine sense was like a vast net, covering the heavens and the earth, enveloping the three realms.

Wherever it goes, mountains and rivers, cities and villages, plants and animals are all within its perception.

But when he reached the sky above a certain mountain, he encountered a barrier.

That barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it was indestructible.

When the divine sense touched the barrier, it felt a force rebound back, pushing the divine sense away.

The Buddha's expression remained unchanged as he continued to unleash his magical power.

The power of all the Buddhas converged at one point, like a vajra, and pierced the barrier.

Click!

A thin crack appeared on the barrier.

Within that barrier lay a state of chaos.

In the chaos, there were faint, indistinct images of mountains and rivers, but they were blurry and indistinct.

Tathagata sensed two auras deep within the chaos.

A force of extreme strength and masculinity, sharp and domineering, that was none other than Sun Wukong.

The other path, pure and mysterious, belonged to Li Yan.

Just as the Buddha was about to examine it closely, the barrier suddenly trembled.

A ray of spiritual light surged forth from the depths of chaos, dazzling and so bright that it caused the Buddha's divine consciousness to tremble slightly.

Within that spiritual light, a faint phantom of a tortoise shell floated in the air.

The tortoise shell was engraved with countless mysterious runes, densely packed, like a celestial script.

The runes shimmered with a ghostly light, enveloping the chaos and preventing Tathagata's divine sense from advancing even an inch further.

That Daoist aura was pure, ethereal, and lofty, no less than his.

A complex emotion flashed in Tathagata's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the ten fingers of both hands intertwined, like a lotus flower blooming.

That mudra is called the Vajra Prajna Mudra, one of the Tathagata's supreme supernatural powers, capable of breaking through all illusions and illuminating all truths.

The Buddha's light was so intense that it was as if thousands of suns were rising at the same time, illuminating the inside and outside of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The barrier, sensing this immense power, began to tremble violently.

The phantom of the tortoise shell reappeared, transforming into a curtain of light that enveloped the chaos.

At the same time, Tathagata's divine consciousness transformed into a vajra and pierced towards the light barrier.

boom!

The light curtain trembled.

The phantom of the tortoise shell flickered, its spiritual light flashing intermittently.

The power of the Vajra Prajna Seal flowed continuously into the divine consciousness.

They transformed into vajras, one after another, and pierced towards the light barrier.

One, two, three... ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Under the continuous impact of the vajra, the light barrier finally gave way.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Cracks spread across the light screen.

The phantom of the tortoise shell was dim in its spiritual light, and the runes flickered.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tathagata entered, his divine sense probing into the depths of chaos along the crack.

That was a world unto itself.

Within a radius of 300,000 li, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the scenery is ever-changing.

Mount Tianzhu soars into the clouds, and atop its summit stands the World Tree, its golden light shimmering.

In Anleyuan, the monkeys frolicked and played.

The two sat cross-legged beneath the World Tree.

One person was wearing a golden chainmail and a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown.

The other person was wearing a blue Taoist robe and had a calm expression.

At this moment, the two were channeling their magical power to the fullest extent.

One is trying to open the gate to the Great Luo, while the other is trying its best to maintain the stability of the cave.

When Buddha sensed the aura emanating from Sun Wukong, his expression changed slightly.

The five elements of energy on the monkey's body have gradually reached a balance.

The gate to the Great Luo has already been opened a crack.

Given a little more time, he will be able to knock on that door and attain the Great Luo.

at this time.

Inside the grotto.

Li Yan was sitting cross-legged under the World Tree, channeling his full magical power to help Sun Wukong stabilize the Great Luo Gate.

Suddenly, he felt a force surging in from the outside, a force far beyond his ability to resist.

His expression changed drastically, and he formed a hand seal.

He mobilized all the power of heaven and earth within the cave, transforming it into a light curtain to protect the World Tree.

boom!

Li Yan groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, reinforcing the light barrier even further.

"Brother!" Sun Wukong sensed Li Yan's unusual behavior, a hint of anxiety flashing in his golden eyes. "You..."

"Junior brother, don't get distracted!" Li Yan said in a deep voice, "Focus on pushing the door open! I can still hold on!"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, regained his composure, and continued to use the power of the cave to push open the gate of the Great Luo.

The Great Gate of Luo is slowly opening.

But at that moment, another force surged in from the outside.

