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

The Guide Daoist smiled slightly, and the twelve-petaled lotus platform bloomed, transforming into a silver curse that backfired.

“Excellent, junior brother.”

Spells are born from inner demons. By harnessing the power of Western Paradise and integrating the sacred laws of Heaven, I may be able to comprehend an indestructible spell shield.

The two unleashed a torrent of spells, exchanging blows that distorted the void and caused cracks to appear on Mount Ling.

As Zhunti was fighting against Jieyin's silver curse with all his might, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, and an extremely cold curse slithered into his sea of ​​consciousness like a venomous snake.

"Who is this monster?!"

His divine eyes widened, and the aura of a saint swept across the four directions. But then he saw dark clouds covering the sky, and a gigantic rock, ten thousand feet tall, descended from nowhere! The rock was dusty and covered with strange runes, and it crashed down on Zhunti's crown.

"not good!"

Zhunti tried to dodge, but the power of the curse had locked space and time, causing the golden light around him to dissipate and the Seven Treasures Tree to tremble incessantly.

The boulder crashed down, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Zhunti Daoist—a Heavenly Dao Saint—was reduced to having his brains splattered like a mortal, his body limp on the ground! Jieyin Daoist's eyes widened in fury, and the light from his twelve-petaled lotus platform surged, protecting Zhunti's mangled body.

"Junior brother! Who? Who dares to commit such a heinous act on Mount Ling?!"

He bent down to examine it and saw a strange, gray object roll out beside Zhunti's corpse—a Chaotic Object! It exuded a primordial aura and faintly revealed the outline of a small world.

"This... Chaos Pearl? No, this thing seems to be related to the source of that curse."

There must be something fishy about my junior brother's death!

The Ling Mountain cried out in anguish, the Western followers were thrown into a panic, and the Heavenly Dao trembled. However, Jiang Wangyuan was far away in the Hidden Realm, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"The hundredth time, it's done!"

"Ding! The host has accumulated 100 curses against the Daoist Zhunti. The hidden quest 'Hunting the Sage' has been triggered! Rewards: One Mysterious Stone Tablet (Fragment 1/7), and one chance to draw experience points."

Quest Hint: Collect all seven mysterious stone tablets to obtain an extraordinary opportunity—the reshaping of chaos and the eternal life of a saint.

Jiang Wang was overjoyed.

Mysterious stone slab? Just from the name, you know it's extraordinary.

Collect all seven pieces, and the saint will live forever? Hmph, all the saints of Journey to the West, from Zhun to Qi, will become my stepping stones! "System, activate experience point lottery."

"Ding! Lottery in progress... Congratulations, host, you have gained 5000 million experience points!"

Small gains, but they add to the foundation.

Jiang Wang put away the stone slab and his gaze fell once again on the Book of Curses.

The pages are blank, but the blood-stained ink remains.

He dipped his brush in blood, and four large characters, brimming with murderous intent, leaped onto the paper: "The Guide Daoist!"

The cursed black tide surged once more, heading straight for Mount Ling.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sparkling like stars.

"Bald monk, come on."

"You're next!"

At the summit of Lingjiu Peak, amidst howling winds and surging clouds, stands a primordial, chaotic rock, radiating a faint, ethereal light, like a forgotten heart of the universe.

The Sage who guided the way wore a golden robe, his gaze as deep as an abyss. He stretched out his palm and slowly reached towards the strange stone.

The moment your fingertips touched the stone, the air seemed to freeze.

"Om-"

Within his body, a strange cursed power suddenly awakened like a dormant venomous dragon! Jieyin's pupils contracted sharply, his holy body was struck as if by lightning, and an invisible dark power surged wildly in his chest, tearing at his meridians and soul.

The curse, like countless black threads, entangled his golden body and corroded the foundation of his Dao.

He opened his mouth to shout, but only spat out a wisp of purplish-black blood mist.

"What kind of law is this?!"

The guide was greatly shaken. He was the leader of the Western religion, a saint who had survived countless eons, yet he felt an impending doom in this instant.

The power of the curse erupted like a tidal wave, cracks appeared on the surface of the holy body, the golden light dimmed, and the soul began to crack.

