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

With a thought, his twelve clones appeared, some sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, others leaning against the ancient pine, each possessing its own unique charm, like twelve true immortals descending to earth.

He tried to channel his divine power and unleash a simple palm lightning strike. Twelve clones attacked simultaneously, their lightning like dragons, weaving into a sea of ​​thunder. With a deafening roar, they blasted a small mountain in the distance to smithereens, filling the air with smoke and dust, and showering the ground with rubble.

He nodded to himself; the power of these four spells was enough to make him invincible among those of the same realm.

Meanwhile, in the primordial world, an earth-shattering struggle is unfolding.

Jiang Wang had previously spent five million experience points to forcibly refine the innate treasure, the Pangu Banner.

At that moment, Yuanshi Tianzun was preaching in the Jade Void Palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens when he suddenly felt a sudden urge and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his Taoist robe red.

His expression changed drastically. He calculated with his fingers and roared, "You brat Jiang Wang, how dare you steal my treasure!"

He immediately stood up, his body transformed into golden light, and headed straight for the location of the Chaos Bell.

Lao Tzu also sensed the unusual movement, and riding on his blue ox, he sped off in the same direction like lightning.

The Chaos Bell is hidden in a secluded place in the primordial wilderness, surrounded by surging chaotic energy that blots out the sky.

Lu Ya arrived first, clad in a golden crow fire robe, his aura as intense as the blazing sun.

As they approached the Chaos Bell, a phantom soul emerged from within the bell; it was none other than the remnant soul of Donghuang Taiyi.

The phantom's gaze was profound, seemingly able to pierce through eternity, and it said in a deep voice, "I am a descendant of the demon race. Are you willing to carry on my will and restore the glory of the demon race?"

Lu Ya knelt on one knee, his eyes burning with intense flames, and swore a resounding oath: "I, Lu Ya, am willing to give my life to lead the demon race back to its peak!"

The illusory figure nodded slightly, then transformed into a stream of light and entered Lu Ya's brow. The Chaos Bell trembled violently, transforming into a beam of azure light and completely merging with him.

Lu Ya flashed and disappeared into the void.

A moment later, Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi arrived one after the other, only to find an empty space filled with surging chaotic energy; the Chaos Bell had long since vanished without a trace.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared, "How dare you, you brat Lu Ya, do such a thing!"

Lao Tzu's face was gloomy, and the Tai Chi diagram in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing endless anger.

The sages Nuwa and Tongtian, who were far away, also sensed the unusual activity here. They all sent their divine thoughts over and realized that the Chaos Bell was missing. They were all shocked and filled with confusion.

Jiang Wang was completely unaware of this. He returned to a pill furnace deep in the hidden realm, where flames roared and the fragrance of spiritual herbs filled the air.

He spent a long time in the secluded realm, using countless spiritual herbs treasured by the Heavenly Court as ingredients to refine elixirs.

As the flames leaped in the furnace, he focused intently, forming hand seals to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to pour into the furnace.

Over a period of sixty years, he refined 30,000 Taiyi Xuanhuang Pills, 900 Daluo Tian Pills, and 16 Quasi-Saint Divine Pills.

Each pill radiates a brilliant spiritual light, containing boundless mysteries.

He distributed some of the pills to human cultivators in the hidden realm, while carefully sealing the rest away as a trump card for humanity.

After the pills were distributed, the strength of the hidden human race surged, with five hundred Great Luo Golden Immortals and twenty thousand Taiyi Golden Immortals emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

These powerful individuals either secluded themselves for cultivation or practiced their supernatural abilities, creating a hidden realm filled with celestial energy and ever-changing phenomena.

Standing on high above, Jiang Wang looked down at everything and felt a warmth in his heart, thinking to himself, "The rise of the human race is now unstoppable."

The surge in human fortune triggered an anomaly in the Kongtong Seal, causing six golden dragons of fortune to rise from within the seal, their roars shaking the heavens and their light radiating far and wide.

