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

He walked out of the main hall, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Southern Continent, and murmured, "Heavenly Dao... Ha, Jiang Wang, if you were really dead, it would save us trouble."

But what if he hadn't died...?

A complex look flashed in his eyes, and then he sent out a divine thought, summoning his clone Qingpingzi and ordering him to go to the Tang Kingdom to carry out three tasks: warn of the impending extinction of the human race, investigate the life or death of Jiang Wang, and if Jiang Wang is dead, bring back the human infant.

The sky over Jambudvipa was as clear as ever, and the sunlight shone on the vast plains, creating a golden halo.

Qingpingzi was dressed in a green robe, standing on auspicious clouds, holding a green longsword in her hand, with cloud patterns faintly flowing on the blade.

He traveled south, his gaze sweeping over the mountains and rivers, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, three figures swept past in front of them, their imposing auras revealing them to be at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

"stop!"

Qingpingzi flashed and blocked the three of them.

He glanced at the three men and saw that each had a distinct air about him: one was dressed in flowing white robes, holding a long sword, with a hint of arrogance between his brows, and that was Li Bai; another was dressed in a scholar's robe, with deep eyes that seemed to flow with poetic sentiment, and that was Du Fu; the last one was clad in armor, with a calm and steady aura, and that was Guo Ziyi.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

Li Bai raised his eyebrows and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, where a faint aura of sword energy emanated.

Qingpingzi smiled faintly, cupped his hands and said, "I am Qingpingzi, and I have come on orders. I am not here to be hostile, but I have something to tell you."

His gaze swept over the three men, and seeing that their aura subtly aligned with the rise of Aolai Kingdom, he knew that these three must be Jiang Wang's disciples.

Du Fu stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Since we are not enemies, what important matter do you have to discuss?"

Qingpingzi didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "32 years later, the saints will descend to the mortal realm, slaughter all the human experts, and sever the human destiny."

Do you trust this matter?

As soon as he finished speaking, the three men's expressions changed. They looked at each other and saw shock and solemnity in each other's eyes.

Guo Ziyi said in a deep voice, "What is the basis for your statement? Why do the sages speak like this?"

Qingpingzi shook her head: "I am merely following orders to deliver a message. Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you."

He paused, then said, "If Jiang Wang is still alive, report back to him immediately; if he has already passed away... then forget it."

After saying this, he flashed away, turning into a blue light and disappearing into the distance, leaving the three of them standing there, speechless for a long time.

“I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn’t exist.”

After a moment's thought, Li Bai decisively said, "Return to Chang'an immediately and report to your master!"

The three of them immediately transformed into streaks of light and headed straight for Chang'an.

Within Chang'an City, Jiang Wang's mansion is located in the east of the city, covering a vast area with ancient trees reaching for the sky in the courtyard, filled with spiritual energy.

Jiang Wang, dressed in a white robe, sat upright in the stone pavilion, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, seemingly reading it.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shadows on him and highlighting his handsome features and extraordinary demeanor, as if he were one with the world.

Li Bai and his two companions rushed back and, upon seeing Jiang Wang, immediately reported the whole story.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's gaze flickered slightly. He put down the bamboo slip and said with a faint smile, "Qingpingzi... Ha, Tongtian's clone, quite the schemer."

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance. "This news is most likely true."

Thirty-two years later, the saints descended to the mortal realm… The Heavenly Dao, as expected, was not content with silence.

Li Bai said urgently, "Master, if this is true, humanity is in grave danger! How should we respond?"

Jiang Wang waved his hand, indicating that the three of them did not need to panic.

He took out three crystal-clear divine pills from his sleeve, radiating a rich spiritual energy, and handed them to the three people, saying, "These are Quasi-Saint Divine Pills. Each of you can take three pills to help you break through to the Quasi-Saint realm."

There's no need to worry right now; 32 years is plenty of time for me to make arrangements.

The three received the divine pills, feeling shocked but also gaining more confidence.

Jiang Wang then said, "After you break through, I will teach you the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

This technique can help you advance further in the Quasi-Saint realm. At that time, even if all the Saints descended to the mortal world, they might not be able to do anything to you.

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable confidence, which put the three of them at ease.

After seeing off his three disciples, Jiang Wang flashed into Yue Garden.

Yueyuan is the place where Chang'e lived in seclusion. It is surrounded by fairy mist and the laurel trees emit a faint fragrance.

Chang'e, dressed in white, stood under the laurel tree, her beauty unparalleled, yet her eyes held a hint of melancholy.

Upon seeing Jiang Wang arrive, she smiled slightly and stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Brother Jiang, you've come."

Jiang Wang nodded, took out three Quasi-Saint Divine Pills from his sleeve, and handed them to Chang'e, saying, "These pills can help you break through to the Quasi-Saint realm. Each person can take a maximum of three pills. Keep them safe."

Chang'e accepted the divine pill, her fingertips trembling slightly, but her gaze fell on Jiang Wang's face as she softly asked, "Brother Jiang, if I become a Quasi-Saint, will I... no longer be troubled by marriage?"

