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

Far beyond the heavens, the thunderstorm at Zixiao Palace was like a raging storm in Hongjun's heart.

He stood up, and the chaotic energy beneath the futon surged, causing the palace to shake.

When the purple light swept across the three realms, it first explored the human realm: in the Eastern Continent, the aftermath of Sun Wukong's havoc in the Heavenly Palace was still lingering, and demons roamed freely, but there were no signs of a great calamity; then it explored the Heavenly Realm: Haotian sat firmly on the throne, and the celestial officials were busy; in the Netherworld: Yama judged cases as usual.

But that sense of crisis, like a thorn in my side, lurked in the void.

Hongjun sat back on the futon and began to calculate with his fingers. The secrets of heaven were like a tangled mess: "The Journey to the West was delayed for a great eon, originally to give the Three Realms a breather, but who knew that this unexpected change would occur."

Jiang Wang? Or something even more ancient?

He became wary, and the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning surrounded the palace, forming a barrier.

In the silence of Lingjiu Peak, the process of the arrow absorbing holy blood was like a bizarre feast.

Blood droplets rolled down the arrow shaft and seeped in instantly, causing the arrow to pulsate with silver light, and the runes to move like live fish.

When the mysterious consciousness awakened, it was first confused for a moment, then overjoyed: "Life... is so abundant! This world is not a primitive wasteland, but a land of new life."

It recalled the void before its slumber, in that endless darkness, it was the guardian of the arrow spirit, sealed within an innate treasure, awaiting its destiny.

As the suction force was released, Zhunti's corpse withered like autumn leaves, his flesh and bones turning into specks of light that surged into the arrow.

Energy flows like rivers, nourishing consciousness: "The source of sages, mending my great deficiency!"

The arrow hummed, its silver light shooting into the sky, and the clouds and mist on the mountaintop dispersed, revealing a sliver of void.

When Ran Deng climbed the peak, his steps were as steady as a rock, but he gradually became confused by greed.

He devoted his life to arduous cultivation and became one of the ancient Buddhas; his heart should have been as still as water.

The secret of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss weighed heavily on him, making him eager to report it; yet the allure of the innate treasure was like honey, making him hesitate.

A gust of wind rose atop the mountain, and upon seeing the silver arrow, his eyes gleamed with intense greed: "This arrow is so powerful that it could kill two saints as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs! If I obtain it, my path will be perfected, and what fear will I have of a great calamity?"

The moment I reached out, the touch was as cold as frost.

The sound entered the brain like an ancient incantation: "Greed, born of desire, perishes in the body."

"What virtue or ability do you possess to covet my body?"

The primordial spirit of the lamp trembled, and the sea of ​​consciousness raged like a storm.

He conjured a golden Buddha image and shouted, "How dare you! I am Dipankara Buddha, who has guarded the West for countless years. What are you?"

A phantom appeared, blurry like an ancient person in smoke, its voice like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts: "I am your reflection in the mirror."

Those who are greedy will devour their own hearts.

Possession is swift as lightning, and consciousness entwines the primordial spirit like vines.

The lamp flickers and struggles, recalling the past: lighting the lamp, burning the lamp, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless; now, greedy for a single arrow, it has become utterly annihilated.

A silver light entered his eyes, and his body went limp. His mysterious consciousness took control of everything: "Good...this body is full of Buddhist power, just right for my use."

The figure of the Burning Lamp stood up, his gaze fixed on the sky: "The Three Realms... Interesting."

"Next, Hongjun?"

In the hidden realm, Jiang Wang's curse was like a silent storm.

As the pages turned and the name of the Guide faded into ashes, he felt the Holy Body weaken, yet a sense of pleasure arose within him: "A hundred curses could not destroy the Holy One, but his foundation has been shaken!"

Upon consuming the elixir, a warm current surged forth, and divine power surged like a tide.

He cursed Nuwa, but the serpent-tailed saint's essence was tenacious. The pages of the book flickered like starlight, and each time it was extinguished, it generated a trace of resistance.

Jiang Wang sneered: "Resist? I have plenty of time."

Nuwa's name was extinguished, and the system exclaimed joyfully: "Mission complete! Stone tablets x2!"

Jiang Wang put it away and checked his luck: "202 tickets... It hurts to draw a lottery ticket, but it's worth it!"

