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

Five hundred years later.

"Your Majesty, I have returned." In the Lingxiao Palace, Venus bowed deeply.

"Very good." Haotian nodded, and Taibai Jinxing bowed again, standing beside the imperial throne. Looking at the gazes of the immortals in the hall, he smiled and nodded.

The Journey to the West has begun. The mortal reincarnation of Jin Chanzi has set off to seek the scriptures in the Western Paradise. Taibai Jinxing has completed his two tasks. After the Journey to the West ends, his merits will descend, and he will surely be able to break through to the peak of Quasi-Saint. At that time, he can ask His Majesty for help.

He bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, Tang Sanzang is almost at Five Finger Mountain."

Haotian lowered his gaze. In the mortal realm, after five hundred years, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, had already become a legend.

At the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain, Sun Wukong stopped Tang Sanzang and told him that he had been enlightened by Guanyin Bodhisattva and would protect him on his journey.

"Jin Peng".

"Disciple is here."

A streak of light landed in front of him: "Merge this item with your feather, and this can be considered your merit."

"Disciple thanks Master." Jin Peng's tone was surprised. He hadn't expected to receive such merit. He hadn't planned to participate in the journey to the West. Otherwise, with his peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, he would have had to ask a Saint for help.

……

At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

Following Sun Wukong's instructions, Tang Sanzang bowed three times and nine times to the talisman used to suppress the demon. Soon, a golden spot of light appeared in the sky, and the Golden-Winged Roc folded its wings, transforming into a young man with an arrogant appearance.

He reached out and beckoned, and the divine talisman floated up, the golden light dissipated, the mountains roared, and the rock layers crumbled inch by inch.

Sun Wukong felt the suppression power disappear from his body. With a roar that shattered the valley, he mustered his divine power and forcefully pushed open the Five Elements Mountain that had been pressing down for five hundred years.

Rocks flew everywhere, dust billowed, and a yellow figure soared into the sky, leaping through the air. Sun Wukong stretched his body, which had been imprisoned for five hundred years, and looked up at the sky with his golden eyes, as if he had just been born. His arrogant spirit rose again, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven returned to the world.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master." Sun Wukong knelt before Tang Sanzang. "If you save me, I will guarantee your success in your journey to the West."

"Alright." Tang Sanzang reached out and removed the weeds from his head. "Then I will accept you as my disciple."

"Monkey, why don't you thank this humble Taoist!" Jinpeng stood on a cloud, arms crossed, lazily watching the master and disciple. The divine talisman in his hand gradually returned to its true form, and a feather fluttered in the wind.

Sun Wukong snorted irritably, "I, Old Sun, wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and you all laughed at me. You think you can suppress me with just a hair on your head?"

Jin Peng chuckled: "Now you know fear, you little monkey."

Wukong turned his head away, not wanting to pay attention to him. Tang Sanzang had seen the temple of this Heavenly Marshal before, and at this moment he could only bow and pay his respects, unable to say anything else.

"Great Celestial Venerable has seen that you've reflected a lot over the years, so he sent me to bring you a gift." Jinpeng tossed down the feather in his hand, but Sun Wukong immediately took a step back. "You won't make me, Old Sun, pay for this, will you?"

You're quite wary!

Jin Peng snorted: "How could Master stoop to your level?"

He cast down the spiritual light, and the feathers seemed to be summoned, quickly merging into it. Jin Peng frowned slightly, wondering how he could sense Junior Brother Lu Er's aura.

"boom--"

A burst of light erupted, and countless points of light rushed into Sun Wukong's body. He immediately cried out in surprise. After a moment, it seemed that nothing had happened, and Sun Wukong couldn't help but touch his entire body.

"Ugh—ah!"

He suddenly groaned and reached around his shoulders to touch his back: "Master, my back is itchy."

Tang Sanzang pursed his lips and told a lame joke: "Wukong, you've grown wings."

Jinpeng stood on the cloud and laughed heartily. Sun Wukong spread out two golden wings behind him, with a blue spiritual light hidden beneath the feathers. Upon closer inspection, a silver glint flashed at the tip of the wings.

