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

Bodhi Patriarch was the first to shout, his dignified and aloof demeanor from his hermitage on Flower Fruit Mountain now transformed into awe-inspiring righteousness.

Outside the Great Thunder Temple, gray fog churned.

Randeng sat upright on the lotus platform, sensing the approaching auras of the six paths, and sneered: "Three Corpse Avatars? Overestimating yourself."

He sat in meditation for three breaths, and the laws of destruction within his body surged like a black tide.

Six clones arrived in an instant, forming a circle. Bodhi Patriarch shouted, "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

The Six-Syllable Mantra Formation suddenly took shape, with golden light like a net and the sound of chanting resounding through the heavens, sealing off the void for tens of thousands of miles around.

The Buddha's light in the formation pressed down like a mountain, determined to suppress all evil spirits.

Randeng opened his eyes, a flash of silver light in them, and said disdainfully, "Half a breath is enough."

He stood up and took a step, and silver light burst forth from his palm.

That silver light was no ordinary magic weapon; it was an unparalleled killing intent formed from the laws of destruction, instantly tearing apart the great formation! The golden net shattered like paper, and the chanting abruptly ceased.

The six clones coughed up blood and staggered backward. Patriarch Bodhi barely managed to steady himself: "You... you have indeed been possessed by a demon!"

Ran Deng laughed loudly: "What's the use of exposing them? You are nothing but ants!"

He swayed and went straight for the benevolent corpse, striking out with a palm. The destructive power was like a black hole swallowing it up, and the benevolent corpse's golden body collapsed and turned into ashes.

The remaining five clones, fearless of death, rushed forward to block them.

The evil corpse of Zhunti summoned the Seven Treasures Tree, its branches and leaves lashing out like whips; the middle corpse of Jieyin opened its twelve-petaled lotus platform, its body protected by Buddha's light.

He ignored the combustible lamp, grabbed at the air, and unleashed the innate treasure, the "Arrow of Annihilation."

It condensed from the palm of your hand.

The arrow was not a physical object, but a manifestation of the law of destruction. It shot out like a meteor, piercing through the five corpses in an instant! Before his death, Patriarch Bodhi roared, "Master, come quickly!"

The five golden rays dissipated, and blood rained down outside Mount Ling.

Ignoring the pursuers behind him, Ran Deng teleported away and headed straight for the foot of Mount Ling.

At this time, Guanyin had already arrived at Yuzhen Temple with her master and disciples.

The ancient temple was desolate, and the sound of ghosts wailing could be heard in the wind.

Tang Sanzang dismounted, his forehead beaded with cold sweat: "Bodhisattva, this place is filled with eerie yin energy, and this humble monk is filled with unease..."

Before the words were finished, a silver light descended, and Ran Deng appeared, his aura of destruction sweeping like a storm.

Guanyin exclaimed with delight, "Ancient Buddha, why have you come in person?"

The remnant soul fragments of Bodhi Patriarch pursued him, transforming into a phantom, and roared: "Guanyin, do not believe him! This is not Dipankara, but an extraterrestrial demon! He intends to use the Dharma Master to ascend the mountain, inciting immeasurable eons to destroy the Three Realms!"

Guanyin was shocked upon hearing this, her face turning deathly pale: "Impossible! The ancient Buddha is from our Buddhist sect..."

She instinctively reached out to grab Tang Sanzang and escort him away, but saw Randeng sneer and point a finger out.

A silver light flashed like a sword, shattering Guanyin's golden body. Only a wisp of her spirit remained, drifting away in terror, crying out, "Ancient Buddha...you..."

"Noisy!"

With a swift movement, Ran Deng scooped up the old turtle carrying the master and his apprentice.

The old turtle was originally the river god in human form, and now it cried out incessantly.

Tang Sanzang cried out in alarm, "Benefactor, release my master and his disciples!"

Wukong roared and slammed down with his golden cudgel, but was blasted away by the destructive force and coughed up blood.

Even with Pigsy and Sandy attacking together, wielding their pig-slaying knives and crescent-shaped shovels, they were like children throwing punches in front of the lamp.

Ran Deng laughed loudly: "You are nothing but props!"

He grabbed the old turtle and headed towards Mount Ling.

Behind him, the five avatars of the saints perished, but their remaining Buddhist power transformed into golden chains that entangled them, attempting to delay the inevitable.

The lamp could not endure it any longer, and the world-destroying arrow was unleashed once more, its silver light exploding and the golden chain breaking inch by inch.

All beings in the Three Realms suddenly felt a heaviness in their hearts, as if the oppression of death was pressing down on them like a mountain.

Above the East Sea, Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit tree swayed, and fruits fell to the ground: "Something has happened at Mount Ling! Go to its aid immediately!"

