Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The next moment, demonic energy surged, and a figure silently materialized and appeared.

He wore a black robe and had black hair. His face was sinister and handsome, and he was surrounded by a terrifying aura of world destruction. He was none other than Wutian!

He looked down at the Jade Emperor on his high throne, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to contain a will to overthrow everything:

"In the eyes of you high and mighty gods and Buddhas, I am naturally a demon, a monster, a ghost, and a monster! But in my eyes, you so-called righteous gods who hold positions without doing your jobs, who treat all living beings like straw dogs, who spout benevolence and morality but are actually filthy, are the biggest cancers that poison the three realms and hinder all living beings from transcending!"

"Wu Tian! You actually came into this world ahead of schedule!"

Upon seeing this demonic figure, the Jade Emperor's expression changed completely, and he could no longer maintain his composure.

As the Heavenly Emperor, he was aware of the Heavenly Dao's influence and knew that this was a calamity destined for him.

According to the manifestations of heavenly secrets, this calamity should be in the distant future, so how could it have come so far in advance?!

"Heh heh! You old Jade Emperor, you didn't expect this, did you? You've finally met your match! You've miscalculated too!"

Another arrogant and triumphant voice rang out, and with a flash of golden light, Sun Wukong, carrying the Ruyi Jingu Bang, appeared in the main hall. He scratched his ears and cheeks, his face full of mockery and the exhilaration of finally getting revenge.

Seeing the Jade Emperor on the throne, who was showing a look of panic for the first time, Sun Wukong felt as if he could finally expel all the resentment that had been building up in his heart for many years!

In the original timeline, the Jade Emperor and the two Western Saints joined forces to manipulate him like a pawn, humiliating him by appointing him as the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses and imprisoning him under a mountain for five hundred years to hone his skills. In the end, he became the Victorious Fighting Buddha of Buddhism, losing his freedom.

Now, I can finally overturn the Lingxiao Palace with my own hands and wipe away my shame!

"You demon monkey, you actually..."

The Jade Emperor's heart pounded wildly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

According to his tacit understanding and deal with the two Western Saints, Sun Wukong should have been a key figure in the Wutian Tribulation, acting as a guardian of destiny and opposing Wutian!

But now, they've actually joined forces?! Just how chaotic has the secrets of heaven become?!

"This is the Lingxiao Palace of Heaven? It doesn't look very impressive."

A voice full of youthful spirit rang out, and Nezha, riding on his Wind and Fire Wheels and wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear, stormed into the hall together with Ao Bing, who was riding on the waves and wielding an Ice Hammer.

One was as fiery as a flame, the other as cold as ice; their auras intertwined, subtly creating a sense of mutual complementarity.

"The Demon Orb and the Spirit Orb transformed from the Primordial Chaos Pearl!"

The Jade Emperor's expression changed again, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.

He was naturally very clear about the backgrounds of Nezha and Ao Bing.

According to the plan of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, after these two sons went through hardships and distinguished right from wrong, they should have converted to the righteous path and become the future pillars of his Heavenly Court and war gods, at his beck and call!

But now, they have also joined the anti-heaven camp!

Not long after Nezha and Ao Bing stepped inside, there was no more commotion outside the hall, but a powerful aura, heavy as a mountain and sharp as a knife, slowly seeped in like a tide.

Accompanied by a crisp yet resolute bark, a figure stepped into the Lingxiao Palace, the epicenter of the storm, with steady and firm steps.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, with a handsome and sculpted face. A deep scar on his forehead resembled a closed third eye, faintly radiating a divine light that sent shivers down one's spine.

He held a three-pointed, double-edged sword, its gleaming blade reflecting his cold, ruthless eyes.

It is indeed Yang Jian, the True Lord of the Pure Source Wonderful Way!

Among everyone present, he undoubtedly harbored the deepest hatred for the Jade Emperor!

This nominal uncle, the supreme ruler of the Three Realms, was actually the culprit who caused his mother to be suppressed under Peach Mountain, his father and elder brother to be brutally slaughtered, and his happy family to be instantly shattered!

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's and cold as ancient ice, were fixed on the Jade Emperor from the moment he stepped into the hall. The hatred, killing intent, and grief accumulated over thousands of years in his eyes had almost solidified into a tangible sharpness, threatening to pierce and tear apart the Nine Dragon Throne and the person on it!

"Yang Jian... even you..."

The Jade Emperor's expression changed drastically, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. His last shred of hope vanished.

Yang Jian, the nephew he had once tried to recruit but who always harbored ulterior motives, was someone whose talent, strength, and tenacity he knew all too well.

This is a true mortal enemy with whom he has a blood feud, and there is absolutely no room for negotiation!

