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

Great Thunder Temple.

As the four members of the Tang Sanzang group, along with the white dragon horse, entered the main hall, the expressions of the Buddhas varied, but they were all ultimately pleased.

Jin Chanzi was related to Bodhi Saint and was also a direct disciple of Buddha. He was one of their own people in Buddhism. Although Sun Wukong caused a lot of trouble, he had a powerful background, and the Journey to the West was also enriched by him.

As long as they see those merits, they are willing to give Sun Wukong a friendly look.

The four of them stood tall and proud, showing no sign of panic. Tang Sanzang had a gentle expression, Sun Wukong was extremely arrogant, and Tianpeng Juanlian was calm.

The magnificent pavilion of Daleiyin Temple is paved with golden bricks and adorned with hanging necklaces. The blue waves of the Eight Virtues Pond ripple, and golden lotuses cover the ground.

Inside the Mahavira Hall, the Buddhas stood in rows, their presence solemn and majestic. Shakyamuni sat on the golden lotus of creation, his sixteen-foot-tall golden body gleaming with light. The red mark between his eyebrows shone brightly, and his eyes were filled with excitement. His years of planning were finally about to come to fruition!

On both sides of the main hall, the ancient Buddhas are seated in order. Dipankara Buddha is in the first row, wearing a plain white monk's robe, with a calm expression, and a twelve-petaled lotus flower beneath him; Maitreya has a gentle smile and a large belly, indicating that he is in a good mood.

Avalokiteshvara, Manjushri, Samantabhadra and other Bodhisattvas also stood on lotus platforms, and the Buddha's light from the other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas shone brightly and connected into a cloud and a sea!

"boom--"

The heavens and earth trembled slightly, and the golden cloud of merit that had been brewing for so long finally descended completely, stretching from the Great Tang Dynasty in the Nine Provinces all the way to the Great Thunderclap Temple in the West. As Tang Sanzang and his disciples walked, each step was lit up, and a profound aura of fortune swept over them.

Exclamations came from Fire Cloud Cave. A woman dressed in colorful fairy clothes appeared on Phoenix Perch Mountain. She glanced at the Three Pure Ones with an expressionless face and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

"Tang Sanzang, in your previous life you were my second disciple. You willingly reincarnated for the great cause of Buddhism. Now that your merits are complete, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Sandalwood Merit Buddha."

"Thank you, Buddha!" ​​Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully. A cicada chirped from the void, and golden light entered his body. A fierce aura immediately emanated from him, and even Sun Wukong couldn't help but take two steps back.

Tang Sanzang's demeanor had changed drastically; his brocade cassock shimmered brilliantly. Sun Wukong and the other two exchanged complex glances and tentatively called out, "Master?"

"I am still your master," Jin Chanzi said with a gentle smile.

Although his gaze had become somewhat fierce, it was still that familiar Tang Sanzang. Tianpeng and Juanlian exchanged a glance and nodded secretly.

"Sun Wukong, you have wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace... I hereby bestow upon you the title of Victorious Fighting Buddha."

"...Tianpeng is the Pure World Buddha of Tianhan, Sha Wujing is the Protector Buddha of Lingxiao, and the White Dragon is the Bodhisattva of Guangli of the Eight Heavenly Dragons."

The Buddhas had complex expressions. After all, those two were sent down by the Great Heavenly Venerable, and they had been quite diligent on the journey to the West. They couldn't just be dismissed by some Bodhisattva. As for the "Lingxiao" who rolled up the curtain, it wasn't considered presumptuous of him to be by the side of the Great Heavenly Venerable.

As Shakyamuni finished bestowing titles, the golden clouds of merit in the void finally descended, and the four disciples and the white dragon horse were covered with a layer of dark golden light.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out. This was the benevolent corpse that Jin Chanzi had severed. As the leader of the five great ferocious insects of the primordial world, he was already unable to comprehend benevolent thoughts. Now, with the help of an opportunity, he successfully succeeded. In less than a thousand years, he will surely be able to slay the evil corpse again.

Tianpeng's aura was profound and majestic, quickly rising to the peak of the Great Luo realm. He put away the remaining merits, knowing that he would have to wait until he returned to the Heavenly Court to break through. Juanlian, exuding the pressure of the late Great Luo realm, smiled at him.

