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

"Master! What kind of sorcery is this?"

Sun Wukong roared and swung his staff in a wide arc, ready to smash it down, but an invisible force, like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly froze his movements.

Pigsy cried out, "Brother Monkey, my legs won't move! Has this ferry crossing become a demon?"

Sha Wujing whispered reassurances, "Don't panic, this power is not demonic, but the power of the Great Dao..."

Tang Sanzang's face turned pale, but he still forced himself to remain calm: "Disciples, this poor monk is guilty, probably due to karmic obstacles from my previous life."

Amitabha Buddha, may the Buddha protect us.

The figure of Ran Deng gradually became clear. He walked through the void, each step seemingly treading on the veins of the Three Realms.

His white beard fluttered, his robe billowed, and his once compassionate eyes now burned with a frenzied flame.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he were watching a meticulously crafted drama.

A faint ancient lamp flickered in his hand, its wick burning with a dark flame—not light, but a destructive light that devoured everything.

"Tang Sanzang, you who are on your pilgrimage should proceed cautiously, crossing the river westward, in accordance with the will of Heaven."

"What a pity! I'm in such a good mood today, I'll send you on your way—directly flying across the Lingyun Ferry! Hahaha, this violation of the rules will bring immeasurable calamity, and all living beings in the Three Realms will be reduced to ashes!"

His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed over the ferry crossing, each word carrying an invisible force that propelled the old turtle and his apprentice toward the west bank.

Seemingly leisurely, every step is actually like a blade cutting across the skin of a primordial wilderness.

In the heart of the lamp-burner, ecstasy surged like a tidal wave.

He had already glimpsed the threshold of the Great Dao of Destruction, lacking only this one opportunity—the failure of the pilgrimage, which would trigger a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, would be the beginning of immeasurable calamities.

At that time, he will be able to break through with the power of tribulation, control the Great Dao of Destruction, and achieve the position of Supreme Saint.

Those once high and mighty beings, those opponents who once regarded him as ants, will be reduced to ashes in the flames of calamity.

He had even begun to plan: first destroy the false emperor Haotian, then shatter Yuanshi's Pangu Axe, and finally, let Jieyin and Zhunti taste the bitterness of being abandoned by the Western Sect.

The thrill of revenge made him laugh out loud, as if he were a demon crawling out of hell.

Meanwhile, inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the sermon by Dao Ancestor Hongjun had long since ceased, and the powerful beings sat cross-legged, discussing the future of the primordial world.

The Jade Emperor sat high in the main seat, holding a jade scepter, his face ashen.

Suddenly, a divine light shone into the hall, revealing the scene of Lingyun Ferry: the lamp-burning lantern lifted the master and his disciples, heading straight for the west bank.

At that moment, the entire Zixiao Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Haotian's hand trembled, and the Ruyi scepter snapped open.

With a thud, he landed, staring blankly into the void, muttering, "It's over... the primordial world is over."

When the immeasurable calamity occurs, who can stop it? The Heavenly Court's million-year foundation will vanish like a bubble.

"What crime have I committed?"

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned, and his figure beneath the twelve-petaled golden lotus swayed slightly: "Brother Haotian, this calamity is no small matter."

That old bald monk, Randeng, has long harbored ulterior motives. Now, he is using the pilgrimage as bait to incite a backlash from the Heavenly Dao.

Of all living beings in the Three Realms, less than one in ten survived.

"Why don't we cross the primordial barrier and escape to the Chaos Sea? Though it's dangerous there, it's better than waiting to die here."

His voice, though low, was as loud as thunder.

Upon hearing this, the Guide Daoist's golden body trembled, and he clasped his hands together, saying, "Excellent! Excellent! I second that opinion."

"Junior Brother Zhunti, let us leave quickly, lest we be consumed by the flames of calamity."

Zhunti nodded vigorously, the Seven Treasures Tree already in his hand: "Exactly! This primordial wilderness is not a place that lasts forever."

Let's go!

Before the words were even finished, a group of powerful figures rushed out of Zixiao Palace like startled birds.