Just then, the sky tore open, and an arrow of light traversed the void! The arrow of light was as white as frost, containing terrifying laws of destruction. It tore through space, carrying the immense pressure of a primordial treasure, and shot straight towards Jieyin's brow.

The arrow moved with lightning speed, giving Jieyin no chance to dodge. He felt a chilling killing intent lock onto his soul.

"puff--"

The arrow pierced through the holy body! The guide's body collapsed like porcelain, his flesh and blood turned to dust, and his soul dissipated like smoke.

Before he died, he barely managed to look down and see the arrow clearly—a silver-white arrow with ancient runes carved on it, exuding the pure aura of a primordial treasure.

It was deeply embedded in the rock at the summit, its arrow tail still trembling, its remaining force causing the earth to crack.

"The Western religion...will rise to power through this stone and arrow..."

The obsession with guiding others flickered like the last flame before the soul perished.

He was unwilling to perish. Although his saintly body collapsed, his soul reassembled in the endless cycle of resurrection in the void, transforming into a phantom and disappearing into chaos.

But that arrow had already drunk the blood of the saint, leaving the mountaintop stained with blood.

Meanwhile, in the distant outer heavens, outside the Purple Cloud Palace, the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder suddenly erupted violently! Streaks of purple lightning tore through the void like angry dragons, the roar shaking the nine heavens, and the chaotic energy waves around the palace surged endlessly.

Inside the palace, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged on a futon, his hair and beard all white, his face as calm as an ancient well.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, his chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his eyes snapped open, filled with horror.

"Disaster...is imminent!"

Hongjun murmured, a sense of crisis surging in like a tide.

He felt an overwhelming sense of unease, as if the very foundation of the Three Realms was about to crumble at that moment.

The Journey to the West was originally designed to delay the immeasurable calamity, but now, this calamity seems to have arrived ahead of schedule! With a thought, his eyes shone with purple light, like two heavenly swords, sweeping across the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity.

Wherever the purple light reached, it encompassed mountains and rivers, heavenly palaces and the underworld, and the netherworld and ghost realms, leaving nothing untouched.

But the Three Realms were peaceful as usual, and all living beings lived in peace. There were only sporadic demonic winds and rains, which were far less than the faint aura of world destruction.

Hongjun frowned, withdrew the purple light, and murmured, "What kind of demon could possibly deceive my eyes? Has the Great Tribulation truly arrived ahead of schedule?"

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the thunder gradually subsided. Hongjun closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to deduce the secrets of heaven, but only felt a state of chaos.

The crisis was ever-present, and he knew that this calamity was no small matter; the three realms would likely be plunged into chaos and suffering.

A deathly silence returned to Lingjiu Peak.

At the summit, the silver-white arrow stood silently, its tip still dripping with the blood of a saint.

The blood seeped into the arrow as soon as it touched it, and strange runes appeared on the surface of the arrow, ancient and eerie, as if from an era before the primordial era.

As the runes moved, a long-dormant consciousness slowly awakened.

"Buzz..."

Consciousness, like a gentle stream, flows into the spirit of the arrow.

It opened its "eyes" and exclaimed, "Finally... I've awakened."

This new world, brimming with life, far surpasses the deathly silence of the endless void.

The mysterious consciousness greedily absorbed the power of the holy blood, and the saintly essence contained in the blood nourished the arrow like sweet dew.

It released an invisible suction force, and not far from the peak, Zhunti's corpse—which had long been cursed to death by Jiang Wang—suddenly withered and turned into pure energy, all of which flowed into the arrow.

The arrow shone brightly with silver light, and the runes swirled like a living dragon.

The mysterious consciousness chuckled: "The power of a saint...delicious."

The two Western saints were merely an appetizer.

It lies hidden in the arrow, waiting for its next prey.

At the foot of the peak, a figure was walking uphill.

That was the Dipankara Buddha, dressed in a yellow robe, with a withered face but deep eyes.

He called out, "Master? Junior Brother Zhunti?"