Li Yan felt a chill run down his spine; he sensed that it was the power of many star lords.

Those star lords, using the Zhou Tian Star Array, gathered the power of the stars into one force and pressed down on the cave heaven.

The power of the stars was vast and boundless, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.

Li Yan's expression was solemn. He formed hand seals and silently recited incantations.

The technique he used was one of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, passed down by the patriarch, called Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations.

This ability to reverse the stars and turn the world upside down is a great supernatural power.

Above that grotto, starlight twinkled, the Big Dipper shifted, and the Southern Dipper hung upside down.

The stellar energy surging from the outside world was diverted by the Star-Shifting Technique, deviating from its intended path.

It crashed into the void outside the cave.

Rumble!

The void trembled, and chaos surged.

Although the power of the stars did not directly strike the cave, it still caused the cave's walls to tremble violently.

Li Yan felt his primordial spirit sway, and his face paled even more.

That Star-Shifting Technique is extremely taxing on magical power, and since he was already injured, it only made matters worse.

But he knew he couldn't back down now.

Once you retreat, the Gate of Great Luo will close again.

Sun Wukong's chance to attain the Great Luo realm would be dashed.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and took out a pill from his sleeve and swallowed it.

The elixir entered the abdomen and transformed into a warm current that rose from the dantian and flowed throughout the limbs and bones.

His depleted magical power was restored to some extent.

Just then, another force from the outside world surged in.

That power was cold and eerie, like the wind from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Li Yan sensed that power and his heart skipped a beat.

Wherever that eerie light passed, the void solidified, and all things withered—it was the power of death.

Li Yan dared not be negligent, and with his hands forming hand seals, he unleashed the Returning Wind and Fire technique.

This transformation can reverse yin and yang, turning death into life; it is the supreme method to restrain the power of yin and cold.

Within that grotto, the yin and yang energies circulated, transforming into a Taiji diagram that hung above the grotto.

The Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, absorbing the eerie light into it, using yang to overcome yin, and life to overcome death.

Chi Chi!

The eerie light struggled within the Taiji diagram for a moment before transforming into a wisp of green smoke and vanishing without a trace.

But that deathly power was not just one.

They kept pouring in.

The Tai Chi diagram absorbed too much eerie light, gradually dimming and its rotation slowing down.

Li Yan felt the magical power within his primordial spirit being consumed like flowing water.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, mobilizing the power of the World Tree and channeling it into the Tai Chi diagram.

The Tai Chi diagram, empowered by the World Tree, regained its brilliance and accelerated its rotation, dissolving the eerie light one by one.

The next moment, several more forces surged in simultaneously.

That was the power of all the celestial beings in the Heavenly Court—the Nine Luminaries, the Twenty-Eight Mansions, and the Twelve Diviners—all working together.

Each of those forces has its own unique characteristics.

Domineering and fierce, effeminate and unpredictable, righteous and righteous, mysterious and unpredictable.

They intertwined, forming a giant net that enveloped the cave.

Li Yan repeatedly unleashed various supernatural powers from the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang.

Turning rivers and seas upside down, reversing yin and yang, the Five Elements Great Escape, the Six Jia Qimen...

One move after another, in an endless stream.

Those supernatural powers were all incredibly mysterious.

But the external forces are simply too numerous and too powerful.

For every move he made, another move was countered.

The giant net drew closer and tightened.

Li Yan felt that his magical power was almost exhausted.

The backlash surged forth like a tidal wave, impacting the cave.

His face was ashen, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The World Tree also sensed the danger, its golden light flashing as it continuously supplied him with power.

But the World Tree was only in its early stages, its foundations not yet secure.

Although it possesses spirituality, it is unable to contend with the combined forces of the three parties.

Li Yan sensed that cracks had begun to appear on the trunk of the World Tree.

That was a sign that the grotto was about to crumble.

A wave of sorrow washed over him.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of pain flashed in Sun Wukong's golden eyes.

He gazed at the Great Luo Gate, just one step away from being able to push it open.

But he knew that if he continued to hold on, Li Yan would surely die.

Once that cave is shattered, Li Yan's primordial spirit will be severely damaged. At best, his cultivation will be completely destroyed; at worst, his soul will be scattered.

He gritted his teeth and pulled his mind away from the Great Luo Gate.

