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

He took a deep breath, and his divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly covering an area of ​​30,000 miles.

Mountains, rivers, demons, and monsters are all clearly visible in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But the ancient Buddha of the Dipankara lamp was nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Wang snorted coldly, already on guard.

The spatial confinement technique he had previously set up was originally intended as a precaution, but it came in handy now.

With his hands slightly raised, silvery-white light emanated from his fingertips, and the laws of space spread throughout the void like a spider web.

"Space shattering!"

As soon as the shout fell, the entire Lingyun Ferry trembled violently.

The river surface shattered like a mirror, layers of ripples turned into fissures, and the void twisted into countless fragments.

The ferry crossing, the ancient temple, and even the hidden remnants of Buddhist temples were all caught in the vortex of destruction.

A low, mournful wail echoed through the heavens and earth, as if the very origin of the primordial world was lamenting.

The silver light swept across like a storm, causing the space within a hundred miles to collapse into points and vanish into nothingness.

Jiang Wang stood in the eye of the storm, his clothes unmoved, his body protected by the power of the laws, like an immortal master of the void.

The dust has settled, and Lingyun Ferry no longer exists, leaving only a stagnant, calm river surface.

The powerful beings of the Three Realms, who had been watching from afar, all breathed a sigh of relief.

In the Jade Void Palace, Laozi stroked his beard and chuckled, "This boy's methods are truly astonishing."

On Mount Kunlun, Guang Chengzi murmured, "The danger of world destruction has been temporarily averted."

Even the remnants of the Jie Sect hidden in the shadows were secretly relieved that without the madman Randeng, the chaos in Buddhism might be quelled.

But Tang Sanzang misunderstood.

He stood by the river, his monk's robes fluttering in the wind, his staff tightly gripped in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The journey to the West was long and arduous, and although he used compassion as his vessel, he repeatedly encountered calamities.

Seeing Jiang Wang mobilize so much force, destroy the ferry crossing, and save the lives of the master and his disciples, I couldn't help but feel respect for him.

Buddhist attachments entangled his heart like vines. He stepped forward, put his palms together, and said, "Benefactor, this act is for the sake of all living beings and averts the catastrophe of destruction."

"This humble monk observes that you, benefactor, possess extraordinary potential. Why not accompany me on my journey westward, and attain Buddhahood on the spot? The Buddhist gates are vast and can accommodate a hero like yourself."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang turned around and glanced at him, her eyes as cold as autumn frost.

Becoming a Buddha? That's just another cage.

He lived a carefree life, never bowing his head to anyone. "Monk, Buddha is your path, not mine."

Go on your pilgrimage to the West, and stop causing trouble.

As soon as he finished speaking, he soared into the sky and disappeared, leaving only a silver afterimage.

Tang Sanzang sighed and shook his head, remaining as determined as ever, yet he knew he couldn't persuade this madman who was like a wandering immortal.

The four members of the group, along with the old turtle, had been trapped at the ferry by the power of gods and demons. Now that they were free, Jiang Wang casually waved his hand and sent them to the west bank of the Tongtian River.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, and Pigsy, rubbing his lower back, exclaimed, "Ouch, Master, we owe it all to that gentleman this time!"

Sha Wujing nodded: "Yes, once space is shattered, the ferry crossing will be gone, and those gods and demons will probably be reduced to ashes."

Sun Wukong narrowed his monkey eyes and slammed his staff on his shoulder: "Hmph, I, Old Sun, think that thing isn't so easy to kill."

Better safe than sorry.

Tang Sanzang remained silent, gazing at the empty space on the eastern bank, murmuring, "Excellent, excellent..."

While the west bank was at peace, Jiang Wang did not stop.

With a flash, he had already rushed towards the Tang Dynasty.

On the way home, a golden light suddenly rose from the east, transforming into an ancient figure, none other than Fuxi.

The first of the Three Sovereigns and the ancestor of the Eight Trigrams, his aura was as steady as a mountain, yet carried a hint of urgency.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Wang, I have a request."