Amidst the golden light of the blind box, his experience surged like an avalanche. With over 3 million, he was filled with boundless pride: "Synthesize the Heaven-Opening Axe? Hmph, it's only a matter of time!"

The system teased him, he rebuked it angrily, and his laughter echoed throughout the hidden realm.

With the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd in hand, Jiang Wang tore through the void, reaching the obscured sky.

The gourd was offered up, the black hole swallowed the pure air, and the sky was rolled up like a silk quilt.

The eighth heaven wailed, and space shattered.

Haotian heard the bell and his face turned ashen: "Jiang Wang! How can you allow me to devour the foundation of the Heavenly Realm?"

As Yuanshi Tianzun rushed towards Yuxu, a golden light, like a sword, slashed through the void.

Within the majestic palaces of Zixiao Palace, primordial chaos swirls like a veil, and ancient Daoist rhymes echo endlessly.

On the majestic face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, his brows were furrowed. He suddenly stood up, and the shadow of Pangu's axe appeared around him, while the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron hummed.

"Master, this boy Jiang Wang has already devoured the Void and surpassed the Heavenly Realm, his arrogance is boundless! This disciple is willing to personally go to the Taiji Mengyi Heaven to behead him and uphold the Heavenly Way!"

His voice boomed like thunder, carrying the awe-inspiring righteousness of one of the Four Saints.

Hongjun Daozu sat upright on the futon, his deep, abyss-like eyes flashing slightly. The Creation Jade Disc floated in front of his knees, radiating the dazzling light of countless laws.

He nodded slightly, about to speak, when the Haotian Emperor appeared outside the hall, his imperial robes fluttering and the illusory image of the Chaos Bell swaying in his hand.

"Dao Ancestor, this humble Daoist is willing to go with Senior Brother Yuanshi and make that demon splatter blood five steps away!"

Haotian's voice was firm and resounding, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.

Just then, a strange black light, like a venomous snake, emerged from the void rift and pierced straight for the brow of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

That black light was not ordinary sword energy, but a curse law so dense it could not be dissolved, carrying a chilling intent that could devour all things.

Yuan Shi's expression changed drastically. The primordial power within his body, which had been surging like a river, suddenly reversed course, erupting violently like a volcanic eruption! "Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the chest of the Primordial Celestial Venerable exploded, and blood bloomed like fireworks. The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron let out a mournful cry and fell to the dust.

His body, corroded by the curse, instantly disintegrated into ashes, leaving only a wisp of his soul to flee back into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Emperor Haotian was horrified at the sight. Before he could react, the black light had already followed him like a shadow and wrapped around his imperial robe.

Haotian hurriedly summoned the Chaos Bell, its sound shaking the heavens in an attempt to dispel the curse. However, cracks appeared on the bell's surface, and the imperial power within it poured out like a flood.

"Damn it! What a vicious tactic!"

Haotian roared and barely tore open a spatial rift, escaping back to the Nine Turns of the Yellow Springs in Yaochi. The spring water boiled, barely suppressing the violent curse power.

His face was as pale as paper, his imperial crown was askew, and the once majestic Emperor Haotian was now as wretched as a stray dog.

All of this originated from Jiang Wang, who was far away in the human realm.

He sat cross-legged in the void of the Hidden Realm, surrounded by the illusory images of the Three Pure Ones. The Book of Curses in his hand was open, and the blood-red characters on the black pages writhed like living things.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Jiang Wang's lips, and his eyes gleamed with ambition on his handsome yet somewhat eerie face.

“Yuanshi, Haotian, you self-proclaimed lackeys of the Heavenly Way are nothing more than this.”

The Three Pure Ones, in their avatars, afflicted by a curse—taste the pleasure of devouring souls!

The initial three clones were the manifestations of his One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones divine power.

The first avatar, wielding a book of curses, locked onto Yuanshi Tianzun, infusing it with layers of cursed laws. The words "Soul Annihilation of Yuanshi" appeared on the pages of the book.

The forbidden text instantly unleashed its primordial power. The second clone targeted Haotian; with each turn of the pages, "The Emperor Falls to the Yellow Springs."

The handwriting was branded on his body like a ghost, forcing Haotian to flee in a sorry state.