The primordial land also underwent changes. The mountains and rivers of the four continents quietly expanded, increasing in area by one-tenth. The spiritual energy became more abundant, and the vegetation became more lush.

This phenomenon confirms that the human race has become the main protagonist in the primordial world, with its fortune at its peak and unshakeable.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun sat cross-legged on a futon, his face ashen, muttering, "Twenty-nine years left..."

His gaze was deep, as if he were trying to discern the secrets of the universe, but in the end he shook his head.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors noticed the changes in the primordial world and emerged from seclusion to explore all directions, but found nothing. They only discovered that the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty were declining and there were signs of its impending collapse.

Jiang Wang ignored all of this. He sat cross-legged beside a spiritual spring in the hidden realm. The spring water was clear and reflected his handsome face.

With a thought, he brought up the system and focused his gaze on the remaining seven portions of luck.

He pondered for a moment and decided to hold a super lottery.

With a flash of light, the system notified him that he had gained 83,010,000 experience points.

After a moment's thought, he realized that upgrading the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was extremely costly and not cost-effective, so he chose to invest all his experience points into comprehending the Law of Time.

The laws of time are mysterious and unpredictable. Jiang Wang closed his eyes and concentrated, and it seemed that endless time was flowing in his sea of ​​consciousness.

As his understanding deepened, he eventually mastered the "time stop" technique.

With "time travel"

Two great magical powers.

Although time stop can only last for one second and consumes up to one-third of divine power, it can immobilize the enemy and provide an immense advantage; time reversal can turn back a moment and rewrite the course of the battle.

Having comprehended the Law of Time to the point of 99%, Jiang Wang stirred his mind, and the flow of time around him suddenly increased to 99 times.

Combined with quadruple casting, time can be expanded to 396 times.

He tried to use time-stop, and four clones appeared at the same time. Time stopped abruptly for four seconds, and the world was silent. Only he could move.

Jiang Wang stood up, his robes fluttering, his gaze distant.

He thought to himself, "Time is king, it's true."

With a wave of his hand, the twelve clones of the Three Pure Ones returned to his body, and the water beside the spiritual spring rippled, reflecting his proud and aloof figure.

Jiang Wang stood on the city wall of Aolai Kingdom. The morning breeze carried the unique fragrance of grass and trees of Dongsheng Divine Continent, mixed with the salty smell of distant sea waves.

His gaze swept across the rolling fields outside the city and landed on a faint rosy dawn on the horizon. The blood-red glow made the weariness in his eyes appear even heavier.

A dozen days ago, Du Fu ascended to the throne of Aolai Kingdom. The news spread throughout Dongsheng Shenzhou, but Jiang Wang felt little joy.

He lowered his head and stroked a dark seed in his hand. This was the sacred seed he had given to Du Fu, which yielded ten thousand catties per mu and could strengthen the body and prevent all diseases.

Today, the people of Aolai live in peace and contentment. The rice paddies ripple in the fields, and children's laughter echoes through the villages. All of this seems like a prosperous scene, but it makes Jiang Wang feel a little uneasy.

He didn't dislike Du Fu's achievements, but he vaguely felt that the prosperity of this small country was nothing more than a drop in the ocean compared to the vast destiny of the ancient human race.

He had witnessed the destruction of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom in Beiju Luzhou, with demon corpses strewn across the land and the Heavenly Court's thunderous battle flag fluttering in the blood mist. Those tragic scenes still haunted his mind.

The future of humanity is not merely about holding onto a small corner of the land, but about seizing a glimmer of hope for billions of living beings in this vast and desolate world, and even about changing the world and reshaping the destiny of humanity.

Jiang Wang's fingers tightened slightly, the seed pressing against his palm with a slight pain. He murmured to himself, "Being the king of a country is ultimately too small... the human race deserves a greater destiny."

In the distance, the people working in the fields looked up at the figure on the city wall, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

Jiang Wang's spiritual seed not only brought a bountiful harvest, but also made them physically strong and free from illness. The elderly in the village could even carry a hundred catties of rice and walk as nimbly as young people.

