I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

As soon as this treasure appeared, an invisible pressure seemed to descend upon the world, the waves on the sea surface instantly froze, and even the seabirds flying in the distance were frozen in mid-air, like a still painting.

Jiang Wang flicked his finger, and the bell rang out. Wherever the sound waves passed, time seemed to freeze, and millions of immortals and gods were all plunged into absolute stillness.

The fear, anger, and despair in their eyes were frozen in that instant. Even quasi-saints like the Jade Emperor and Bodhi Patriarch became sluggish in their movements, their thoughts slumped as if trapped in quagmire, struggling to function.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes.

He was not a bloodthirsty person, but the Jade Emperor forced him to this point, exposing the Chaos Bell's trump card, which ignited a burning rage in his heart.

He let out a low shout, and the Chaos Bell hung above his head, emitting circles of invisible ripples. Wherever the ripples passed, space crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless tiny cracks.

Jiang Wang raised his hand and waved his hand, unleashing his supernatural power, "Space Shattering."

Start suddenly.

Those gods and immortals trapped in the stillness of time had no time to react and were torn to dust in the spatial rifts.

In just a few breaths, 100,000 immortals and gods turned to ashes. The Zhou Tian Star Array, due to the loss of its base, was greatly weakened and was on the verge of collapse.

The sea wind howled, and Jiang Wang's robes were stained with blood, but it was not his blood; rather, it was the blood and essence of the remnants of immortals and gods that had been spilled.

His expression was indifferent, his gaze sweeping over the celestial beings of Heaven, his killing intent undiminished.

The Jade Emperor finally realized what was happening. He roared, and golden light shone brightly around him. A set of gilded armor emerged from his body, the Jade Emperor Armor.

This treasure was bestowed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and can help the Jade Emperor temporarily leap to the Saint-level combat power.

As golden light burst forth, the time constraint binding the Jade Emperor was forcibly broken. He held the Haotian Sword, its light as bright as a rainbow, pointing directly at Jiang Wang.

"Jiang Wang, you dare to slaughter my Heavenly Court's immortals and gods! Today I will surely kill you!"

The Jade Emperor's voice was like thunder, resounding through the heavens, and the sword light tore through the void, aiming straight for Jiang Wang's head.

However, before he could finish speaking, the sky suddenly darkened, and a bolt of purple divine lightning crashed down from the heavens, its dazzling light carrying the force to destroy everything, striking directly at the Jade Emperor's head.

Saint-level beings are forbidden in the mortal realm; this is an ironclad law of Heaven. Although the Jade Emperor briefly stepped into the Saint level with the power of the Haotian Set, he still incurred divine punishment.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Wang's sneer intensified.

With a flash, he used the Chaos Bell to protect himself and forcefully blocked the Jade Emperor's sword. Then, using the technique of spatial teleportation, he disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

The Jade Emperor, braving the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, pursued him relentlessly. The lightning exploded on his gilded armor, scattering countless sparks, but it could not stop his advance.

Jiang Wang's mind raced, and he instantly understood the Jade Emperor's intention—this move was not only to kill him, but also to lure the two Western Saints into taking action, using their power to completely suppress him.

Would Jiang Wang do as he wished? The Chaos Bell chimed softly, and Jiang Wang's figure flashed repeatedly. In a few instantaneous teleportations, he had already shaken off the Jade Emperor's pursuit and reappeared in the sky above the East Sea.

His gaze was icy as he looked down at the millions of immortals and gods below, his killing intent rising once more.

The Chaos Bell hangs in the heavens, its sound booming and reverberating throughout the three realms.

As the bell tolled, the nine hundred thousand immortals and gods didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to dust under the invisible pressure, their souls scattered.

Only those at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level or above could barely escape this calamity by relying on their own cultivation.

Jiang Wang, however, had no intention of letting the others go.

He moved like lightning, chasing down three thousand fleeing immortals and gods. With each swing of his long sword, an immortal or god fell.

