Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

The sword is three feet six and a half inches long, and the scabbard is as black as ink. The scabbard is engraved with flowing blue lotus patterns, and a wisp of warm blue light ripples from the sword's edge, like duckweed on the water's surface.

As the iron rod completely cracked, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven finally drew his sword.

A clear, resonant sword cry shook the heavens, and the black scabbard fell into the clouds. A streak of azure sword light traversed the heavens and earth, lotus patterns slowly lighting up along the sword's body. Thousands of slender sword energies scattered and wandered, and wherever the azure light passed, the wind and clouds froze.

"The Qingping Sword!" Long Jibohuang and the others exclaimed in shock, feeling as if their minds were not enough to process what was going on. Just who was this person, that their Master Tongtian would pass down such a spiritual treasure?

"Could it be that Master Tongtian secretly took on a disciple in the Three Pure Ones Heaven?" Longji asked suspiciously.

"That's not right." Longji quickly denied his guess. "How could the two senior uncles, Taiqing and Yuqing, possibly allow him to take on more disciples?"

"It's a pity it's a Radiant Light Technique. If I had seen it with my own eyes, I might have been able to see his true form." Jin Peng's eyes flashed with divine light, and his tone was full of regret.

"How do you know he doesn't have any restrictions on him?" Haotian rested his chin on his hand, looking at the two remaining battlefields and laughed.

"Master knows, and that's right. What in this primordial world can be hidden from you?" Jin Peng was taken aback, then smiled ingratiatingly, "Master, please tell me his identity."

Longji Bohuang and the others nodded hurriedly, their faces showing eagerness.

"You all know the disciples of the Jie Sect, so don't speculate about them," Yaochi said, giving a nod.

"Ah, not a disciple? Then what's left? A pageboy?"

"Water and fire are only at the Golden Immortal level, not him."

"What else does the Jie Sect have..." Longji's tone faltered, "...the demon race, is it Tongtian Shibo's mount?"

Jin Peng and the others were startled. Looking at the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, who was locked in a fierce battle with Yang Jian at Flower Fruit Mountain, they said in choked voices, "So it's Kui Niu!"

Lu Er gave a wry smile: "No wonder I couldn't find out his background. He has such a close relationship with Master Tongtian. And I'm not focusing my energy on the Three Pure Ones Heaven right now."

"Kui Niu has never transformed into human form, no wonder we didn't recognize him," Bo Huang said with a sigh. "As the leader of the Seven Great Sages, he was deliberately chosen by the Tongtian Sage to share Sun Wukong's destiny!"

"Master Bodhi is probably furious," Jin Peng added, noting that not only did he not get the last bit of luck, but even his disciple's luck was going to be taken away.

Just as they were talking, a formation rose up in front of Kui Niu, trapping Yang Jian. He swung his sword to knock Nezha away, grabbed Sun Wukong's shoulder, and was about to leave.

"Father, they're leaving," Longji said anxiously. How can the grand show continue if they leave?

"We can't leave." Haotian glanced at it dismissively.

As he finished speaking, ripples spread across the sky above Flower Fruit Mountain, and a vigorous Taoist priest emerged from them, holding a whisk, with delicate skin and an air of otherworldly elegance.

Seeing this, Kui Niu quickly held the Qingping Sword upright in front of him, while Sun Wukong's eyes lit up with joy: "Master!"

A warm glint flashed in Bodhi's eyes, but his expression turned cold when he saw Kui Niu: "Put my disciple down."

"Yes." Kui Niu sighed inwardly. He would never be able to go to the Three Pure Ones Heaven. He never expected that Bodhi Saint would protect Sun Wukong at all times. Only the Heavenly Court did he dare not trespass on his own.

"boom--"

An explosion resounded through the void, breaking the formation that had trapped Yang Jian. Holding the Three Treasures of Heaven, Earth, and Man in his left hand and pointing his three-pointed, double-edged sword horizontally in his right, he shouted, "Demon monkey, surrender now!"

