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

"Supreme Lord, don't go too far!" Bodhi's voice was extremely sharp, as if it could pierce through the dome. "Wukong is a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how many golden pills can he eat? How dare you fabricate such a thing?"

He glared fiercely at Bodhi, then bowed towards the throne: "Your Majesty, please uphold justice."

Haotian straightened his face and looked at Laojun seriously, saying, "My dear minister, what do you have to say?"

"Your Majesty, I am innocent!" Laozi's eyebrows twitched. "There is indeed not a single elixir in the Tushita Palace at this moment. Fellow Daoist Bodhi can search for it for himself if he doesn't believe me!"

"You..." Bodhi gritted his teeth, but Haotian's expression suddenly changed. "Bodhi, how dare you!"

"Your Majesty," Bodhi trembled three times, his voice mournful.

"You must make a name for your disciple so that I can use the Heavenly Court as a raft. Sun Wukong has repeatedly acted recklessly in the Heavenly Court, and I have always let him off lightly. Now he dares to devour all the pills."

"Laojun entered the Tushita Palace on my orders, and those elixirs are all to be offered as tribute."

"How dare this wicked monkey deceive Heaven! That's all my money!"

The atmosphere in the hall froze. Haotian blinked, realizing he had gotten too into character and misspoke. He casually changed his words: "They are all my spiritual roots, my elixirs."

"You'll have to pay for all of this. If you can't pay, there's Jieyin. If Jieyin can't pay, then there's the entire Buddhist community!"

Bodhi's vision blurred in waves. What's going on? This humble Taoist seems to be on the verge of going berserk.

Seeing his furious expression, Laozi smiled and bowed deeply, loudly proclaiming, "Your Majesty is wise!"

Haotian lowered his gaze, a threat in it: After this, you shall honestly present me with the pills, and I will give you a maximum of 30% of the compensation!

Lao Jun gestured with his eyes: As Your Majesty commands!

The Three Pure Ones opened their eyes, their eyes filled with smiles. "His Majesty's methods are truly superb. This time, he can at least squeeze all of the treasures of the Bodhi Tree of Amitabha Buddha dry."

Nuwa hesitated, then helped the nearly fainting Bodhi up: "Junior brother, are you alright?"

"Do I look alright to you?" Bodhi squatted on the ground, tears of regret streaming down his face. He wanted to slap his past self. His expression was miserable. "I'm in trouble!!!"

His Majesty clearly set a trap for him, and he foolishly put the bridle on himself.

Nuwa chuckled dryly, offering only a weak and feeble consolation: "Then I wish you all the best from now on, Senior Sister."

But Sun Wukong is indeed unharmed now; she can see that his foundation is intact.

All the immortals looked toward the Tushita Palace, where thick black smoke billowed into the sky. A figure shrouded in smoke leaped out of the alchemy furnace, its golden fur covered in charcoal ash, and its fiery eyes gleaming red.

Having been tempered in the furnace for a long time, his indestructible body became even stronger, with faint radiance of elixir flowing around him. Sun Wukong's pent-up anger erupted as he angrily scanned his surroundings.

He reached into his ear, pulled out the golden-hooped iron rod, and with a flick of his wrist, it grew to the thickness of a bowl.

Having undergone the tempering in the furnace, Sun Wukong's physical body became even more solid. His eyes, which were originally as bright as cold stars, now shone with crimson-gold divine light. His golden hair was disheveled, and he was covered in tattered golden armor. He was covered in gunpowder and fire, and his arrogant and fierce aura swept through the Tushita Heaven Palace.

An explosive aura spread out, and Yang Jian and his celestial soldiers arrived, and the two sides instantly began to fight.

"Why is Wukong so confused?" Bodhi asked in a puzzled tone. Logically speaking, having escaped the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he should know to retreat!

Yang Jian and Nezha were the ones who captured him earlier, and now Tianpeng and Juanlian were added to the list. Sun Wukong did not back down at all. It seemed that his fighting power had increased, but he had lost some of his rationality.