Sun Wukong's momentum continued to rise, and he soon reached the peak of the Great Luo realm. Just as he was about to activate the Corpse-Severing Technique, his heart suddenly ached. He couldn't help but kneel down and cry out in pain. However, at this moment, golden clouds of merit scattered in the void, and only a few people noticed him.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

"Wukong!" Jin Chanzi also looked concerned. The master and his disciples helped him up, only to see a blue lotus flower growing from his heart.

This familiar Taoist rhythm...

Tianpeng and Juanlian were astonished. It didn't seem like the aura of the Bodhi Saint, but rather had a connection with the Three Pure Ones Heaven.

"Buzz—"

Sun Wukong's body suddenly floated up, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

"Boom—"

The heavens and earth trembled violently, and even the Buddhas who were breaking through their current state changed their expressions. At such a moment, the Western Continent should be recovering, so why was there an aura of decay permeating the air? They couldn't help but use their divine eyes to look into the void.

"Amitabha!" Shakyamuni rose up, unleashing the unbridled pressure of a quasi-saint at the peak of his power. Standing atop the Golden Lotus of Creation, the supreme power of this treasure rendered all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the hall speechless.

He bowed slightly to the Bodhi of the Void, and amidst the anxious gazes of Jin Chanzi, Tianpeng, and the other two, he reached out and grabbed Sun Wukong, lifting him into his hand. A golden lotus floated across the sky, carrying him out of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

"Master..." Jin Chanzi said in a hoarse voice. Wukong must have been tricked by the Three Pure Ones. And Master's actions must be part of a Taoist scheme. Master was once a Taoist disciple.

Sun Wukong was his disciple, and he had protected him a great deal on their journey westward. He couldn't just stand by and watch Wukong get hurt.

"Buddha, our eldest brother is highly regarded by the Great Heavenly Venerable." Rolling Curtain's voice was heavy, and Tianpeng nodded in agreement, "Buddha, that's what I think too."

"Don't worry, this humble monk wouldn't go so far as to take his life." Shakyamuni's voice echoed in the ears of the three, but he was nowhere to be seen.

A twenty-four-petaled purple lotus of reincarnation descended from the Heavenly Court, and a hazy yellow light burst forth from the Underworld, covering the earth. The Six Paths of Reincarnation protected all living beings in the world. The Three Pure Ones stood in the void, their eyes flashing with gratitude, their expressions solemn, and they all pointed towards the primordial land.

From Chang'an in the Nine Provinces to the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mount Ling, the westward journey that traverses eighty-one tribulations and stretches for 108,000 li is no longer just a journey through mortal landscapes, demon caves, and perilous passes. The entire route is imbued with immeasurable calamities, the obsessions of all beings, and the merits of Yin and Yang, weaving together a world dependent on the primordial wilderness.

Above the void, three holy lights slowly manifested: Taiqing Daode Tianzun, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, and Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun. The three Pure Ones gathered together, and the aura of Pangu's primordial spirit reverberated throughout the heavens.

Laozi lightly waved his coiled dragon-shaped cane, and countless Taiqing purple energies spread out, locking the entire westward journey and preventing mountains and rivers from collapsing and living beings from suffering. Yuanshi Tianzun pointed his three treasures, the Jade Ruyi, and the Jade Purity Dao patterns intertwined, completely stripping away the 108,000-mile territory and severing the barriers between heaven and earth. The light of the Tongtian Sword descended, and countless array chains wrapped around the entire Dao path, stabilizing the laws of mountains and rivers within.

The earth roared, and a vast territory slowly rose from the human realm. Chang'an City, Wuzhi Mountain, Liusha River, Flame Mountain, Lion Camel Ridge, Tongtian River... all the mountains, caves, plants and creatures along the way were intact, transforming into a vast world suspended in the primordial void, shrouded in clouds and mist, with the remaining Daoist charm of the calamity faintly visible.

This is the small world that carries the entire journey of the Tang Monk and his disciples to the West.

The heavens and earth roared, and bells rang out. The Three Pure Ones joined forces to lift up a small world, which grew rapidly in the wind, becoming no different from the Great Thousand World.

The Chaos Bell vibrated continuously, suppressing the laws of heaven and earth in the world. Boundless merits gathered into it, and the Three Pure Ones pointed together, throwing the Journey to the West world towards the Western Continent. At this moment, Sun Wukong slowly awoke.