Blood filled the sky, turning the sea crimson. Jiang Wang was like a god of slaughter, relentlessly carnaging everyone.

In the end, of the millions of immortals and gods, fewer than two thousand managed to escape, while the rest perished.

The Battle of the East Sea shook the Three Realms.

On Mount Ling, the Sage of Guidance sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, his brows furrowed, as if worried that Jiang Wang's power had become too great.

Saint Zhunti sneered and clapped his hands, saying, "Although this boy is strong, the opportunity to disrupt the Journey to the West has arrived. We have already prepared our killing move. Once he enters the game, we will deal with him."

Upon hearing this, Jieyin nodded slightly, but still could not hide his worry.

The Heavenly Court was deathly silent.

Although the Investiture of the Gods resurrected the immortals and gods, this act consumed countless amounts of the Heavenly Court's fortune, greatly damaged its authority, and put its orthodox status in jeopardy.

The Jade Emperor sat upright in the Lingxiao Palace, his face ashen, his eyes blazing with fury.

He flicked his sleeves and went straight to the Outer Heaven of the Great Luo Heaven, seeking an audience with the Dao Ancestor Hongjun to seek justice for the Heavenly Court.

All the great powers of the Three Realms watched with indifference.

Lao Tzu sat cross-legged in the Eight Views Palace, stroking his beard and sighing softly: "Haotian couldn't even defeat a junior, so he went to seek help from the Dao Ancestor. How can someone so incompetent rule the Three Realms?"

The other powerful beings also showed disdain, feeling that the Jade Emperor's actions were utterly pathetic.

Jiang Wang, however, did not care what the Three Realms were saying.

He stood above the East Sea, and the Chaos Bell slowly dimmed its light, returning to his palm.

Just then, a mysterious light descended from the sky and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Wang had a sudden thought, and upon checking, he discovered that he had completed a hidden task.

The reward was none other than a top-grade innate spiritual treasure—the God-Slaying Whip.

This whip is specifically designed to strike the primordial spirit, and it is the natural enemy of all the gods in the Investiture of the Gods. As Jiang Wang held the whip in his hand, he felt a surge of powerful fighting spirit rising from the bottom of his heart.

In addition, the mission also grants an experience point lottery chance, which Jiang Wang thought for a moment but did not use for the time being.

His gaze drifted into the distance, towards the Heavenly Court, and ambition quietly grew within him.

In today's battle, he single-handedly slaughtered a million immortals and gods, and the power of the Chaos Bell shook the Three Realms. Even the Jade Emperor could not do anything to him.

Jiang Wang thought to himself, with the Chaos Bell and the God-Slaying Whip in hand, how could he not contend with the Heavenly Court in the future? In fact, he vaguely had an even bolder idea—to take Haotian's place and ascend to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor! The sea breeze was still howling, and Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, a meaningful smile on his lips.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, surrounded by a tranquil mountain forest. A stream babbled, birds sang sweetly, and sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on him.

With a slight thought, a semi-transparent, magnificent light screen appeared from the void, as clear and bright as glass, densely displaying his attribute information.

Jiang Wang's gaze slowly swept over them, a slight smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint of smugness.

His cultivation at the early stage of Quasi-Saint is already among the top in this Journey to the West world.

He had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to the fifth revolution, making his physical body as tough as immortal gold, and capable of shaking mountains with every move.

In addition, he also possessed many supernatural abilities such as the Seventy-Two Transformations, the Somersault Cloud, and the Universe in His Sleeve, each of which was enough to make ordinary demon kings tremble in fear.

Below the light screen, the treasure display gleamed: the Purple-Gold Red Gourd, the Ruyi Jingu Bang, the Immortal-Binding Rope, the Primordial Golden Cauldron... Each one was a renowned treasure, and any one of them alone would be enough to make cultivators of the Three Realms envious.

As for experience points, the number 733 million is clearly visible, along with two chances to win a prize.

Jiang Wang's gaze lingered on the lottery ticket for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and he shook his head.