The sound echoed through the peaks, but no one answered. Ran Deng felt a sense of foreboding. Recalling the strange phenomenon of purple blood falling from the sky, and hearing the rumors of the Jade Emperor and the Four Sages being killed in turn by the mysterious Jiang Wang, he immediately deduced that the two were already dead and their souls extinguished! "The secret of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss… cannot be delayed any longer! We must hurry to the Purple Cloud Palace to report to Dao Ancestor Hongjun."

He murmured under the lamp, his steps hurried, and he turned to leave.

Suddenly, a powerful aura surged from the summit—a supreme innate treasure! The aura was pure and powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary spiritual treasures.

Ran Deng paused, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. He hesitated and said, "A supreme innate treasure... could it be an opportunity for the Western Sect? Let me take a look; it won't delay anything."

Greed is like a spark that can ignite a wildfire in an instant.

He turned and began to climb the mountain, his steps steady, but his heart pounding wildly.

At the summit, the silver-white arrow came into view, its light as white as frost and snow, runes appearing and disappearing, its imposing aura overwhelming.

Ran Deng's breathing quickened: "This arrow... must be the murder weapon that killed the two leaders! Jiang Wang's possession? Hmph, he has become an enemy of the Three Realms, what harm is there in taking it?"

He bent down and reached out, his palm touching the fletching of the arrow.

In that instant—"Buzz!"

An ancient voice echoed in his mind: "The greed of living beings is their inherent weakness."

"You wish to take my body?"

Ran Deng's expression changed drastically. His primordial spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow. He shouted fiercely, "What kind of demon are you? State your name!"

His primordial spirit solidified into a golden Buddha, protecting his sea of ​​consciousness.

But the sound surged in like a tide, and a phantom figure appeared deep within the sea of ​​consciousness—blurred and ancient, neither human nor inhuman, radiating the chill of the void.

"My name... is none of your concern."

From this day forward, I am you.

The figure chuckled softly, stretched out his palm, and grabbed at the primordial spirit of Burning Lamp.

The power of greed is like shackles, binding the mind and spirit of the burning lamp.

He struggled, saying, "Don't even think about it! I am an ancient Buddha, how could I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mysterious consciousness devoured him like a torrent, his primordial spirit cracked, and his memories and cultivation were completely plundered.

The lamp stood frozen atop the peak, its eyes gradually becoming vacant, before a strange silver light flashed across them.

A mysterious consciousness whispered: "A fine body... The greedy will surely bring about their own destruction."

It controlled the body of the lamp-bearer, a cold smile curling at the corner of its lips, its gaze sweeping across the Three Realms: "Who's next...?"

Meanwhile, deep within the hidden realm, a figure in black robes sat cross-legged in the void, surrounded by a swirling aura of curses.

That was Jiang Wang, whose handsome face concealed a chilling killing intent.

He turned the pages of the cursed book in his hand, and the name of the guide on the pages flashed a hundred times before vanishing into thin air.

"Ding! The host has cumulatively cursed and killed the Sage of Guidance 100 times, completing Hidden Quest Thirty-Five! Reward: One Mysterious Stone Tablet, one chance to draw experience points!"

The system voice sounded, and Jiang Wang's lips curled up slightly: "Heh, another one."

He noticed that the saint's resistance to the curse law was becoming increasingly stubborn, and his divine power was almost exhausted, so he took out a pill from his storage bag and swallowed it in one gulp.

The elixir, like fire, surged into the meridians, restoring divine power.

He continued turning the pages of the book, the power of the curse like a black tide, locking onto Nuwa.

The name of Nuwa flickered, dimmed, and reappeared on the pages of the book... until the hundredth time, when it disappeared completely! "Ding! The host has accumulated 100 curses against the Sage Nuwa, completing Hidden Quest Thirty-Six! Reward: One Mysterious Stone Tablet, one chance to draw experience points! Congratulations, host! With this, the five Sages Haotian, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti have all contributed to the Hidden Quest rewards!"

Jiang Wang let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "System, your reward... consecutive mysterious stone tablets? I don't lack magical treasures."

He checked the storage space and found five stone slabs lying quietly, simple and unadorned, yet containing profound mysteries of the Dao.