Some whispered among themselves, "If it weren't for Young Master Jiang's gift of the seed, how could we be where we are today? King Du's ascension to the throne is also thanks to Young Master Jiang's kindness." Another person chimed in, "I've heard Young Master Jiang say that Aolai Kingdom is just the beginning, and in the future, the human race will dominate the primordial world and stand proudly above all others!"

These words were spoken with great passion and enthusiasm, drawing a chorus of agreement from those around him. Jiang Wang, however, merely smiled slightly, his gaze remaining fixed on the horizon, as if searching for something even more distant.

Meanwhile, on his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, Tang Sanzang's situation became increasingly difficult.

The scorching sun beat down on the desolate mountain path. The white dragon horse carried Tang Sanzang, its steps faltering, the sound of its hooves echoing among the gravel, sounding particularly heavy.

Tang Sanzang was so thin he was almost unrecognizable; his monk's robe hung loosely on his body, as if he were wearing a tattered sack.

His cheeks were sunken, but his eyes remained clear, revealing a mixture of stubbornness and compassion.

For a month, he had lost contact with his three disciples and could only rely on wild fruits that the white dragon horse had found to fill his stomach. He would cherish any handful of water he occasionally obtained.

He lowered his head and stroked the white dragon horse's mane, whispering, "Little White Dragon, do you think Wukong and the others... are they alright?"

The white dragon horse neighed softly, as if trying to comfort, but it couldn't hide the worry in its eyes.

Tang Sanzang looked up at the desolate mountains in the distance. The mountains were rugged with rocks and sparse vegetation, and the world was deathly silent.

He felt a vague unease, sensing that this journey to the west would be far more dangerous than any he had ever faced before.

After the tribulation, his cultivation was wiped out, and his physical body became as fragile as an ordinary person's, unable to even perform the simplest fasting technique.

He recalled Sun Wukong's unruly face, Zhu Bajie's lazy yet honest smile, and Sha Wujing's silent yet reliable figure, and felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

He didn't know why his disciples hadn't returned, nor whether they had met with misfortune. He could only wait day after day, praying for Buddha's protection.

Meanwhile, in the Dark Abyss of Beiju Luzhou, by the Weak Water River, Sha Wujing sat cross-legged, his aura calm and steady, with faint water vapor surrounding him.

The river before him was as black as ink, its surface shimmering strangely, as if countless vengeful spirits were churning beneath its surface.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood in mid-air, a willow branch swaying gently in her hand, scattering specks of clear light, attempting to dispel the gloomy atmosphere.

Her gaze swept across the Weak Water, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Where are Sha Wujing and Zhu Bajie? The journey to the West cannot be delayed. Why are you two still lingering here?"

Sha Wujing slowly opened his eyes, a hint of helplessness flashing in them. He cupped his hands and said, "Reporting to the Bodhisattva, Bajie... does not want to rejoin the team."

He paused, as if considering his words, and continued, "After he untied the Immortal Binding Rope, he hid in the Weak Water, saying that he had had enough of being bound and did not want to be driven by the Bodhisattva anymore."

Sha Wujing's voice was low and weary, clearly indicating that he had tried to persuade Bajie many times in recent days, but to no avail.

Upon hearing this, Guanyin frowned slightly and turned her gaze to the depths of the Weak Water.

The river surface was calm, yet it subtly exuded an air of resistance.

With a flick of her fingers, a willow leaf drifted down from the branch, transforming into a soft glow that slowly sank into the Weak Water.

A moment later, ripples appeared on the river, and a beautifully sculpted child emerged from the water, with a faint resemblance to Pigsy in his features. He held a rag doll in his hands and timidly called out, "Daddy... Daddy, where are you?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of sobbing, sending a shiver down one's spine.

Underwater, Pigsy was perched on the riverbed, his plump body curled up in the silt, surrounded by the cold, damp aura of the Weak Water, which gave him a sense of peace.