The Great Luo Gate, having lost its support, slowly closed.

The light behind the door gradually faded.

The Dao Fruit that was about to be obtained was like a mirage, something that could be seen but not reached.

Sun Wukong stood up, his golden eyes filled with determination.

"Brother, I, Old Sun, am no longer seeking enlightenment."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan was startled.

Sun Wukong raised his hand to stop him, grinning, but there was a hint of bitterness in that smile:

"Brother, I know you're doing this for my own good."

But I, Old Sun, cannot risk your life for my own sake.

And those monkey bastards, they're following me, Old Sun, to enjoy good fortune, not to die.

He walked up to Li Yan, plucked a handful of hairs from his body, and stuffed them into Li Yan's hand.

Those golden hairs were his protective covering.

It contains magical power, can ward off disasters, and can create clones.

"Brother, take these hairs."

If there is any danger, I will use my magic to activate my clone and it will appear.

Although I can't fight for you, I can at least shield you from some harm.

Holding the feather in his hands, Li Yan felt a surge of bittersweet emotion.

He stared at Sun Wukong's golden eyes and opened his mouth.

Sun Wukong patted him on the shoulder and laughed:

"Brother, you should take those monkeys and find a safe place to hide."

I, Old Sun, am going out to meet those heavenly soldiers and generals.

I, Old Sun, want to see what they're capable of that could possibly subdue me!

Having said that, he leaped into the air, transforming into a golden light and leaving the cave.

Li Yan reached out to grab it, but only grasped a wisp of air.

He knew that Sun Wukong's journey was likely to end in disaster.

With the combined forces of those three parties, even a Great Immortal might not be able to escape unscathed.

Besides, he was just a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"Junior brother..." Li Yan murmured to himself.

Just then, the barrier of the cavern emitted a loud bang.

boom!

The giant net descended.

The walls of the grotto, under the pressure of the giant net, cracked with countless fissures.

The World Tree's golden light dimmed, and more and more cracks appeared on its trunk.

Li Yan felt immense force surging from all directions, squeezing the cave.

The power of heaven and earth began to become disordered.

Mountains and rivers trembled, rivers flowed backward, the sun and moon lost their light, and the stars dimmed.

The monkeys sensed the strange changes in the world and panicked, running around in all directions.

Little Drill jumped down from the tree, ran to Li Yan's side, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Li, Master Li! What's wrong?"

Li Yan raised his head and looked at the collapsing world, a sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart.

He cultivated for many years and went through countless hardships before finally opening up this grotto.

But now, this grotto is about to crumble.

He closed his eyes and sank his mind into the mirror of his heart.

On the mirror, lines of small golden characters slowly emerged.

The cave was attacked by a combined force from three sides, causing the barrier to break and the World Tree to be damaged.

[Aura of Fate +5000 (Natural and man-made disasters, inescapable calamity)]

[Current Affinity/Dharma Energy: 35200/20480]

He stared at the line of numbers, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

Is it possible that fate is truly unchangeable?

At the same time, Li Yan also knew that this was already a stroke of luck.

If Sun Wukong hadn't withdrawn in time, that cave would probably have been completely shattered.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and took out a few pills from his sleeve and swallowed them.

He then activated the Longevity Technique, guiding the power of the World Tree to repair the damaged barrier.

The World Tree sensed his magical power, and its golden light shone slightly, causing the cracks on its trunk to slowly heal.

But the healing process was as slow as a snail.

This grotto will need a very long time to recover.

And he was the same.

"Little Drill Wind,"

Li Yan's voice was hoarse, "You and the four senior monkeys, along with your monkey grandchildren, should go and hide deep within the Paradise.

Don't come out.

Little Drill nodded repeatedly, turned around and called to his monkey followers, and ran towards the depths of Anleyuan.

Looking at the panicked backs of his monkey followers, Li Yan felt a pang of guilt.

"Junior brother, I...I'm sorry."

He muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and let the darkness engulf him.

Meanwhile, above Huaguo Mountain.

With a flash of golden light, Sun Wukong appeared.

He stood atop a cloud, his golden eyes looking down, and saw that Flower Fruit Mountain was no longer what it used to be.

The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain was like an empty mountain, deathly silent.

A wave of sorrow washed over Sun Wukong.

This Flower and Fruit Mountain is his home.