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors awoke from the depths of humanity, and the figures of Fuxi, Nuwa, and others appeared: "An immeasurable calamity is about to begin, and we must stop it!"

The most powerful beings of the primordial world mobilized, tearing through the void to arrive.

While climbing the mountain, Ran Deng calculated, "The Hongjun spatial passage requires ten breaths, one breath in the celestial realm, and a thousand breaths in the mortal realm."

By the time he arrived, countless lives had been reduced to ashes!

He led the old turtle and instantly climbed halfway up the mountain.

The four travelers had their magical powers suppressed, and Tang Sanzang pleaded desperately, "Benefactor, this humble monk is a pilgrim on a pilgrimage. What crime have I committed against you? Please spare our lives!"

Wukong's eyes widened in fury: "You monster! I, Old Sun, swear to kill you!"

Pigsy cried out, "Master, I, Old Pig, am afraid of dying..."

Sha Wujing remained silent, tears glistening in his eyes.

Finally, on the western peak of Lingshan Mountain, Lingyun Ferry appeared.

On the east bank of the ferry crossing, the river was as black as ink, and mist rose from it.

The west bank is the Western Heavenly Gate; crossing this river leads to the core of the sacred mountain.

Ran Deng stopped, grabbed the old turtle, and grinned maliciously: "Tang Sanzang, let's go up the mountain! Activate the Immeasurable Calamity!"

With one step, he seemed to shatter the very foundation of the Three Realms.

The void shattered, calamity clouds rolled in, and the aura of death engulfed everything like a tidal wave.

Hongjun roared in the passage: "Too late!"

When the powerful beings of the Three Realms arrived, they saw a great silver light shining brightly at the ferry crossing.

Tang Sanzang closed his eyes in despair, and Wukong's staff fell to the ground.

All living beings were filled with despair—annihilation was imminent.

The chaotic energy of Zixiao Palace, like silk threads, swirled around the golden bodies of the two saints.

The twelve-petaled lotus platform for receiving the believers trembled slightly, each petal seemingly carrying the prayers of millions of believers. But now, those prayers were like candlelight in the wind, flickering and about to go out.

He opened his eyes, his gaze filled with an unusual panic: "Junior brother, the Buddhist fortune is like a river bursting its banks, its source pointing directly to Mount Ling! Could it really be that Jiang Wang, leading the demons of the East to attack the gate? If Mount Ling falls, what will become of the pilgrimage? Will the Buddha's teachings in the Three Realms vanish?"

The branches and leaves of Zhunti's Seven Treasures Tree drooped, and its precious light dimmed.

He suppressed his palpitations, made calculations with his fingers, and the Xuanhuang Merit Threads flew out from his fingertips, transforming into a Heavenly Secret Compass.

But the compass was swallowed up by an invisible black aura the moment it took shape. Zhunti groaned, and golden blood seeped from his seven orifices: "It's not Jiang Wang... the danger is even deeper! Within Mount Ling, there are demonic shadows looming!"

The two saints exchanged a glance, knowing the situation was urgent, but they did not expect that the demonic shadow had already quietly taken up residence on the lotus platform.

Deep within Hongjun's Zixiao Palace, all remains eternally silent.

But today, that eternal tranquility has been shattered by a crack.

The Daoist Ancestor's robes fluttered without wind, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his usually calm face.

The sense of impending crisis pierced his heart like a thousand swords, prompting him to revisit the chaotic war that began at the dawn of time.

"How could the balance of the three realms be so suddenly broken?"

His gaze was like the eye of Heaven, piercing through layers of void and landing directly on Mount Ling.

There, the golden light of the lotus platform had turned gray and black, and the lamp sat cross-legged on it, surrounded by gray mist.

The law of destruction was as thick as ink, permeating every inch of space. Its comprehension was so profound that it made Hongjun wary.

"Eighty percent complete... What virtue or ability does this child possess? Even a sage of the Heavenly Dao would find it difficult to match!"

But he immediately shook his head, saying that the signs of a human revival were more urgent, for that was the very foundation of the Three Realms.

With a shift in focus, the source of the crisis remains shrouded in mystery.

On the lotus platform, within the body of the Burning Lamp, the will of the extraterrestrial demon coiled like a venomous snake.

He sensed the Dao Ancestor's gaze, which was like piercing needles, but it only aroused a more maniacal laugh.

"Hongjun, though your gaze pierces through the Three Realms, you cannot see my ambition! I have already grasped eighty percent of the Great Dao of Destruction; I only await the devouring of this realm to forge the golden body of a supreme being!"

His plan was like a spider web: the pilgrim went to Mount Ling to obtain the scriptures, but failed, which would be the key to a great calamity.