Jiang Wang was taken aback when he heard this. He met her gaze and saw tears glistening in her eyes, which softened his heart.

He sighed softly, "Little sister, matters of marriage cannot be forced."

If you are willing to let go, I will treat you with the respect due to an elder brother.

Upon hearing this, a complex emotion flashed in Chang'e's eyes, and she finally whispered, "Alright... I am willing to protect Brother Jiang as his younger sister."

As she finished speaking, the laurel tree swayed gently, as if telling her secrets.

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Liusha River, Sha Wujing sat cross-legged on a boulder, his breathing steady, but his eyes held a hint of anxiety.

For the past six months, he has searched all over the Dragon Palaces of the Four Seas, but has yet to find a dragon under the age of three.

Until the day before yesterday, he learned from an old turtle that Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, had impregnated a clam woman, and that a baby dragon might be born three years later.

He immediately reported to Guanyin and returned to Tang Sanzang's side, where he took care of Bajie while focusing on his cultivation.

Three years passed in a blink of an eye.

Sha Wujing's cultivation has reached the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, far surpassing the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas.

He returned to the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, just in time for the birth of the young dragon.

The Dragon Palace was heavily guarded, with countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals patrolling, and several dragon elders guarding the birthing room.

Sha Wujing, however, was not afraid at all. He flashed and transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight to the delivery room.

"Who dares to trespass into the Dragon Palace!"

The dragon elders roared in anger, but no one could stop Sha Wujing's momentum.

He rushed into the delivery room, only to find the clam maiden lying weakly on the jade bed, cradling a strange creature in her arms—this "dragon seed" had eight legs and two large pincers; it was clearly a baby crab, not a true dragon! Sha Wujing froze, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes, then shook his head with a wry smile, muttering, "Dragon King, Dragon King, the taste of being a father unexpectedly isn't pleasant for you..."

He turned and left, but a few doubts lingered in his mind: what secrets are hidden in these three realms?
Jiang Wang stood in front of the Glazed Palace of the East Sea Dragon Palace. The sea breeze, carrying a salty and fishy smell, rushed towards him. The coral forest outside the palace swayed in the dark blue water, as if countless ghosts were lurking in the shadows.

He wore a green robe, carried a golden cudgel on his shoulder, had a stern face, but his eyes held a hint of weariness that was not easily detected.

The magnificent grandeur of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea did not stir his emotions; on the contrary, he was filled with heavy doubts about this journey to the West.

Sha Wujing, or rather, he prefers to call himself Jiang Wang, a name that encapsulates his entire past, from the Heavenly Curtain-Raising General to the Demon Monk of the Flowing Sand River, and also reveals his hidden resistance to the journey to the West.

Inside the hall, Sha Wujing's roar was like thunder, causing ripples to spread across the sea outside.

Jiang Wang tilted his head slightly, the angry shouts of Sha Wujing when he stormed the palace echoing in his ears: "Ao Guang! You old dragon, how dare you try to fool me by passing off a baby crab as a young dragon!"

Jiang Wang gave a bitter smile. Sha Wujing's personality was still as straightforward as it had been back in Heaven, unchanged in the slightest.

He did not rush into the hall, but stood quietly outside, his gaze passing through the stained glass windows to the scene of fierce arguing inside.

Sha Wujing, dressed in a grey-blue monk's robe, brandished his staff with great force, having just attempted to seize the so-called "young dragon."
He ventured alone into the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, fully believing that he could contribute to the pilgrimage team and resolve their current predicament.

Unexpectedly, the so-called "young dragon"

It was just a small, bright red crab, which Ao Guang hid in a crystal box deep inside the Dragon Palace. The box was surrounded by many restrictions, and it almost cost Sha Wujing half his life.

Enraged, Sha Wujing swept his staff across the crystal box, shattering it. The little crab squeaked.

Shouting and waving its little pincers, it fled, showing no trace of the majesty of the dragon race. Sha Wujing immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap, and angrily broke through the encirclement, heading straight for the main hall to settle accounts with Ao Guang.

Inside the main hall, Ao Guang sat upright on the dragon throne, his hair and beard all white, but his face carried a sly smile.

Beside him, Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, leaned against a coral pillar, his eyes sinister, but his tone was somewhat mocking: "Sha Wujing, you are a pilgrim, how can you be so reckless? Do you really think that the young dragon of my East Sea Dragon Palace can be easily snatched by you, a demonic monk from the Flowing Sand River?"

Ao Run's words carried a hint of probing, but his gaze was fixed on Sha Wujing, as if trying to see through him.

Sha Wujing gritted his teeth, slammed his staff into the ground, and made a clanging sound.

With a muffled thud, he shouted, "Ao Guang, Ao Run, what is the purpose of this deception? If it weren't for the sake of Guanyin of the South Sea, I would have turned this Dragon Palace upside down today!"

Although he was furious, his tone revealed a hint of weariness.