He sprang from a stone and became king of the mountains.

Those monkeys were his subjects and his family.

But now, he has to leave this place.

"Demon monkey!"

A voice called out from behind.

Sun Wukong turned around and saw that the sky was covered with banners and a forest of spears and halberds.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers stood in formation above the sea of ​​clouds, exuding a murderous aura.

The leader, clad in golden armor and wielding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, was none other than Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

Beside him stood the majestic Howling Celestial Dog.

Li Jing sat upright in the commander's tent, holding a demon-revealing mirror, his face solemn.

Nezha rode on his Wind Fire Wheels, the Universe Ring on his wrist buzzed, and the Hun Tian Ling fluttered in the wind like fire and snakes.

The giant spirit, wielding a large axe adorned with embroidered patterns, stood before the battle, glaring menacingly.

The Nine Luminaries, the Twenty-Eight Mansions, and the Twelve Earthly Branches, each wielding their respective instruments, surround and guard the left and right.

Sun Wukong grinned as he looked at the countless heavenly soldiers, slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder, and proclaimed loudly:

"Great timing! I, Old Sun, was just worried about having no one to practice with!"

Having said that, he leaped into the air, transforming into a golden light, and charged into the heavenly army formation.

Seeing Sun Wukong charge out, Li Jing's face darkened, and he shouted, "Form the formation!"

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers simultaneously activated their magical power, and the Zhou Tian Star Array slowly began to operate.

The stars twinkled, and the power of the stars gathered into a curtain of light, enveloping Flower Fruit Mountain.

Sun Wukong rushed into the formation, swung his golden cudgel, which transformed into a golden light and smashed towards the light barrier.

boom!

The golden light struck the light barrier, causing it to tremble violently, but it did not break.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes flashed, somewhat surprised.

Although he didn't use his full strength, his strike still carried immense power.

This light barrier can actually block it?

Just as he was about to strike again, he suddenly felt a sharp aura coming from behind him.

Sun Wukong dodged to the side, and a cold light flashed past him—it was Erlang Shen's three-pointed double-edged sword.

Yang Jian, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, stood atop a cloud, his face stern, and shouted:

"You demon monkey, surrender now!"

Sun Wukong grinned and said, "Three-eyed, you're here to capture me too?"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, without answering, and swung his three-pointed double-edged sword, which transformed into a streak of cold light and stabbed towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally, blocking the sword strike.

clang!

The sea of ​​clouds surged.

Sun Wukong felt a slight numbness in his tiger's mouth.

This Yang Jian truly lives up to his reputation.

He secretly praised it in his heart, but his hands were not hesitant. With a wave of his golden cudgel, it transformed into a sky full of staff shadows, covering Yang Jian.

Yang Jian remained expressionless, his three-pointed double-edged sword moving with impenetrable speed, deflecting each of the staff shadows.

The two fought fiercely, their golden and cold lights intertwining, plunging the world into darkness.

Seeing Yang Jian locked in combat with Sun Wukong, the Nine Luminaries also joined the fray.

Jidu Xingjun, wielding a precious sword, transformed into a streak of blue light and stabbed towards Sun Wukong.

The Fire God spewed flames, causing the sea of ​​clouds to boil.

The Water Deity held a jade bottle and released a torrent of floodwater that surged toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong fought against many enemies single-handedly, yet he showed no fear whatsoever.

With a swing of his golden cudgel, he sent the sword of the Star Lord Jidu flying.

With a single breath, he extinguished the raging flames of the Fire God.

He leaped out of the flood.

He fought with increasing ferocity, wielding his golden cudgel like a wheel, forcing the Nine Luminaries Star Lord to retreat step by step.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Jian shouted loudly, and his three-pointed double-edged sword turned into a cold light and slashed down at Sun Wukong's head.

Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally, blocking the sword strike.

After a brief stalemate, Sun Wukong suddenly exerted his strength, forcing Yang Jian back several steps.

He seized the opportunity, swung his golden cudgel, and swept it towards the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

When the golden cudgel swept towards them, the twenty-eight constellations all dodged.

However, several were still unable to dodge in time and were struck by the golden cudgel, spitting out blood and flying backward.

Li Jing, inside the commander's tent, turned ashen-faced upon seeing Sun Wukong's ferocity.