Haotian gritted his teeth and followed, while the Primordial Chaos Golden Cauldron hummed, protecting everyone.

Outside the palace, the void tore open, and they headed straight for the edge of the primordial world.

Little did they know, signs of immeasurable calamities had already appeared; countless cracks appeared in the sky, and black energy seeped out like ink.

Their escape was nothing more than a death throes.

In the outer heavens, the demon master Kunpeng was perched in the Northern Abyss, breathing in and out chaotic energy.

The Styx Ancestor stirred up karmic fire in the sea of ​​blood, while Kong Xuan was enveloped in five-colored divine light.

Suddenly, they sensed a change in Lingyun Ferry through their divine senses, and the three of them changed their expressions simultaneously.

Kunpeng sneered: "That madman Randeng has finally made his move."

Countless eons? Hmph, this ancestor won't play along with him!

With a flicker, he transformed into a black gust of wind, hurtling straight into the sky.

The Styx Ancestor grinned maliciously: "As long as the sea of ​​blood remains, the karma will not be extinguished, but how can the calamity fire be underestimated? Let's go!"

Kong Xuan's five-colored light shone brightly: "Retreat immediately!"

Numerous powerful beings surged toward the void rift like a tidal wave, and behind them, the sound of cracking could be faintly heard from the Three Realms.

They thought they had escaped quickly, but little did they know that calamity would follow them like a shadow, and the end of the wilderness would be their graveyard.

Ran Deng finally stepped onto the west bank of Lingyun Ferry, where the river water churned beneath his feet, the waves like blood.

He roared to the heavens, his voice shaking the nine heavens: "Hahahaha! The immeasurable calamity begins! Tang Sanzang, you pilgrim have violated the rules by flying across the chasm, enraging the Heavenly Dao and causing the Three Realms to collapse! I will use this calamity to control the Great Dao of Destruction and achieve the status of a supreme saint! Haotian, Yuanshi, you self-righteous fellows, wait to tremble at my feet!"

Amidst his maniacal laughter, a flame of revenge flickered in his eyes.

In his mind, he already pictured himself sitting high on the throne of destruction, manipulating the fates of all living beings.

The pleasure was addictive, like a poison, making him almost forget everything around him.

But at that moment, the powerful beings of the Three Realms, observing through their divine senses, were all taken aback.

On the east bank of Lingyun Ferry, Tang Sanzang and his disciples were still in the same spot! The giant turtle's massive body lay steadily on the ferry, and the four of them, though pale-faced, were unharmed.

Even more bizarrely, the void beside them distorted slightly, and a figure slowly appeared—Jiang Wang! He wore a green robe, had a yin-yang fish jade pendant hanging at his waist, held a glittering copper coin in his hand, and had a smug smile on his lips.

"Oh dear, everyone, don't panic."

Jiang arrived a step too late, and almost let that old bald monk succeed.

It turned out that at the very last moment when Ran Deng was about to succeed, Jiang Wang had been observing from within the spatial rift.

He was well-versed in the laws of space and had foreseen this calamity, yet he was in no hurry to act.

When the powerful beings of the Three Realms scattered in despair, Haotian became numb, Yuanshi fled, and Kunpeng and Styx panicked, he teleported out and used a spatial transfer to pull Tang Sanzang and his disciples, along with the old turtle, away from the invisible force.

With surgical precision, the fuse of disaster was severed.

The signs of immeasurable calamity abruptly ceased, the black crack in the sky slowly closed, and the cries of the beings in the three realms gradually weakened.

Jiang Wang patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder and laughed, "Monkey King, don't be in a hurry."

I am Jiang Wang, a Taoist priest, passing by this place. I'm just doing my part.

The great undertaking of obtaining the scriptures still depends on you to continue.

Sun Wukong scratched his head: "You've been hiding it well! Thanks."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands in gratitude and said, "Thank you for saving my life, benefactor."

Jiang Wang waved his hand, feigning modesty: "It's nothing."

But... sigh, you all owe me a favor, so please remember it.

Next time we get together, I'll cover the food!