"Oh, you mean this?" Laozi casually flicked his whisk. "I saw him suffering too much in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and I felt indignant, so I helped him out."

"What method did Laozi use?" Nuwa's brow twitched.

"Just let it out, that's all."

The immortals fell silent. A good idea!

Bodhi took a deep breath, then suddenly realized what he meant, and asked in a very surprised tone, "Your Majesty, you previously said not to let Wukong approach the Hall of Fragrant Breeze. Could it be that he knows I am here?"

"What? Is that true?" Haotian was even more astonished than he appeared.

If you don't ask, I won't tell; but if you do ask, I'll be surprised!

"Your Majesty..." Bodhi covered his throbbing forehead, his voice filled with pain.

Haotian glanced at him sideways, "I'll make you pay."

With a flick of his finger, the sky above the Hall of Fragrant Breeze became transparent. The immortals looked up and their mouths twitched. Even the Three Pure Ones were amazed.

Bodhi's figure suddenly appeared above the Pixiang Hall, with lightning striking from above and divine fire burning below. His Taoist robe was pitch black, and his hair and beard were disheveled, making him look extremely miserable.

They couldn't sense it from inside the palace, but after His Majesty cast the spell, painful wails could be heard.

No wonder that monkey was so angry and wanted to kill its way into the Pixiang Palace.

Bodhi looked dazed. How could this be?

Sanqing glanced at him with a cold smile. With your skills, you dare to show off in the Heavenly Court? His Majesty can play with you more easily than with a dog!

In any case, Sun Wukong has caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace several times. It's not surprising that you, as his master, would be punished and lose face in the prehistoric world.

"What, feeling wronged? How about you go up and replace that phantom?"

"Your subject dares not."

Bodhi almost immediately shuddered. He was absolutely certain that if he went up there, His Majesty would definitely change the punishment to the real one.

That thunderbolt will become the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, and the divine fire will likely become the Heavenly Dao Divine Fire.

Haotian looked around, and all the immortals bowed down, saying, "Your Majesty is wise."

He nodded in satisfaction. "That's right, just like that. I am the Heavenly Emperor, born to hear your praises."

Anyone who dares to utter a word of criticism or directly criticize me will be executed!

Outside the hall, shouts of battle continued. The immortals watched a good show. Yang Jian and his companions did not use much strength at all. They simply retreated while walking. Perhaps worried that the heavenly soldiers they brought to bolster their morale would be injured, they had them line up on both sides.

The four fought and retreated, but they were still quite a distance from the Hall of Fragrant Blossoms. Many celestial beings in the Heavenly Court who were handling affairs stopped there, some even holding sunflower plates and eating melon seeds.

"This monkey's fighting spirit is truly burning fiercely," a tall warrior remarked with a hint of admiration.

"The general has taken a liking to you?" Lu Er asked with a smile.

Xing Tian's navel snorted: "I'm just commenting because he has also comprehended the Battle Laws and has the fire attribute enhancement. He has a master and you, his own clansman. How could it be my place to interfere?"

After he attained quasi-sainthood, he could also be called an ancestral witch, and his head could grow back, but His Majesty said he was used to seeing it and wouldn't let him recover.

Lu Er wasn't annoyed. He suddenly stopped shaking his head, his eyes flashing, and looked sharply towards the direction of the South Heavenly Gate.

A Buddha with an immeasurable aura emanating from the back of his head and a striking red mark between his eyebrows stepped into the South Heavenly Gate with a respectful expression. Beside him was a Taoist priest with a sallow complexion and wearing gray monk's robes. The twelve-winged angel glanced at the two of them, flapped his wings lightly, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the Hall of Fragrant Breeze.

"Your Majesty, I am going to Mount Ling to deliver the decree. Shakyamuni Buddha shall set off immediately, and the Holy One who guides us shall also come after hearing this."

"It's alright, let him do it." Haotian glanced at Bodhi, thinking, "He's just in time!"

After Lucifer bowed, he went out to give the order. Shakyamuni was wearing a kasaya, and Yang Jian and the others made way for him.

"Amitabha! That demon monkey, surrender now!"