"We have important matters to discuss at Shouyang Mountain, the ancestral home of the human race."

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow and followed him.

Shouyang Mountain, the cradle of humankind, is shrouded in mist and covered with ancient trees reaching for the sky.

At the mountain gate, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors gathered: Fuxi held the hexagrams, Shennong carried the essence of plants, and Suiren controlled the fire that spread across the plains.

Behind him, the five emperors, including the Yellow Emperor and Emperor Zhuanxu, stood solemnly, their imposing presence overwhelming.

Since the beginning of time, the human race has stood firm on its bloodline, and now, in order to protect its lineage, it has mobilized its entire population.

Upon entering the Hall of the Three Sovereigns, one finds the hall resplendent in gold and jade, with murals depicting the rise and fall of humankind carved on the walls, and incense smoke curling from the altar.

Fuxi invited Jiang Wang to take the seat of honor, Shennong personally served him divine tea, and Suiren lit a bonfire, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

The five emperors stood on either side, their eyes burning with intensity.

Fuxi got straight to the point: "Fellow Daoist, the reason I invited you here is for the sake of my disciple Du Fu."

Two years later, he will be united with humanity, inherit the destiny of the human race, and establish an immortal foundation.

However, to attain enlightenment, one must undergo eighty-one days of seclusion and quiet cultivation, without being disturbed in the slightest.

Hongjun Laozu is ambitious and will most likely seize the opportunity to launch an attack and disrupt the existing order.

We, the humble Daoists, earnestly request your assistance!

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang took a sip of tea, his thoughts racing.

Du Fu, his third disciple, was a poet and wine connoisseur, but he cared deeply for the common people and had long agreed to join the Dao.

The rise and fall of the human race was none of his concern, but the bond between master and disciple remained, so how could he sit idly by? Moreover, that old fox Hongjun controlled the Thirty-Three Heavens and repeatedly interfered in the human realm, so he had not forgotten the old debts of returning the land.

"I will not fight Hongjun to the death; that old man has too many trump cards."

But I'll try my best to stall him and cause him some trouble.

Upon hearing this, the Three Sovereigns exchanged glances, and Shennong nodded: "Fellow Daoist's righteousness is already a great kindness."

Jiang Wang waved his hand and continued, "Delaying is not enough."

Shouyang Mountain is a small world; I can use magic to increase the flow of time by 1,089 times.

Eighty-one days within the ancestral land, less than an hour outside.

Even if Hongjun sensed the formation at the stage of achieving Dao Integration, it would be difficult to break it in an instant.

Upon hearing this, the hall fell into a deathly silence, which was then broken by a low gasp.

Fuxi's eyes gleamed: "One thousand and eighty-nine times? Fellow Daoist, your spatial laws are truly exquisite!"

Suiren laughed: "Brilliant! Human destiny requires time to develop, and with this method, the success rate is almost 90%!"

The Yellow Emperor rose, cupped his hands, and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang Wang, the human race will forever remember this kindness!"

The five emperors bowed in unison, with the three sovereigns bending over at a ninety-degree angle, their foreheads almost touching the ground.

At that moment, the aura within the hall rose like a dragon, and a faint golden light protected the phantom image of Du Fu.

Jiang Wang smiled calmly, stood up and said, "It's a small matter."

I will come back in two years.

Goodbye.

After saying this, his figure turned into light and disappeared.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors saw him off at the mountain gate, watching the silver light disappear into the distance, and thought to themselves: This person is free-spirited, but he has his principles.

In the primordial struggle, with an additional powerful ally, how could the human race not prosper? Meanwhile, at the bottom of the Tongtian River, darkness reigned like an abyss.

The water was swift and teeming with fish and dragons, yet a pale figure was hidden among them—it was the severely wounded Burning Lamp.

A demon from beyond the realm possessed his body, intending to attain enlightenment through countless eons, but unexpectedly encountered the wicked Jiang Wang.

With the space shattered, his soul was almost destroyed and his physical body was mostly broken.