Wutian, Monkey, Spirit Pearl, Demon Orb, Yang Jian!

Each of these five individuals possesses an extraordinary destiny and is entangled in the core causal relationships of the Three Realms!

They should have followed their predetermined paths of destiny, and even been hostile and mutually restraining at certain junctures, jointly maintaining a delicate and cruel "balance".

But at this moment, they broke through all the barriers of fate and gathered in this Lingxiao Palace, with an unprecedentedly unified goal—to rebel against Heaven! To overthrow the Emperor!

This is not a simple rebellion; it is a fundamental denial of the existing order and a complete subversion of the legitimacy of his rule as the Jade Emperor!

As if to confirm his worst fears, just as these five core rebels gathered in the hall, their auras merging into one, like an invisible giant net enveloping the entire Lingxiao Palace—

"Overthrow the Jade Emperor!"

"Take away his bird's nest!"

"Charge into the Heavenly Palace! Flatten the Southern Heavenly Gate!"

The deafening, violent, and resolute battle cries, like a volcano that had been accumulating for thousands of years suddenly erupting, or a tsunami that could destroy everything, came simultaneously from the four heavenly gates in the east, west, south, and north, and grew clearer and more shocking as they approached at an astonishing speed!

That was the bugle call for the allied forces against Heaven!

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang, led a massive army of dragons and aquatic creatures, stirring up storms and waves. Countless shrimp soldiers, crab generals, dragon sons and grandsons rode on towering waves, crashing against the crumbling defenses of the Heavenly River Navy.

The Qin Dynasty ruler, Ying Zheng, commanded a fierce army of Iron Eagle Warriors whose aura soared to the sky. Their black banners were invincible, echoing the Netherworld Legion. The atmosphere of death and war filled the heavens, and wherever they passed, heavenly soldiers and generals fell like straw.

The thousands of demons of Beiju Luzhou, led by several ancient demons, revealed their ferocious true forms. The demonic winds rolled and the demonic flames soared into the sky, like a flood that had burst its banks, frantically attacking the last barrier outside the Heavenly Court!

The Investiture of the Gods war has not yet completely ended, the Investiture of the Gods list has not been completed, and many important righteous gods of the Heavenly Court, such as the Thunder Department, Fire Department, and Fighting Department, have not yet returned to their positions. The overall strength of the Heavenly Court is far from being as prosperous and complete as it was in later generations.

Under the horrified gazes of the celestial beings in Heaven, the already stretched defenses crumbled instantly like ice and snow under the sun under the combined impact of these three powerful forces, resulting in a crushing defeat!

The remaining heavenly soldiers and generals were defeated one after another, their banners fell to the ground, their golden armor was shattered, and their blood stained the cloud-paved steps.

As the shouts and roars grew ever closer, seemingly right beside his ears, and as he sensed the undisguised hostility and killing intent of the five anti-heavenly core figures within the hall, the Jade Emperor's expression shifted repeatedly, eventually settling into a complex and disheartened look.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and authoritative, maintaining the last vestige of the Heavenly Emperor's dignity, and his gaze fell on Wutian, who was at the head:

"Wu Tian, ​​what do you intend to do?"

Wutian gazed at the Heavenly Emperor, whose reign was drawing to a close, his expression as cold as eternal ice, his voice devoid of any emotion:

"Jade Emperor, will you leave on your own, or should I... send you off?"

Finally, he let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with desolation and a resigned weariness, as if all his energy had been drained away in an instant:

"This is the will of Heaven, a calamity caused by fate. It is neither the fault of the war nor my fault. Since the situation is hopeless, there is no need to say more."

His ability to ascend to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor and rule the Three Realms for so long was not solely due to his seniority; his own strength was also unfathomable. Even when facing the strongest below the sage, such as Kong Xuan, he might not necessarily lose.

If it were any other time, and someone dared to force him to abdicate in this way, he would certainly fight to the death, exhausting all the power of the Heavenly Court to uphold the dignity of the Heavenly Emperor and make the offender pay a heavy price.

But... the calamity of no heaven is a predetermined fate manifested by the Heavenly Dao!

Although he is the Heavenly Emperor, he is not a saint who transcends everything. How could he dare to go against the will of Heaven?

Forcibly resisting this surging torrent of destiny will likely result in being reduced to dust in an instant!

The Jade Emperor took one last deep look at the Nine-Dragon Throne, a symbol of power over the Three Realms, his eyes flashing with resentment and desolation.

Immediately, his figure, seated on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, began to slowly become transparent and fade, like a reflection in water, and finally completely disappeared into the Lingxiao Palace without leaving any trace.