"My luck is exhausted; the lottery is likely to end badly."

He muttered to himself, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Luck value is a mysterious and elusive thing, but it was the key he discovered over the years while exploring the system.

Without sufficient luck, he would usually only draw useless items in every lottery draw, or even attract trouble. Now that he possessed numerous magical treasures and supernatural powers, he was full of confidence and there was no need for him to take any risks.

So he waved his hand to disperse the light screen, stood up, dusted off his Taoist robe, and looked toward the distant horizon.

The situation in the Tang Dynasty has become increasingly stable in recent days.

Although Jiang Wang rarely ventured into the mortal realm, he had heard quite a bit of news.

The Heavenly Court was severely weakened after the last great war, the Jade Emperor's prestige was damaged, and the immortals and gods retreated to the Heavenly Court, rarely daring to descend to the mortal realm.

Meanwhile, the Tang Dynasty rose to power, expanding its territory to most of the Southern Jambudvipa, and showing signs of challenging the Three Realms.

Jiang Wang had personally witnessed the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty. Chang'an was bustling with activity, the people lived in peace and contentment, and bookstores and clinics were everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Emperor Li Shimin was ambitious, but he also understood that endless wars would only lead to the suffering of the people. Therefore, he slowed down the pace of expansion and instead focused on developing agriculture, establishing education, and repairing medical clinics to appease the people and consolidate his rule.

Jiang Wang had no interest in this; his mind was entirely focused on alchemy.

Six months ago, he found a nine-leaf Ganoderma lucidum in a secret realm. It took him more than half a year to refine the Ganoderma lucidum into a batch of Nine-Turn Golden Pills.

During this period, he rarely left his house, spending his days immersed in the alchemy furnace, observing the heat, adjusting the flow of spiritual energy, and occasionally nourishing the pills with his own essence and blood.

That batch of golden pills ultimately yielded only three pills, each emitting a faint golden light, the scent of which refreshed the mind and spirit.

He carefully stored the elixir in his purple-gold gourd, intending to use it later when he broke through his bottleneck.

Time flies like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Sanzang and his disciples have embarked on their journey to the West and arrived at Huangfeng Ridge.

Although Jiang Wang did not travel with them, he kept a close eye on the team's movements.

After all, the Journey to the West concerns the fate of the Three Realms, and most of the system tasks he has are related to it.

That day, he was considering whether to go to Huangfeng Ridge to see what was going on when he heard that Tang Sanzang and his companions had encountered trouble in the ridge.

Huangfengling is a steep and rugged place with jagged rocks and rampant sandstorms.

During the journey of Tang Sanzang and his disciples, the white dragon horse appeared extremely tired, with heavy steps and labored breathing.

Tang Sanzang sat on his horse, gently twirling his prayer beads, but his face showed a hint of worry.

Sun Wukong walked at the front, casually resting his golden cudgel on the ground, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if on guard against something.

Pigsy carried the load, muttering complaints under his breath, while Sandy followed silently at the back, occasionally looking up at the distant mountains.

"Master, the sandstorms are too strong in this awful place, let's take a break!"

Bajie wiped the sand off his face, his tone full of impatience.

Tang Sanzang sighed and nodded in agreement.

The group found a sheltered mountain hollow to rest, but Sun Wukong did not stop. He leaped up to a high place and looked around.

Just then, a strange wind suddenly arose, whipping up a sky full of yellow sand that blotted out the sun.

Wukong frowned, reached out and grabbed a handful of wind, sniffed it, and his expression changed slightly.

"This wind smells fishy; it's probably a tiger's wind!"

He gave a low shout, and before he finished speaking, a deafening tiger roar came from afar.

A tiger demon with piercing eyes and a white forehead leaped out of the forest. Its fur was like steel needles, its claws and teeth were sharp, and its aura was fierce.

Seeing this, Pigsy grabbed his nine-toothed rake and charged forward, shouting, "You beast, how dare you mess with your grandpa Pig!"