He was already tired of the struggles and scheming on the journey to the West, and only wanted to escape everything in this secluded Weak Water.

However, the child's cry was like a sharp blade, piercing the softest part of his heart.

His mind drifted back to the days in Gao Lao Zhuang, his wife's gentle smile, his unborn child... He suddenly opened his eyes, a struggle flashing in them, and finally gritted his teeth, bursting out of the water.

"Son!"

Bajie rushed ashore, his wet robes clinging to his body, making him look utterly disheveled.

He reached out to hug the child, but the child's figure flickered and turned into a willow leaf, floating back into Guanyin's hand.

Bajie stood there stunned, his anger growing stronger. Just as he was about to speak, Guanyin gave a soft shout, flipped her wrist, and a golden light flashed. A binding headband appeared out of thin air and was firmly placed on Bajie's head.

Immediately afterward, she silently chanted a spell, and Pigsy immediately clutched his head and screamed in agony. His fat body rolled on the ground, covered in mud and water, looking utterly miserable.

"Bodhisattva! Why are you toying with me, this old pig, like this!"

Bajie roared, his eyes filled with resentment.

He had already decided to return to his unit because he missed his son, but Guanyin's methods made him feel utterly humiliated.

The excruciating pain from the restraints felt like a thousand needles piercing his brain, but he gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up, and leaped into the Weak Water once more.

The corrosive power of the weak water was extremely strong. The binding ring on his head made a sizzling sound and vanished in an instant.

Bajie sank to the bottom of the river, closed his eyes, and no matter how Guanyin and Sha Wujing called out to him, there was no response.

Guanyin stood by the river, expressionless, the willow branch in her hand trembling slightly.

She knew that Bajie was stubborn and that once they had broken off all ties, it would be difficult for him to change his mind in a short time.

She turned to look at Sha Wujing and said in a deep voice, "You go back to Tang Sanzang's side first and protect him."

"I have a way to deal with Wukong and Bajie."

Sha Wujing bowed his head in agreement, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

He stood up, transformed into a streak of light, and headed towards the direction where Tang Sanzang was.

Guanyin then turned and flew towards the Heavenly Court, a bold plan forming in her mind—perhaps, through a "marriage"...
It can make Pigsy change his mind and return to the journey to the West.

Meanwhile, chaos was quietly brewing within the human court.

When news of the destruction of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom in Beiju Luzhou reached Shouyang Mountain, Fuxi sat upright before the Eight Trigrams Furnace, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Shennong and Suirenshi sat on his left and right, respectively, in a solemn atmosphere.

The high priest, who had just returned from Chang'an, knelt in the hall and said in a sorrowful tone: "Your Majesty, the Tang King is a foolish and incompetent ruler who is obsessed with women and refuses to see me. He even has his concubine speak on his behalf, saying that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are a thing of the past and there is no need for him to interfere."

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Fuxi's eyes, and he slowly said, "The fox demon is indeed causing trouble, just as I expected."

With a light tap of his fingertip, flames rose from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, casting a blurry image, as if a bewitching figure was whispering beside the Tang King.

Shennong snorted coldly: "This demon may have been sent by Nuwa to bring chaos to the human race's fortune."

The Emperor of Tang is unfit for important positions; it is advisable to depose him.

Suirenshi shook his head: "It is easy to depose someone, but difficult to find a wise man."

Although the human race is blessed with good fortune, it needs a wise ruler to guide it.

"The Eastern Continent has recently shown signs of extraordinary activity; perhaps a great sage is about to emerge."

The high priest hurriedly said, "Under the rule of Li Bai, Guo Ziyi, Du Fu and others, the foreign tribes of Dongsheng Divine Continent have been eliminated and the internal strife has been quelled."

Du Fu, in particular, thanks to the spiritual seed given to him by Jiang Wang, greatly increased the grain production of Aolai Kingdom, bringing peace and prosperity to its people. He has been revered as a saint and ascended the throne. (End of Chapter)