Nezha, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels, tugged at his arm, and the two bowed down, saying, "Greetings, Sage."

"Get up." Bodhi's gaze swept over the Three Jewels, his eyes somewhat deep.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Sun Wukong dares to call himself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. I have been ordered by the Great Heavenly Venerable to capture him." Yang Jian stood tall and straight, his third eye on his forehead fully open, and spoke clearly, word by word.

Bodhi glared at Sun Wukong. What a troublemaker! The monkey had set up a flag on Flower Fruit Mountain, and he couldn't show himself to stop him, and besides...

Kui Niu looked completely unconcerned, which infuriated Bodhi, who was furious that it was all the bull's doing.

"True Lord, you misunderstand. Your disciple Wukong did not explain clearly. The Great Heavenly Venerable is so noble, how could Wukong dare to overstep his bounds? His title of Equal to Heaven is equal to that of the Heavenly Beings in the Flower Fruit Mountain Great World, and has no other meaning."

Bodhi spoke nonsense with a straight face, as long as he could get away with it. "As the ruler of a realm, I should be able to use this title, right?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath. As expected of the most sophistical saint, that world was actually connected by his uncle!

Fortunately, before descending to the mortal realm, his uncle had already given him a heads-up, telling him not to dwell on the matter.

"Sun Wukong smashed up the Imperial Stables and rebelled against Heaven. This is an indisputable fact. I, the commander, will capture him and bring him back."

Bodhi sighed and began patching up the monkey's wounds again: "That's just his nature. How can a monkey sit still? He's still a child. I will take him to Heaven to apologize to the Great Heavenly Venerable and make full compensation for the losses."

"Furthermore, this humble Taoist is willing to offer twelve white jade Bodhi seeds."

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly. That was a Bodhi seed containing the essence of a sage!

"Since the sage has agreed, please follow your disciple to heaven."

Bodhi nodded and pointed at Kui Niu, saying, "He calls himself Ping Tian. Doesn't the True Lord want to say anything?"

Yang Jian turned his spear around: "Fellow Daoist, do you have anything to explain?"

Kui Niu chuckled: "True Lord, you're overthinking it. My 'flatness of the heavens' doesn't mean being equal to the heavens, but rather that it was bestowed by the Master so that I could flatten the Western Heaven!"

"Oh, then it's nothing." Yang Jian bit his cheek and casually put away his three-pointed double-edged sword. Nezha also lowered his head and dared not make a sound, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

Both of them could clearly see that Bodhi Saint's cheeks were twitching constantly, and he was so angry that he was practically fuming.

We can't fight! We can't fight! We can't fight!

Bodhi kept reassuring himself that, for a sage, both the boy and the mount represented the sage's dignity, and that taking action against them would have more serious consequences than taking action against his disciples.

"Seventh Brother, go well. We'll meet again if fate allows!" Kui Niu patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder, not explaining since he was completely confused. In any case, he had already done what his master had asked him to do.

Bodhi sighed, looking at his foolish disciple who didn't even realize his luck had been divided up.

"Seventh Brother, you should go with the Sage. We will take care of Flower Fruit Mountain for you," Wuzhiqi and Yuan Hong said loudly.

Looking at the ruins of Flower Fruit Mountain, Sun Wukong saw that all seventy-two demon kings were gone, leaving only kind-hearted demons. None of the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain had perished in the battle.

His mind was a complete mess, and he seemed unable to understand anything. He could only mechanically cup his hands in thanks and say, "Thank you for your trouble, brothers."

Bodhi glanced at the group and thought, "It's all about timing and fate!"

All of this was Wukong's own choice, and in this great battle, their karma became completely intertwined.

"Let's go, follow your master to Heaven to apologize to the Great Heavenly Venerable." Bodhi shook his head. Now that things have come to this, is there still any need to cause a ruckus in Heaven?

Man proposes, God disposes!