The two fought fiercely, their rakes clashing with the tiger's claws, sparks flying everywhere.

However, this tiger demon was incredibly strong and had bizarre moves. Pigsy fought it for dozens of rounds but couldn't gain the slightest advantage.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly and leaped into the fray, wielding his golden cudgel with impenetrable force, gradually overwhelming the tiger demon.

Just then, a cunning glint flashed in the tiger demon's eyes. Suddenly, it dropped its tiger skin and transformed into a wisp of black smoke, disappearing into the distance.

Wukong was stunned and before he could react, the black smoke had already swept towards Tang Sanzang, snatched him away, and disappeared into the sandstorm in the blink of an eye.

Pigsy stomped his feet in anger and cursed, "That monster is so cunning, he actually used trickery!"

Wukong's face was ashen, his golden cudgel was gripped tightly in his hand, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

At the same time, Jiang Wang was sitting on a mountaintop when the system interface reappeared.

His gaze fell on the newly popped-up mission prompt, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Task 23: Postpone the Journey to the West.

Option 1: Help the Yellow Wind Monster trap Tang Sanzang, reward 100,000 experience points; Option 2: Seize the Yellow Wind Monster's Samadhi Wind Divine Power, reward the power; Option 3: Go to Little Sumeru Mountain to obtain the Wind-Fixing Pill and the Flying Dragon Staff, reward a mysterious stone tablet.

Jiang Wang's gaze shifted between the three options, a hint of disdain appearing on his lips.

10 experience points were just a drop in the ocean for him. Although the Samadhi Divine Wind Divine Power was not bad, it was nothing compared to the many divine powers he had already mastered.

Only the mysterious stone slab truly captivated him.

He has collected eight stone slabs, each containing a great secret. If he can collect all nine, he may be able to uncover the true origin of the system.

He took a deep breath, and despite having a vague feeling that the system's actions seemed to be a form of inducement, he still chose the third task.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Wang appeared above Huangfeng Ridge.

Looking down, he saw Sun Wukong engaged in a fierce battle with a yellow-robed demon king.

That demon king was none other than the Yellow Wind Monster, wielding a three-pronged steel fork that stirred up gusts of yellow wind as he swung it, the wind carrying the subtle power of the Samadhi Divine Wind.

Caught off guard, Wukong was blinded by the wind and his face was covered in blood, leaving him in a sorry state.

Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself that this Yellow Wind Monster was indeed quite something.

With a thought, he used his Seventy-Two Transformations to become Sun Wukong and headed straight for Little Sumeru Mountain.

Mount Sumeru is shrouded in mist and clouds, and on its summit stands an ancient Taoist temple where the Bodhisattva Lingji sits serenely.

Jiang Wang, disguised as Sun Wukong, stepped into the Taoist temple, cupped his hands and said, "Bodhisattva, I, Old Sun, have come on my master's orders to borrow the Wind-Fixing Pill and the Flying Dragon Staff to subdue the Yellow Wind Monster!"

Lingji Bodhisattva opened his eyes, his gaze gentle, and nodded, saying, "Since it is what the pilgrims need, this humble monk will naturally help."

After saying that, he took out two magical treasures and handed them to Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang accepted the Wind-Stabilizing Pill and the Flying Dragon Staff, but felt a vague unease in his heart.

The system interface did not display a notification that the task was completed for a long time. He looked down at the Wind-Stabilizing Pill in his hand and suddenly noticed a crack on the surface of the pill, from which black liquid seeped out, carrying a pungent, fishy stench.

The liquid touched his palm and burned like a raging fire, rapidly corroding his flesh and reaching his very soul.

Jiang Wang was shocked and hurriedly activated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to resist, but found that the black liquid was extremely strange and even began to corrode his primordial spirit.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the clouds, and was astonished to see Bodhi Patriarch and Guanyin Bodhisattva standing side by side above the clouds, their eyes coldly fixed on him.

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat; he instantly realized he had fallen into a trap. (End of Chapter)