On the journey to the West, Sun Wukong had long since disappeared, and Zhu Bajie was trapped in Xiniu Hezhou by a mysterious rope. Tang Sanzang was left alone to guard Bajie, and Jiang Wang himself had to run around trying to break free from the predicament.

This journey to the West is no longer the perfect ending we imagined, but rather a journey fraught with thorns and dangers at every turn.

Ao Guang coughed lightly and spoke slowly, his voice deep yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Sha Wujing, don't be impatient."

This "young dragon" affair was actually a scheme jointly set up by the East China Sea and the South China Sea.

Three years ago, an unknown force began to spy on my dragon clan, intending to seize the dragon's offspring. My second brother, Ao Qin, and I discussed it and deliberately released the news of the 'young dragon' to lure the mastermind behind it out.

Who would have thought that it would be you, the pilgrim, who would come?

He paused, glanced at Ao Run, and the two exchanged a meaningful look.

Run sneered and continued, "Sha Wujing, you are both the Curtain-Raising General who was banished from Heaven to the mortal realm and a member of the pilgrimage team. Why did you steal my Dragon Clan's 'young dragon'? Could it be that you have already harbored other intentions on this pilgrimage?"

These words were like a knife, piercing Sha Wujing's heart.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He came to the East China Sea after indeed hearing about the "young dragon".

He was able to help the pilgrimage team overcome difficulties, but now it seems that all of this was just a test by the dragons, and he has become a pawn who has been mistakenly drawn into the game.

Jiang Wang stood outside the hall, listening to the argument inside, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Sha Wujing's fruitless journey will likely add to his disappointment with the pilgrimage.

He looked down at the golden cudgel in his hand. The cudgel gleamed coldly in the sunlight reflecting off the sea, as if it were mocking the absurdity of the Journey to the West.

Jiang Wang sighed softly, turned and stepped into the hall. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Sha Wujing, that's enough."

Since the matter of the Dragon Palace was a misunderstanding, there is no need to dwell on it any longer.

We have more important things to do.

Sha Wujing turned around and saw Jiang Wang approaching, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

This "senior brother"

Although not explicitly stated, he has always silently borne the pressure of the pilgrimage team.

He nodded, put away his staff, and said in a low voice, "What my senior brother says is true. I... I will go to the South Sea now to report back to Guanyin Bodhisattva."

After saying that, he turned around, transformed into a streak of light, and disappeared into the horizon.

Jiang Wang did not immediately give chase. He glanced at Ao Guang and Ao Run and said indifferently, "The two Dragon Kings have quite the scheme."

This served both to test the visitors and to save face for the dragon clan.

However, this journey to the West is probably more complicated than you imagine.

Without saying much, he turned and left, his figure appearing somewhat lonely in the reflection of the seawater.

On Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, a gentle breeze blows through the Purple Bamboo Forest, where Guanyin Bodhisattva sits serenely on a lotus throne, her countenance solemn and majestic.

Sha Wujing knelt before the lotus platform, his voice low and dejected: "Bodhisattva, your disciple is incompetent. The plan to 'seize the young dragon' has completely failed."

The so-called 'young dragon' of the East Sea Dragon Palace was nothing more than a crab; my disciple nearly lost his life.

He paused, his voice lowering even further: "Now that my eldest brother is missing, my second brother is trapped in Xiniu Hezhou, and my master is isolated and helpless, I really don't know how to continue on this journey to the West."

Perhaps... perhaps we should just part ways and each find our own peace and quiet.

Upon hearing this, Guanyin frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes: "Sha Wujing, how can you be so discouraged? The Journey to the West is a preordained calamity. Since you have been given this mission, you should forge ahead bravely. How can you give up so easily?"

She rose, waved her wide sleeves, and, along with Sha Wujing, transformed into golden light, heading straight for Xiniu Hezhou.

In Xiniu Hezhou, amidst a desolate mountain wilderness, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged beside a blue stone, his face haggard and his eyes filled with worry.

Pigsy was tied to an ancient tree not far away by a golden rope that seemed to have a spirit, and no matter how much Pigsy struggled, he did not move an inch.

When Pigsy saw Guanyin and Sandy arrive, he immediately shouted, "Bodhisattva! You've finally come! I, Old Pig, have been tied up with this tattered rope for three days and three nights, without eating a single bite of food or drinking a drop of water. I'm so hungry my stomach is practically sticking to my back! Please save me!"

Guanyin approached, intently observing the rope, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

She stretched out her jade-like hand, attempting to untie the ropes with her supernatural powers, first using the "nectar from the pure bottle".
But the dew that fell onto the rope was instantly absorbed; then they tried the "Five Elements Shifting Technique".
The ropes, however, remained firmly rooted; finally, she offered up the "lotus throne."
Attempts to purify it with Buddha's light were to no avail.

Guanyin withdrew her hand and sighed, "This rope is no ordinary object; it must have been made by a sage. I am powerless to change it." (End of Chapter)