When an immeasurable eon occurs, the cycle of birth and death in the three realms will become nourishment for his Great Dao.

Fingers tap the lotus platform, the rhythm like a heartbeat; the lamp is lit, eyes closed, waiting for the prey to come.

Hongjun's deductions were like a violent storm, scattering fragments of heavenly secrets in the void.

His brow furrowed, then a sudden realization dawned on him: "The journey to the West... is the right one!"

As your gaze shifts, the journey to the West unfolds like a scroll painting.

Guanyin, dressed in flowing white robes, led her master and disciples westward; beneath that compassionate face lay ignorance.

Hongjun was furious: "Foolish! Tang Sanzang went to Mount Ling, how could the immeasurable eon be allowed to begin? The beings of the Three Realms have cultivated for billions of years, and all of that will be destroyed in an instant!" His beard and hair stood on end, and the void trembled.

Dust swirled along the ancient road to the west.

The white dragon horse walked heavily, and Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and chanted softly, but his mind was in turmoil.

Lately, I've been dreaming of towering seas of blood and collapsing sacred mountains.

He swallowed his bitterness and said, "Bodhisattva, this humble monk senses that the heavens are about to change, and this journey may not be the best course of action."

The journey to the West is fraught with peril, yet Mount Sumeru remains unconquered. Is Mount Sumeru truly the end? We implore the Bodhisattva to reconsider!

His voice trembled, and his eyes were full of pleading.

Guanyin stopped, turned around and smiled. That smile should have been comforting, but today it sent chills down Wukong's spine.

"It's the monk's inner demons at work."

The ancient Buddha, Dipankara, personally transmitted the Buddha's teachings, saying that there is a karmic connection to Buddhism on Vulture Peak awaiting a Dharma Master, and that one should go there quickly for good fortune.

How could this humble monk mislead you?

With a gentle wave of her hand, she lifted up a line of auspicious clouds and continued onward.

Sun Wukong scanned the area with his fiery eyes and gripped his staff tightly: "Bodhisattva, I, Old Sun, have heard that something is amiss at Mount Ling! Why would that old man Ran Deng suddenly summon our master? The journey to the West was originally a long and arduous one, but it has changed course halfway through. There must be some evil spirits at play!"

Upon hearing this, Pigsy shook his wine gourd, spilling wine onto the ground: "Brother Monkey, I think so too! That decree tastes off, like it's been drugged."

"Bodhisattva, please reconsider?"

Sha Wujing whispered, "Brothers, don't speak recklessly."

But... even Sha Wujing felt a chill in the air.

The white dragon horse neighed loudly, as if in agreement.

Guanyin frowned, her voice turning cold: "Stop this nonsense! The ancient Buddha's decree is the way of Heaven, and it is difficult to disobey."

Move quickly! "

Although the master and disciple had many doubts, they were powerless to resist and had no choice but to follow.

Wukong secretly formed the Fiery Eyes Technique, attempting to glimpse the secrets of heaven, but saw only a gray void with hidden killing intent.

Hongjun "heard it"

These words were like a sudden awakening.

In the video, the gray smoke from the lamp overlaps with his conversation.

"An extraterrestrial demon! It has possessed my body and intends to destroy this realm!"

Dao Ancestor roared, his voice booming like thunder: "Jieyin, Zhunti, quickly release your three corpses and seal off Mount Ling! I will open a passage and arrive in ten breaths—delay is the key to survival!"

The void split open, and six golden rays shone forth as the sage's avatar fell westward like a shooting star.

The Great Thunderclap Temple, the chanting of Buddhist hymns has ceased, and the gray mist roars like a beast.

The six clones descended, the Bodhi Patriarch with white hair and beard, exuding murderous intent: "Randeng, restore the purity of Buddhism!"

The six-syllable mantra array rises, golden light like a prison, Om Mani Padme Hum, each syllable like a mountain, pressing down on the lotus platform.

Ran Deng opened his eyes, a burst of silver light shooting out: "Ants!"

After sitting in meditation for three breaths, he stood up, and a silver light condensed in his palm, unleashing a destructive force like a tidal wave.

In the blink of an eye, the great formation shattered! The golden net collapsed, and the chanting ceased.

The virtuous corpse was the first to be struck; with a single palm strike, it was annihilated and turned to ashes.

Bodhi and the other five corpses rushed forward, and precious light appeared simultaneously. An arrow capable of destroying the world was unleashed, and silver light pierced through the five golden bodies, causing the corpses to perish and the Dao to vanish.

Blood stains Mount Ling, a lone demonic figure walks.

In front of Yuzhen Temple, the wind and clouds surged.

As Guanyin settled the master and his disciples, silver light descended.