He activated the Demon-Revealing Mirror, and a beam of golden light shot out from the mirror, shining on Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong felt his whole body stiffen. Within the golden light, there was a binding force that held him firmly in place.

"You demon monkey, surrender now!" Li Jing shouted.

Sun Wukong struggled a few times, but couldn't break free.

That demon-revealing mirror is an ancient treasure.

Although he was born with the constitution of Geng Metal, when he was illuminated by the golden light, he was as if bound by countless ropes and could not move.

Seeing this, Nezha rode on his Wind and Fire Wheels, wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear, and thrust it at Sun Wukong.

The spear tip was ablaze with flames, the Samadhi Fire, capable of burning everything.

A cold glint flashed in Sun Wukong's golden eyes as he pushed the Geng metal energy within his body to its limit.

That Geng metal energy is extremely strong and yang, capable of breaking all laws.

He shouted loudly, and his whole body shone with golden light, forcefully breaking free from the binding force of the demon-revealing mirror.

A cold glint flashed in Sun Wukong's golden eyes as he pushed the Geng metal energy within his body to its limit.

That Geng metal energy is extremely strong and yang, capable of breaking all laws.

He shouted loudly, and his whole body shone with golden light, forcefully breaking free from the binding force of the demon-revealing mirror.

Then he dodged to the side, avoiding Nezha's spear.

Nezha's spear missed its mark, and just as he was about to thrust again, Sun Wukong's golden cudgel arrived.

clang!

The golden cudgel slammed into the fire-tipped spear, causing Nezha's hands to go numb and the spear to nearly slip from his grasp.

Nezha was startled; this monkey had incredible strength!

He dared not fight head-on, so he rode on his Wind Fire Wheels, circling around Sun Wukong, looking for an opening.

Sun Wukong wielded his golden cudgel with impenetrable skill, blocking Nezha's attacks one by one.

Seeing Sun Wukong locked in combat with Nezha, the giant spirit quietly circled around to Sun Wukong's back.

He raised his Xuanhua axe and chopped it down on the back of his head, wanting to avenge the day he was killed in the Peach Garden.

This axe strike is powerful and heavy; if it hits, even an indestructible body will be injured.

But Sun Wukong was no ordinary person.

Although his golden eyes were focused in front of him, it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head, sensing the sound of the axe striking him.

He ducked and dodged it.

The giant spirit missed its target with its axe, unable to stop its momentum, and staggered forward two steps.

Sun Wukong turned around and struck the giant spirit god squarely on the shoulder with his staff.

Click!

The giant spirit's shoulder blade was smashed to pieces by the golden cudgel.

He was sent flying backward, spitting out blood that stained the sea of ​​clouds red.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian was locked in a fierce battle with the monkey's clones when he suddenly saw the Giant Spirit God retreating in defeat, and his expression darkened.

The three-pointed double-edged sword feinted an attack before retreating.

He reached out and caught the massive body steadily.

"Such a serious injury."

Yang Jian's gaze swept across the giant spirit god's shoulder like lightning.

His shoulder blade was shattered into dust, and his tendons and veins were severed.

If it weren't for the Giant Spirit God's innate divine strength and formidable physical body, this blow would have likely shattered half of his body.

Yang Jian took out a pill from his pocket and put it into the mouth of the giant spirit god.

He then reached out and pressed several acupoints on his shoulder to stop the bleeding.

The giant spirit was deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, refusing to faint.

"Thank you, True Lord..." The Giant Spirit God's voice trembled, his eyes filled with shame and indignation.

Yang Jian waved his hand, ordering two heavenly soldiers to carry the Giant Spirit God away to heal his wounds, before turning around to look at Sun Wukong.

The monkey stood on a cloud, its golden cudgel at its side, its golden eyes gleaming.

It was gleaming with gold and looked majestic.

When he saw Yang Jian save the Giant Spirit God, he didn't chase after him, but instead revealed his full set of fangs.

"Three-Eyed, you do have some sense of loyalty."

Sun Wukong slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder and said loudly,

"I, Old Sun, am in a bad mood today and don't want to cause any more harm."

"Take these shrimp soldiers and crab generals back and tell that old Jade Emperor to wash his neck and wait!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's face turned ashen.

Even the Nine Luminaries and the Twenty-Eight Mansions would address him respectfully as "True Lord."