He chose to accept his fate and retreat voluntarily.

"Pah! That sounds nice! What kind of bullshit calamity is this? It's nothing but cowardice and a fear of death!"

Sun Wukong looked at the spot where the Jade Emperor had disappeared, spat disdainfully, and his face was full of contempt.

"Pah! That sounds nice! What kind of bullshit calamity is this? It's just that they're afraid of dying and trying to save face!"

Sun Wukong looked at the spot where the Jade Emperor had disappeared, spat disdainfully, and slammed his golden cudgel on the ground with a dull thud. His face was full of undisguised contempt and pleasure.

"This old Jade Emperor has been in a high position for so long that the Nine-Dragon Throne has worn down all his edges and spirit, and he has lost the will to fight against Heaven and risk his life. He doesn't even dare to put up a decent resistance, and can only use destiny to cover up his shame. It's really laughable! Does such a person deserve to rule the Three Realms for billions of years? It's truly the most ridiculous thing in the world!"

The Lingxiao Palace has now changed hands.

An era has come to an end.

Chapter 30 Even the weak have their voices; even ants can shake the heavens!

With the Jade Emperor's sorrowful departure and the change of the Heavenly Emperor's throne, the flames of war that swept through the Heavenly Court gradually subsided. However, the battle on another decisive battlefield, within the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, continued and became increasingly fierce.

Within the formation, malevolent energy surged, and the laws of earth, water, fire, and wind recurred, constantly collapsing and reforming.

Qin Chuan faced off against Laozi and the Guide Daoist. The clash between these three Primordial Limitless Golden Immortals had long transcended the realm of ordinary supernatural powers and techniques. It was a collision of the very origins of the Great Dao, a direct confrontation between will and rules.

The Primordial Chaos is the supreme being standing at the top of the endless void sea, and the difference between them is negligible.

Even for someone as powerful as Qin Chuan, it would be virtually impossible for him to defeat two Saints of the same level on his own.

In the terrifying aftershocks of that collision, which was enough to shake countless worlds, Qin Chuan's aura remained as deep as the sea, but if the stalemate continued, the chances of his defeat were constantly increasing.

After a clash of laws powerful enough to annihilate a galaxy, a hint of urgency flashed across the sorrowful face of the Guide Daoist. He spoke again, his voice carrying the immense power of chanting, attempting to shake Qin Chuan's resolve:

"Fellow Daoist, why be so stubborn? As long as you release my junior brother Zhunti, my previous promise will still stand. The Western Sect will immediately withdraw from this calamity and will never break my word!"

Laozi also lightly swept his whisk, deflecting an incoming destructive sword aura. His tone was indifferent, carrying a condescending admonition:

"Since you have already attained the Primordial Chaos Realm and transcended all things, you should know that below the Great Luo Realm, all are but ants and weeds, and the cycle of birth and death is nothing but the norm. Why then do you follow the example of Fellow Daoist Tongtian, insisting on fighting with us for the lives of these few ants, needlessly losing your own face and transcendence?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan chuckled. He appeared relaxed and unhurried, as if strolling leisurely, and in a lull between intense exchanges, he calmly recounted a seemingly insignificant past event:

"I am not yet a Great Luo Immortal, let alone at the Primordial Chaos stage. I once encountered a Great Luo Immortal in a fox demon world who intended to corrupt the world's origin and enslave all living beings."

He spoke calmly, recounting his memories: "At that time, that Great Luo looked down upon all living beings as you do, unattainable. But in the end, with the help of the beings of that world and in accordance with their wishes, I defeated him and preserved peace in that region."

Upon hearing this, both Jieyin and Taishang raised their eyebrows slightly, wondering what Qin Chuan meant by bringing up such trivial past events at this moment.

The Guide Daoist's mind stirred slightly as he recalled the Asura King among the Eight Legions of the sect, who was most adept at inciting evil thoughts in living beings, yet had inexplicably perished in the endless void sea. It turned out that he had fallen into the hands of Qin Chuan, who had not yet achieved the Great Luo realm.

"Could it be... that it is because of this grudge that you, fellow Daoist, are helping Tongtian and making things difficult for us?"

Jieyin said in a deep voice, trying to find the logic behind Qin Chuan's behavior.

Qin Chuan shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the two sages with a sharp, penetrating insight:

"I bring this up not to dredge up old grudges. I simply want to tell you two, and those other high-ranking immortals who also regard all living beings as ants, a fact you may not want to admit—"

His voice suddenly turned stern, like a thunderclap exploding in the hearts of the two sages:

"Even the weak have a voice, and even ants can shake the heavens!"

"Absurd!" Lao Tzu frowned slightly.