His voice traveled through the space, reaching Zixiao Palace and Tianwaitian. Those powerful figures who were on the run were struck dumb upon hearing it.

Haotian stopped in his tracks, muttering, "Jiang Wang... he actually managed to resolve it?"

Yuan Shi's expression was complicated: "This kid is showing off again."

Kunpeng sneered: "Hmph, a fox borrowing the tiger's might!"

The laughter of Ran Deng abruptly stopped.

He remained oblivious to anything amiss, lost in his own joy, until Jiang Wang's voice pierced him like a needle: "Old bald monk, your show is over."

The target is gone, the calamity is over. Next, it's your turn.

Ran Deng suddenly turned his head, his divine sense sweeping across the east bank, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Tang Sanzang and his disciples were safe and sound! His invisible power was quietly severed by the laws of space at the last moment.

"Impossible! How could my mandate for destruction fail?"

He muttered to himself, a flicker of panic in his eyes that quickly turned into a ferocious glint.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he said, "I have long admired the name of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara."

I, Jiang, am not very talented, but I have a slight understanding of the principles of space.

Your tricks can't fool me.

Ran Deng squinted, sizing up the uninvited guest.

He had long heard of Jiang Wang's strength—his spatial laws were unpredictable, and his Falling Treasure Coins were a perfect counter to Wanbao.

But now, he was on the verge of destruction, how could he allow a junior to ruin things? His madness turned into arrogance, and he laughed: "Boy, you have some skill."

But in my eyes, they are nothing but ants.

Join me, become my servant! When I achieve sainthood, I will help you obtain the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and become the strongest Primordial Chaos expert! What do you say?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang burst into laughter: "Old bald monk, your promise sounds like a beggar's charity."

Jiang loves freedom and doesn't like being someone's dog.

get out! "

The refusal was so decisive that Ran Deng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Enraged, he formed a hand seal, and the destructive light from the ancient lamp surged out like a black dragon, rushing straight at Jiang Wang.

That radiance was indestructible; wherever it passed, the void shattered and the river water evaporated.

"Go to hell!"

Jiang Wang remained calm and composed. With a sway of his body, the laws of space unfolded like an invisible net.

The light of destruction, which should have struck a vital point, unexpectedly deflected mid-air and bounced back towards the lamp itself! "Boom!"

With a loud bang, Ran Deng's robe ripped open, revealing a charred wound deep enough to expose bone, from which blood spurted out like ink.

He staggered backward, fear flashing in his eyes for the first time: "Spatial rebound... Your law can actually reverse cause and effect?"

Jiang Wang shrugged: "Just a little trick."

"Old bald monk, don't waste your energy."

Randeng gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and took out the innate supreme treasure from his sleeve—the Arrow of Destruction! The arrow was as black as night, its tip spewing fragments of void, ignoring defenses, and could automatically track its target.

He rested his bow on the golden bow, the string taut like thunder: "Boy, prepare to die! With this arrow, your soul will be scattered!"

The arrow left the bowstring, tore through the void, and headed straight for Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang's expression changed slightly; the power of this Arrow of Destruction far exceeded his expectations.

He first tore open a spatial rift, attempting to devour the arrows, but the arrows seemed to come out as if they were alive, continuing their pursuit.

Then, he summoned the Tai Chi diagram, and the black and white yin-yang fish rotated, transforming into a boundless barrier.

The arrow pierced through Yin and Yang, aiming straight for his heart! Jiang Wang teleported repeatedly, his space folding, his figure flickering like a ghost above the ferry.

His afterimage was left everywhere—east bank, west bank, the heart of the river, and the void—yet the arrows followed him relentlessly, locked on and unyielding.

Sun Wukong was alarmed: "Good heavens, this arrow is strange!"

Tang Sanzang silently chanted Buddhist mantras, and the three of them protected the old turtle, not daring to make any rash moves.

At the critical moment, a glint flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes, and he took out the gleaming golden coin from his waist—the Treasure-Falling Coin! "Go!"

He let out a low shout, and threw out a coin that transformed into a golden rainbow, meeting the arrow of destruction head-on.