Today, however, I am being bossed around by a monkey who keeps calling me Three Eyes. How can I swallow this insult?

"You impudent monkey! Cease your arrogance!"

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword, the tip pointing directly at Sun Wukong.

"You wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, stole peaches and pills, your sins are grave."

Today I have been ordered to capture you. If you know what's good for you, then obediently surrender.

Come with me to heaven to meet the Jade Emperor, and perhaps you can save your life.

If you remain obstinate, don't blame me for being merciless!

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong did not get angry but laughed instead.

He slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, causing the clouds to churn, and laughed heartily:

"I, Old Sun, want to see what you're capable of, daring to spout such boastful words in front of me!"

Before he finished speaking, the three-pointed double-edged sword was swung, transforming into a streak of cold light as it stabbed towards Sun Wukong.

The blade was sharp and fast, like lightning; wherever it passed, the void was torn open with a crack.

Sun Wukong dodged to the side, his golden cudgel sweeping horizontally, colliding with the three-pointed double-edged sword.

clang!

The shock made the surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals' ears ache, and they all retreated.

The sea of ​​clouds was like boiling water, churning endlessly.

Sun Wukong secretly praised it, thinking that these three eyes were indeed quite capable.

Yang Jian also felt a slight chill in his heart.

He used seven-tenths of his strength in that strike.

They thought they could knock the monkey's golden cudgel away, but to their surprise, the monkey didn't budge an inch.

Instead, it made his arm ache from the shock.

He thought to himself, this monkey is indeed worthy of its reputation, no wonder it was able to cause such a commotion at the Peach Banquet.

The two stepped back a few paces, their eyes met, and in a flash, they were fighting again.

This battle was different from the one before.

Just now, Yang Jian still harbored some contempt.

They assumed the monkey was just a thief who stole peaches and pills, relying on his brute strength to act arrogantly and domineeringly.

After exchanging blows several times, they realized that this monkey possessed extraordinary abilities and was no ordinary person.

He roused himself and wielded the three-pointed double-edged sword with impenetrable skill, the blade flashing like snow, enveloping Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong wielded his golden cudgel like a wheel, its golden light shimmering, intertwining with the flashing swords, creating a chaotic and terrifying battle.

The two fought from the clouds to the mountain peak, and from the mountain peak back to mid-air. Wherever they passed, sand and stones flew, and vegetation was tossed about.

The rocks on Flower Fruit Mountain were shattered and tumbled down the cliff by the force of their magic.

His expression was solemn. Erlang Shen and Sun Wukong had fought for dozens of rounds without a clear winner.

He was secretly anxious; if things dragged on like this, things might get complicated.

"Nine Luminaries, Twenty-Eight Mansions, form ranks!" Li Jing shouted in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the Nine Luminaries and the Twenty-Eight Constellations simultaneously activated their magical power, and the Zhou Tian Star Array slowly began to operate.

The stars twinkled, and the power of the stars gathered into a curtain of light, enveloping the entire area within a hundred miles of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Within that light curtain, faint phantom images of stars appeared, the four elements manifesting together, sealing off the four directions of heaven and earth completely.

Sun Wukong was engaged in a fierce battle with Yang Jian.

Suddenly, I felt the starlight around me intensify, and a vast sense of oppression surged from all directions.

As if pressed down by countless mountains, his body paused slightly.

Just then, the three-pointed double-edged sword transformed into a streak of cold light, intending to attack Sun Wukong's throat.

The cold light slanted slightly.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes narrowed, and he shouted loudly, his whole body shining with golden light.

Within that golden light, the flow of the five elements could be faintly discerned.

The five colors—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—intertwined, forcefully shaking off the oppressive power of the celestial constellations.

With a swift swing of his golden cudgel, he struck Yang Jian in the back.

Yang Jian sensed the wind behind him, and with a swift movement, he transformed into a gentle breeze, dodging the blow.

He appeared several feet away, his face slightly pale.

If the monkey had been a little slower to dodge that blow, he would have been seriously injured.

"Good monkey!" Yang Jian thought to himself, but his face grew even colder.

He took a deep breath, pushed his magical power to its limit, and transformed himself, unleashing the divine power of "Heaven and Earth in Manifestation".

But then Erlang Zhenjun's body suddenly grew taller, and in an instant, he had become a ten-thousand-foot-tall figure.