The third avatar's gaze fell upon the core of Zixiao Palace—Hongjun Daozu. The Book of Curses trembled, attempting to unleash the "Collapse of the Heavenly Dao."

The incantation strikes directly at its source.

However, after only three breaths, the third clone exhausted its divine power, and its illusory image flickered and dissipated.

The black light on the Book of Curses receded like a tide. Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun remained motionless, his aged yet eternal face showing not even a ripple of emotion.

He gently stroked the Jade Disc of Creation and said calmly, "Just a little trick."

This young man may have some skill, but he is arrogant and ignorant of his own limitations.

Hongjun's ability to resist curses originates from the source of the Heavenly Dao. The mere power of the Three Pure Ones' avatars is like an ant trying to shake a tree.

In the hidden realm of the human world, Jiang Wang frowned slightly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I was just one step away from touching the old Taoist's essence."

"Hongjun, your body, that of a Dao Ancestor, is indeed indestructible."

He muttered to himself, the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd hovering beside him, its mouth swallowing and spitting out the remaining chaos of the Void Beyond the Heavens, already fully loaded.

Just as he was about to recall his clone and find another way, the system's cold notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Host, your thinking is limited.]

Note: The "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" supernatural power can be stacked with the casting realm.

Currently, with ten layers of spellcasting, it can summon thirty clones.

Synergistic curses, with their stacking effects, can break Hongjun's resistance.

It is recommended to implement this immediately.

Jiang Wang's eyes lit up. This system, this auxiliary tool, always managed to enlighten him at crucial moments.

"Good! Tenfold spellcasting, one breath transforms into three pure ones!"

He let out a low shout, and his Dao energy surged. The illusory images of the Three Pure Ones overlapped like mirror images, and thirty figures separated from his body. Each clone held a book of curses, its black pages flipping. The laws of curses pressed down like dark clouds, rushing straight towards Zixiao Palace.

The two clones that had previously exhausted their divine power had already dissipated during the summoning, leaving only twenty-seven clones to attack simultaneously.

On the Book of Curses, crimson characters surged forth like a tidal wave: "The Heavenly Dao Collapses."

"Soul and spirit burned away"

"Reversal of the Laws"

...Layer upon layer, it transformed into a towering black wave, tearing through the void and striking Hongjun! Inside the Zixiao Palace, the remnant soul of Yuanshi Tianzun had been revived. His face was ashen as he knelt before Hongjun.

"Master! That Jiang Wang is full of tricks. I was just cursed and my body exploded. Senior Brother Haotian was also caught in the trap and escaped."

This child has countless clones, employing insidious and vicious methods; he may have already devoured the Taiji Obscuring Heaven!

Yuanshi's voice trembled slightly. The four sages had been repeatedly defeated by juniors. This humiliation was like a knife cutting into his heart.

Hongjun nodded slightly, about to tear open a spatial passage and personally go to the human realm to stop him.

Just as the passage was taking shape, an overwhelmingly dense curse law surged into the hall like a landslide and a tsunami! Hongjun's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, astonishment flashed in his eternal eyes.

"This is... twenty-seven layers of curses stacked together? What a Jiang Wang, he actually has such methods!"

He acted decisively, his body surging with the power of the Heavenly Dao, which reinforced the anti-curse law, instantly reducing the effect of the twenty-seven layers of curse by twenty percent.

Immediately afterwards, the Jade Disc of Creation flew out, and the three thousand Great Daos on the disc shone with golden light, once again reducing the remaining power of the curse by half.

The black light in the hall subsided slightly, and Hongjun coldly snorted: "A mere trick. As long as the Heavenly Dao endures, what is there to fear from a curse?"

However, he underestimated Jiang Wang's cunning. Although the twenty-seven layers of curses had been weakened, their residual strength was still eleven times that of the curses that Yuanshi had encountered before! The curses, like maggots clinging to bones, burrowed into Hongjun's body and directly attacked the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

His chaotic body trembled slightly, and the power of the Heavenly Dao within his body surged violently like a raging storm, with the sound of the law chains breaking incessantly.

Hongjun was forced to sit cross-legged on the futon, trying his best to suppress the reversing surge of power. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Damn it... This curse actually carries the intent to devour the heavens, attempting to erode the foundation of my Heavenly Dao!"