With a thought, Sun Wukong flapped his wings, and in an instant, a gale howled, the air currents tore through the sky, and as he flew, countless fragments of golden light followed him.

Watching him soar through the air with his wings spread wide and his golden feathers gleaming, the Golden Roc nodded secretly.

"Thank you, Divine Lord." Tang Sanzang said in thanks. If it weren't for this Divine Lord protecting him, he might have been sent flying by that monkey!

"Hooray—I, Old Sun, am free!"

The golden light traversed the void before finally settling down. Sun Wukong bowed towards the Heavenly Court and said, "Thank you, Great Heavenly Venerable."

"You monkey have become quite sensible." Jin Peng was somewhat surprised; after being suppressed for five hundred years, you really have learned about human relationships.

Sun Wukong ignored him and cupped his hands in thanks to Jinpeng, saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoist."

"They say it's like adding wings to a tiger, but you, a monkey, are not bad either."

Sun Wukong nodded seriously: "Its speed is faster than my somersault cloud."

Jinpeng smiled smugly, "Of course! These are my feathers! We Golden-Winged Rocs are incredibly fast!"

Seeing that his golden chainmail and cloud-walking shoes had been restored to their original state, Jinpeng nodded secretly. It must have been his master who intervened. Otherwise, even if the innate spiritual treasure could recover on its own, five hundred years would have been far from enough time to heal the damage caused by the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"Master said you showed him a monkey show, and our Heavenly Court also gained quite a bit. Consider these wings a gift to you." Jinpeng patted his shoulder. "This feather suppressed you for five hundred years, so it's connected to your energy and won't cause any repulsion."

Thinking of the silvery light on the wings, Jinpeng said meaningfully, "These wings have the power of wind, and since you are of the fire element, the wind will help the fire and enhance your combat power. But you should also think carefully, as there may be other wonderful uses."

Sun Wukong paused, then Jinpeng chuckled, "Wukong, you are naturally unruly, much like I was back then. Yet you still possess a pure heart. This journey to the West is also a test of your character; you must cherish it!"

"Thank you for your guidance, senior." Sun Wukong bowed respectfully, but when he looked up again, the figure in front of him had vanished. Only a voice echoed in his ears, "If you encounter difficulties on your journey to the West, you can seek help from the Heavenly Court."

Sun Wukong blinked, perked up, and helped Tang Sanzang mount his horse: "Master, sit tight, let's get going!"

"drive!"

Watching their departing figures, a Taoist priest with an ethereal and otherworldly air slowly appeared in the void. He sighed and bowed towards the Heavenly Court: "Your Majesty, I thank you!"

……

Haotian sensed Bodhi's movements but didn't care. He just listened to the immortals' discussion while sensing the mortal realm below.

Tang Sanzang was replaced by a white dragon horse. The original white horse was swept to the bottom of the water and swallowed a drop of dragon blood, transforming into a dragon horse and being sent to the Heavenly Court's Imperial Horse Stable. It would be able to gain some merit in the future.

Tianpeng and Juanlian joined the pilgrimage team one after another. Haotian watched the four of them enter a courtyard with a surprised look in his eyes.

The four women were clearly manifestations of the three Bodhisattvas, Avalokiteshvara, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra, and the one they called their mother was none other than Longji.

Yaochi said in a low voice, "Longji is our daughter, of noble status, and no one dares to claim to be her mother."

"This child is having a lot of fun." Haotian shook his head. "I thought it was you or Senior Sister Nuwa."

"Senior Sister Nuwa already met Sun Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain and even bestowed upon him a magical treasure. There's no need for her to make this trip. Let Longji play if she wants."

"Junior Sister is right." Haotian nodded, realizing it was just a minor setback, and withdrew his gaze.

Not long after, a messenger came from outside the palace and reported: "Your Majesty, Zhenyuan Daxian is bringing Sun Wukong, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the Buddha of the West to see you. Please grant them your request."

The Journey to the West will end within five chapters. I don't want to write about the white horse being eaten; they're all cattle and horses anyway, so I'll just indulge in a little extra sympathy.