With a blue face and fangs, and red hair like fire.

He held the three-pointed, double-edged divine sword in both hands, its sharp edges menacing, straight as the summit of Mount Hua, and slashed down fiercely.

The blade flashed like moonlight, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth.

The Great Sage's golden eyes flashed, and joy appeared between his brows.

He also shook his body, revealing the form of the Dharma Heaven and Earth.

His golden body was enormous, and his ferocious face was exactly the same as Erlang's.

The golden cudgel in his hand shone like a pillar supporting the Kunlun Mountains, its golden light flowing as he met the blade that cleaved through the air.

boom!

The two weapons collided, producing a sound like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting.

The sound resounded throughout the Three Realms, even sending chills down the spine of Yama, the King of Hell in the Underworld.

The three-pointed double-edged sword clashed with the golden cudgel, each strike shaking the heavens and earth, causing the wind and clouds to swirl.

The mountains surrounding Flower Fruit Mountain have been affected by the magic power of the two, and several peaks have been flattened.

Rocks tumbled down, dust flew everywhere, and the waterfall was shaken to its limit, revealing the bare cliff face.

Inside the commander's tent, Li Jing held a demon-revealing mirror, its light locking onto Sun Wukong's image.

Seeing that Yang Jian was unable to gain the upper hand after a long battle, he grew increasingly anxious and turned to Nezha beside him, saying in a deep voice:

"Third Prince, go down and lend a hand to the True Lord."

Nezha nodded, riding on his Wind-Fire Wheels and wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear, about to charge into the battle, when suddenly Yang Jian shouted:

"Wait, Heavenly King Li! Let me capture him by myself!"

Yang Jian was proud and arrogant, and he never liked to bully the weak with the many.

Although he was ordered to capture Sun Wukong, he was unwilling to use others' hands.

He wanted to defeat this monkey head honorably and show all the immortals in Heaven his abilities as Erlang Shen.

Upon hearing this, Li Jing frowned slightly, but not wanting to offend him, he could only remain still.

Just then, the six brothers of Meishan, seeing that Yang Jian was unable to win the battle, gathered together and discussed the matter in hushed tones.

Commander Kang said, "Brother has been fighting that monkey for so long, and they are still evenly matched."

Why don't we go down and lend our brother a hand?

Zhang Taiwei shook his head and said, "You know my brother's temper."

He hates being outnumbered the most; if we go down rashly, he might get angry.

Grand Commandant Yao said, "We can't just stand by and watch. We've been ordered to capture the demon monkey; we can't go back empty-handed."

Li Taiwei pondered for a moment and said, "Although that monkey is brave, he is still just one person."

We will not confront him directly, but will instead search the Flower and Fruit Mountain.

If we can capture his monkey offspring, he will surely panic, and then his elder brother can seize the opportunity to capture him.

Upon hearing this, all the brothers nodded in agreement.

Therefore, the four Grand Commandants Kang, Zhang, Yao, and Li, along with Generals Guo Shen and Zhi Jian, led 1,200 grass-headed deities.

They rode the clouds and flew towards Flower Fruit Mountain.

Those grass-root gods were various demons, immortals, and ghost generals that Yang Jian subdued at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

Although they were not officially appointed by the Heavenly Court, they were all exceptionally skilled and brave in battle.

When they arrived above Flower Fruit Mountain, they found the mountain completely empty, without a single monkey in sight.

Commander Kang frowned and said, "Strange, where are that monkey's offspring? Could they all be hiding in the Water Curtain Cave?"

Commander Zhang said, "Let's go down and take a look."

One thousand two hundred grass-headed gods descended from the clouds and landed on Flower and Fruit Mountain.

They drew their crossbows and released their hounds, launching a surprise attack towards the Water Curtain Cave.

Along the way, they searched through rocks and trees, but couldn't find a single monkey.

The Water Curtain Cave was also completely empty.

Standing before the Water Curtain Cave, General Kang gazed at the empty cave and felt a sense of absurdity welling up within him.

"What...what happened?" he murmured. "Where are the monkey king's offspring? Did they all escape?"

Grand Commandant Zhang said, "Impossible."

That monkey caused such a great disturbance in the Heavenly Palace; if his monkey followers were to escape, where could they possibly go?