Despite his complaints, Jiang Wang knew this item was extraordinary, so he put it away for the time being.

"System, is there anything more advanced than the Ultimate Lottery?"

Jiang asked recklessly.

"Host, the Ultimate Lottery is already the highest level."

Want to go even higher? Accumulate more luck, hehe.

Jiang Wang rolled his eyes and checked the attribute table: Luck value 252, 50 were used up in the last ultimate lottery draw, and now there are 202 left.

He said with a pained expression, "It hurts... Fine, I'll just exchange it for the ultimate lottery!"

The system responded, and a lottery blind box appeared, gleaming with golden light.

"Consuming 50 units of Luck, activate the ultimate lottery!"

The blind box exploded, and experience points poured in like a waterfall: 2.563 million! Including the remaining amount, the total is 3.452 million.

Jiang Wang laughed loudly: "This feels like being a tycoon! I'm about to level up and go on a rampage!"

"Ding! Over 3 million experience points? Tsk tsk, still a long way from synthesizing the Heaven-Opening Axe. Keep it up, host!"

"Shut up!"

Jiang Wang roared angrily, but the system chuckled and disappeared.

He stopped cursing, got up, put away the gourd that the seventh heaven had swallowed, tore through the void, and headed straight for the heavenly realm.

The eighth heaven, the Taiji Misty Heaven, is shrouded in mist, its air as clear as gauze.

Jiang Wang appeared and summoned the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd: "Swallow!"

The gourd's mouth opened, and a black hole-like vortex swallowed and exhaled the clear air.

The sky trembled violently, space distorted, and layers of the sky were torn apart like paper, all of which were sucked into the gourd.

Jiang Wang laughed loudly: "Eighth level, trapped!"

In Heaven, the alarm bells at the Southern Heavenly Gate rang loudly! "Dong dong dong—"

The bell tolled like a death knell, shaking the heavens.

The Jade Emperor, who was reviewing celestial scriptures, changed color upon hearing this: "It's that Jiang Wang again! His devouring of the heavens continues?!"

He rose, his dragon robe fluttering, and hurried to the Jade Void Palace.

Inside the Jade Void Palace, the Primordial Celestial Venerable sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, with the Twelve Golden Immortals arranged on either side.

Haotian burst in, cupping his hands and saying, "Heavenly Venerable! Jiang Wang has devoured the eighth layer of heaven, bringing calamity to the celestial realm! We beg the Heavenly Venerable to intervene and stop his rampage!"

Yuanshi opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly: "Jiang Wang... cursed the Five Saints and the Seventh Heaven, this boy's ambition is boundless."

I will take action myself.

He rose, waved his whisk, and golden light shot into the sky, pointing directly at the shrouded heavens.

High in the sky, Jiang Wang was engrossed in devouring the heavens when he suddenly felt a holy might pressing down upon him.

The gourd trembled, and he sneered, "Yuanshi? Well done!"

War is imminent.

The collapse of Lingjiu Peak was not instantaneous, but rather like a tragic elegy, slow and mournful.

After the arrow pierced through the holy body of the guide, a blood flower bloomed between his brows, its petals unfolding layer by layer to reveal the sharpness of the silver arrow.

Then, his golden robe peeled off like withered leaves, revealing the Dao patterns on his holy body. Those patterns were originally the eternal and indestructible Western Paradise, but now they were shattered like a spider web.

The power of the curse raged within his body, black energy spewing from his seven orifices, corroding every inch of his soul.

As his consciousness dissipated, he recalled the hardships of establishing his religion in the West and enduring the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods; he recalled standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhunti, transforming into a twelve-petaled lotus platform to suppress Mount Ling.

A burning obsession, like a final flame: "The West...rises...the strange stone, the arrow...the opportunity of our religion..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his soul turned into purple smoke and entered the cycle of resurrection.

The cycle is like an endless reincarnation; though the sage is immortal, he weakens with each death.

Before the arrow's gleaming light had even dissipated, the rocks on the summit cracked, and rubble rained down.

The silver arrow trembled, as if savoring the essence of its prey. (End of Chapter)