A strange thing happened: the arrow, which should have ignored the defense, trembled in the golden light, its speed decreased sharply, and finally "clanged".

With a thud, the arrow landed, caught in the money and pocketed! Jiang Wang reached out and the money returned; the arrow was now his spoils.

Ran Deng's eyes widened in shock, as if struck by lightning: "Impossible! Although the Falling Treasure Coin can overcome acquired treasures, how could an innate supreme treasure fall?!"

His plan depended entirely on this arrow that could chase away his soul; now that the arrow was lost, he was in complete disarray.

His chest injury flared up, blood gushed out, and fear appeared on his frenzied face for the first time.

"Boy, you...you've ruined my path!"

He uttered harsh words, attempting to intimidate: "If we retreat today, we will surely take your head one day!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and jumped into the river at Lingyun Ferry, using water magic to escape.

Jiang Wang sneered: "Trying to run?"

His divine sense was released like a tide, sweeping across the riverbed, the void, and the primordial wilderness.

Strangely, the scent of the lamp dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace.

He frowned and withdrew his hand: "This old bald monk does have some skill."

"That's enough. The crisis in the Three Realms has been resolved. The remaining matters will be settled by the Heavenly Dao."

He turned to look at Tang Sanzang and his disciples and said with a smile, "Everyone, let's continue our journey to the West."

Mr. Jiang still has a lot to show for himself, so he'll take his leave first.

With a flicker, the figure merged into the space and vanished without a trace.

On the east bank, the fog gradually dissipated.

Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief: "This Jiang Wang is quite strong, but he loves to show off."

Pigsy patted his belly: "Hehe, it's good to show off, at least we escaped with our lives."

Sha Wujing nodded: "It's a blessing, not a curse."

Tang Sanzang looked towards the west bank, his eyes rekindling with hope: "Amitabha, thank you all for your protection."

"My disciples, let us set off."

The old turtle carried the master and his apprentice slowly into the water, crossing the river westward.

Behind them, the powerful beings of the Three Realms returned one after another. Haotian wiped away his cold sweat, Yuanshi sighed, and Kunpeng and Minghe returned dejectedly.

They knew that from then on, the Three Realms owed Jiang Wang a favor.

In that distant void rift, Ran Deng appeared in a disheveled state, smoke still rising from the wound on his chest.

He gasped for breath, his eyes burning with hatred: "Jiang Wang... I'll remember this! The Great Dao of Destruction will ultimately belong to me!"

His madness hadn't subsided, and his arrogance remained.

The mist around Lingyun Ferry swirled like dragons and snakes, and the river flowed swiftly, faintly revealing a strange, blood-red glow.

Jiang Wang rode the wind, his movements as leisurely as if he were strolling in a garden, his robes fluttering in the wind, yet he exuded no air of worldly affairs.

He was on his way to the Tongtian River to protect the pilgrims on their journey to the West, but on the way, a cold notification from the system suddenly rang in his mind.

"Host, update on the extraterrestrial gods and demons incident: Tracing the cause - When the Book of Curses killed the Guide, the Arrow of Destruction had already infiltrated the primordial world."

The gods and demons borrowed an arrow to possess the body of the ancient Buddha Dipankara, and took control of a portion of the Buddhist forces.

Objective: To take Tang Sanzang to the Western Paradise, kill enemies along the way to trigger immeasurable calamities, and use these calamities to comprehend the Great Dao of Destruction.

Cause and connection: Host's curse behavior.

Jiang Wang paused, his brow furrowing slightly.

Speechless.

He thought the curse was clean and decisive, but little did he know that it would take root quietly like a seed, bringing about this world-ending calamity.

Extraterrestrial gods and demons, madmen from beyond the primordial world, who take pleasure in destroying all the heavens.

This time, they've set their sights on the Journey to the West, probably hoping to use the boundless power of Buddhism's vows to create a catastrophe that will sweep across the three realms.

Jiang Wang was fully aware of the gravity of the crisis, but he remained outwardly calm. (End of Chapter)