He gritted his teeth, the Jade Disc of Creation humming incessantly, but he could only barely stabilize the situation and had no time to stop Jiang Wang's plan to devour the heavens.

In the hazy, primordial realm of the human world, Jiang Wang laughed loudly, and the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd opened wide, its mouth transforming into a boundless black hole, devouring this hazy, nascent realm of chaos.

Chiming and Yangtian collapsed, and the vengeful souls of billions of living beings were sucked into the gourd, transforming into a torrent of fortune and merit.

While cursing Hongjun, Jiang Wang's clones also protected his main body. Twenty-seven figures surrounded him, and the name on the Book of Curses—Hongjun—had already dimmed like a flickering candle.

"It's done! The old Taoist's name has dimmed by seventy percent; all that's needed is to add the final touch!"

Jiang Wang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and all twenty-seven clones poured in their last bit of divine power. The Book of Curses trembled, and the blood-red characters slashed down like sharp blades.

However, just as Hongjun's name was about to be completely extinguished, a golden light burst out from Zixiao Palace. It was the power of the Heavenly Dao's backlash that rebounded the last wave of curses! The twenty-seven clones exhausted their divine power, and their phantoms dissipated like smoke. Jiang Wang groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"In the end, it was just a hair's breadth short... Hongjun, you old fox, you really did have a backup plan."

Jiang Wang wiped away the bloodstains, and instead of feeling defeated, his eyes ignited an even stronger fighting spirit.

He retrieved the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd, its body bulging, now filled with the essence of the Taiji Mengyi Heaven, the Chiming Heaven, the Yang Heaven, and the previously untouched Void Yueheng Heaven—all four chaotic heavens were now within his grasp.

With a thought, Jiang Wang placed the gourd deep within the Hidden Realm, where space and time were distorted, and the Hidden Realm was like an independent miniature world, isolated from the secrets of heaven.

In the hidden realm, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged in the void, and the system notification sounded in his mind once again.

[Host, you have successfully devoured the heavens. Your luck has increased by 152 units, and your merits by countless.]

Recommendation: Use the residual divine power of the clone to adjust the flow of time in the hidden realm and improve recovery efficiency.

At the same time, use your luck to exchange for Great Dao merits and upgrade your multiple spellcasting talents.

Jiang Wang nodded. Although the twenty-seven clones dissipated, their residual divine power flowed like a trickle into the core of the hidden realm.

Time seemed to accelerate; a day in the outside world was equivalent to a year in the hidden realm! He took a deep breath and retrieved the Book of Curses. Although Hongjun's name on the pages was dim, it was not extinguished. The lingering backlash caused him a dull ache.

"With the protection of my divine power, time is accelerated... Good, this realm can become my secluded cultivation sanctuary."

Jiang Wang murmured, a sly glint in his eyes.

Immediately, a thought crossed his mind, and the system interface appeared: [Luck Exchange: 152 units of luck can be exchanged for 11 Yuan of Great Dao Merit.]

Confirm upgrade to the Multicast talent? From level 10 to level 11.

】"confirm!"

Jiang Wang let out a low shout, and the eleven Yuan Dao merits flowed into his brow like molten gold. His One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones divine power instantly transformed, and the illusory images of the Three Pure Ones around him became more solid, increasing the power of his spellcasting by thirty percent! In the hidden realm, Dao energy surged, and Jiang Wang laughed loudly: "Hongjun, your Heavenly Dao power has damaged its origin, and the seal on the human realm has not been broken. You can only lie dormant in Zixiao, waiting for me to gradually devour all the heavens! When my talent rises again, and all thirty-three avatars emerge, that will be your end!"

His voice echoed in the accelerating river of time, his ambition burning like an inextinguishable flame.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's face was ashen. The power of the Heavenly Dao within him had finally subsided, but a hidden ailment remained.

The Demon Ancestor Rahu, who had been suppressed for countless ages, suddenly let out a maniacal laugh from the depths of chaos: "Hahaha! Hongjun, you've finally met your match! The Heavenly Dao is damaged, how could I possibly miss this opportunity!"

Rahu's demonic shadow struggled like a black dragon, trying to break free from its seal. Its demonic energy surged, shaking the palace.

Hongjun snorted coldly, and the Jade Disc of Creation pressed down, its golden light like shackles, firmly suppressing Luo Hou. (End of Chapter)