Grand Commandant Yao said, "Could it be that the monkey has some kind of magic that allowed him to hide all his monkey minions?"

The brothers looked at each other, all puzzled.

They searched Flower Fruit Mountain for a long time, but found nothing.

There was nothing in those mountains except for rocks and trees.

Grand Commandant Kang sighed and said, "Never mind. Since we can't find it, let's go back and report to our elder brother."

The brothers nodded and led the grass-headed god, riding the clouds towards the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian, having fought for a long time without gaining the upper hand, was growing increasingly anxious.

Although he was proud and arrogant, he also knew that if things dragged on like this, things might get complicated.

Just then, he suddenly saw the Meishan brothers flying in from the direction of Huaguo Mountain. His expression darkened slightly, and he shouted:

Why did you go down there?

Commander Kang hurriedly said, "Brother, we have been ordered to capture the demon monkey, but we have been unable to defeat him for a long time."

He then planned to search Flower Fruit Mountain and capture those monkeys to unsettle the monkey king.

Unexpectedly, Flower Fruit Mountain was completely empty, without a single monkey in sight.

Yang Jian was startled upon hearing this.

He looked at Sun Wukong and saw a hint of smugness flash in the monkey's golden eyes.

Yang Jian suddenly realized something.

This monkey had already moved all his monkey minions away.

He came alone to fight, which shows he was well-prepared.

"What a cunning monkey!"

Yang Jian cursed inwardly, but his hands didn't falter.

With a flick of his wrist, the three-pointed double-edged sword transformed into a streak of cold light, piercing towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally, blocking the sword strike, and grinned:

"Three-Eyed, did your men search my Flower Fruit Mountain? What did they find?"

Yang Jian's face turned ashen, and he didn't answer, but instead wielded his three-pointed double-edged sword even more fiercely.

Sun Wukong laughed heartily, swung his golden cudgel, forcing him back several steps, and said loudly:

"My monkey descendants have long since gone to a place you can't find."

Even if you search this Flower and Fruit Mountain from top to bottom, you won't find a single monkey hair!

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian inwardly groaned.

This monkey came prepared.

Calming his mind, he swung his three-pointed double-edged sword, transforming it into a sky full of sword light that enveloped Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes flashed, and without taking the hit head-on, he leaped into the air, transforming into a golden ray of light and flying towards the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

Yang Jian shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"

He strode forward, brandishing his three-pointed, double-edged sword, which transformed into a streak of cold light as he relentlessly pursued the enemy.

The two chased each other through the sea of ​​clouds.

Sun Wukong flew extremely fast, covering 108,000 li in a single somersault.

Although Yang Jian possessed supernatural powers, how could he possibly catch up with him?

In just a moment, they were left far behind.

Yang Jian was anxious and quickly activated his Heavenly Eye to look around.

That Heavenly Eye can illuminate all things in the Three Realms. No matter where demons or monsters hide, they can all be revealed in its eyes.

He opened the vertical eye between his eyebrows, and a beam of golden light shot out from it, illuminating the surrounding clouds and sea.

In a short while, he spotted Sun Wukong's figure deep in the sea of ​​clouds.

The monkey was hiding behind a cloud, secretly peering down at the world below.

Yang Jian sneered, leaped into the air, and transformed into a golden light, flying towards the cloud.

Sun Wukong sensed the wind behind him and turned around.

Yang Jian had already caught up, and with a swing of his three-pointed, double-edged sword, he brought it down on his head.

He quickly dodged to the side, swung his golden cudgel, and collided with the three-pointed double-edged sword.

clang!

The two then engaged in another fierce battle amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

This battle was different from the one before.

Yang Jian knew he couldn't catch up with Sun Wukong's somersault cloud, so he stopped trying to outrun him.

Instead, they used their "Heavenly Eye" to lock onto his figure and pressed closer step by step.

Sun Wukong was entangled by Yang Jian and could not break free, secretly lamenting his predicament.

Those three eyes are really troublesome.

His eyes darted around, and a plan came to him. He feinted with his golden cudgel and then flew down to the mortal realm.

Yang Jian shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"

Sun Wukong descended, passing through seas of clouds and mountains, finally landing in a city.

The city was small, but bustling with activity.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people, with shouts and calls of vendors rising and falling.

Sun Wukong transformed himself into an ordinary citizen and blended into the crowd.