The lamps are lit, and a gray fog envelops us.

The remnant soul of Bodhi arrives, revealing the truth.

Guanyin was shocked and tried to rescue the person, but severely injured him with a single finger, causing his primordial spirit to dissipate.

The old turtle cried out in anguish as it was captured and forced to climb the mountain.

The five corpses, their remaining strength entangled, were destroyed by the arrow through the golden chain.

The Three Realms were suppressed, and the Great Powers drove them away: Zhen Yuanzi fell, the Three Sovereigns awoke, and the void was torn apart.

Burning the lamp calculated the time: "A thousand breaths have passed, it is too late for Hongjun!"

Lingyun Ferry to the east, the river is shrouded in ink and mist.

He grabbed the old turtle, took a step—and disaster struck, despair arose.

The Three Realms trembled, Hongjun roared, the great power arrived, and silver flourished at the ferry.

Master and disciples were in despair; the calamity was near.

When Ran Deng captured the old turtle, the old turtle was originally the River God of the Heavenly River, with scales as hard as gold and iron. However, under the power of destruction, its scales were shattered, and blood dripped like rain.

Its mournful cries echoed through the mountains, like sobs: "Master...save..."

Tang Sanzang, with tears streaming down his face, clasped his hands together and said, "Benefactor, this humble monk does not know where I have offended you. Please spare my disciple!"

His voice, though weak, carried the unwavering resolve of a pilgrim on his journey to the West.

Wukong, now imprisoned, dropped his staff, which slammed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust: "Demon! Once I, Old Sun, am free, I will smash your dog head to pieces!"

Pigsy cried out, "Master, I don't want to die! This bald monk has gone mad!"

Sha Wujing, protecting his master, broke the shovel: "Brother, hold on!"

Ran Deng grinned maliciously: "Just a prop, be quiet!"

He moved like the wind, climbing steep, knife-cut paths, accompanied by gray mist and crumbling rocks.

Behind him, the three realms resonated, and all living beings trembled.

In the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, the Demon King growls; in the Southern Continent of Jambudvipa, the Human Emperor awakens in alarm; in the Western Continent of Niuhe, ghosts wail and wolves howl.

At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi saw withered leaves falling from the fruit trees: "The Earth Book has been activated, and Mount Ling is destroyed!"

With a flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a rainbow and vanished.

Fuxi, deep within the human realm, turned the Eight Trigrams diagram: "A great calamity is about to begin; we must stop it!"

The stone Nuwa used to mend the sky shattered and transformed into colorful light as she rushed to the scene.

The lamp burns halfway up the mountain, and the power of the crumbling Buddha is like a chain binding his feet.

He sneered, the World-Destroying Arrow solidified, silver light exploded, the five chains broke, and the Buddha's ashes scattered.

The void cracked like a spider web, causing the three realms to tremble.

Inside the passage, Hongjun's hair and beard were disheveled, and ten breaths felt like an eternity: "Hurry...hurry!"

Golden light will appear.

Lingyun Ferry, the river flows backward, the fog is like a ghost.

A lamp stands on the east bank, its silver light reflecting on the river: "Take this step, and the Three Realms will perish!"

Tang Sanzang pleaded, "No..."

With a single step, silver light engulfed the sky, calamity clouds pressed down, and despair filled the air.

The great power arrived, and Zhen Yuanzi's staff fell, but he was a step too late.

Hongjun appeared and roared, "Stop!"

But the silver light had already entered the western shore, and the three realms trembled—crisis erupted.

On the east bank of Lingyun Ferry, mist swirls like dragons and snakes, and on the ancient stone steps of the ferry, Tang Sanzang and his disciples stand facing the thousand-year-old turtle.

Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly, Zhu Bajie's rake trembled slightly, Sha Wujing's staff was as steady as a rock, while Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, chanting scriptures, his eyes filled with compassion and determination.

The journey to obtain the scriptures should have begun here, crossing the river westward, enduring hardships, before finally attaining enlightenment.

But little did anyone know that this ordinary step would become the fuse that ignited the collapse of the Three Realms.

Suddenly, an invisible force descended silently, like a net covering the sky.

It was not a gale, nor thunder, but some deeper, colder pressure, as if the void itself was whispering an invitation to destruction.

The giant turtle's massive body trembled slightly at first, and then its entire shell seemed to be lifted up by a giant hand, slowly rising into the air.

The same was true for Tang Sanzang and his disciples; their bodies floated lightly off the ground, their robes fluttering in the wind, yet they had no strength to struggle.

Sun Wukong's eyes widened, his fiery pupils reflecting the source of that power—a figure flickering in and out of sight in a rift in the void far in the sky; it was none other than the ancient Buddha Dipankara. (End of Chapter)