At this moment, his face was ashen, his divine power exhausted. He barely managed to escape to the bottom of the river using the Great Five Elements Water Escape Technique, using the water spirit to nourish his remaining body.

"Damn it... that kid's mastery of spatial laws has reached this level."

The gods and demons whispered, their voices like sandpaper, carrying an echo of destruction.

Their desire to destroy the world has not died; on the contrary, it has burned even brighter.

He sat cross-legged, his body shimmering with black light as he absorbed the water essence from the river and slowly recovered.

"Jiang Wang thinks I'm dead? Hmph, arrogant madman."

Once my divine power is restored, I will strike Tang Sanzang again. When the great calamity is complete, the primordial world will surely perish! The destruction of the Great Dao will be just around the corner…”

The riverbed is teeming with hidden currents, and danger lurks like a venomous snake.

The Three Realms appear calm on the surface, but undercurrents are surging.

Jiang Wang flew through the air on his way back, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The system notification indicated that he already knew the gods and demons were not dead. The shattering of space was merely a test.

The real game has only just begun.

In the vast, untamed sky, the winds and clouds shifted and changed.

Jiang Wang's figure streaked across the border of the Tang Dynasty like a shooting star, heading straight for his own cave.

Behind him, the ancestral land of the human race was brightly lit, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had begun to set up their formations to protect Du Fu and help him attain enlightenment.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

But before that, Hongjun's harsh words still echoed in my ears.

After Lingyun Ferry resolved the crisis, Hongjun appeared in the void.

The old ancestor wore a gray robe, his hair and beard were all white, and his aura was like the origin of the Great Dao, causing the space to tremble slightly.

His gaze locked onto Jiang Wang, a look of shock flashing across his face: "Boy, you actually broke the permanent restriction? The Thirty-Three Heavens Outer Domain is a place where space is eternally fixed. How did you break it?"

Jiang Wang shrugged, too lazy to explain.

Hongjun was a top figure in the primordial world, controlling fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and his ambition was obvious.

"How about a collaboration? In the grand scheme of things, if the two of us join forces, no one can stand against us."

Hongjun's voice was gentle, yet it concealed a sharp edge.

Jiang Wang scoffed: "Cooperation? First, return the land of the Thirty-Three Heavens to the human realm."

"How long have the Buddhist, Taoist, and demonic factions occupied my human realm? If they don't return it, there's no point in discussing it."

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

That land is the hub of the Heavenly Dao's fortune; how could it be easily given up? "Boy, you're sharp-tongued."

I'll let you off the hook today; there's plenty of time in the future!

With those harsh words, he swept his gray robe and vanished into the void.

Jiang Wang shook his head.

That old fox, failing to test me, resorted to threats.

In this primordial struggle, the positions of each party are clearly defined.

Jiang Wang did not seek hegemony; he only adhered to his own bottom line.

To dispel the gods and demons, and protect humanity—that's enough.

Outside the Great Tang City, the night was as dark as ink.

Jiang Wang landed and pushed open the wooden door of the cave.

Inside, the lights flickered, and Du Fu was bent over his desk, writing furiously, the air filled with the fragrance of ink.

The boy looked up and saw his master return. He stood up and said with a smile, "Master, your disciple has composed a poem to celebrate the prosperity of humanity!"

Jiang Wang glanced at it and nodded: "Not bad."

Two years later, I had already made a decision with the Three Sovereigns regarding the matter of merging with the Dao.

Focus on your practice and don't get distracted.

Upon hearing this, Du Fu's eyes reddened slightly: "Thank you, Master."

"Your disciple will certainly not fail the human race, nor will he fail your kindness, Master."

Master and apprentice sat facing each other, the aroma of tea wafting through the air.

Outside the door, a storm was brewing.

The primordial crisis has been temporarily resolved in one corner.

However, the gods and demons beyond the realm lie in wait, and Hongjun secretly plots, for the human race's path to enlightenment is about to begin.

Jiang Wangxin knew that this game was far from over.

On the west bank of the Tongtian River, the pilgrimage group set up camp.

Tang Sanzang chanted scriptures without ceasing, while Wukong kept watch over all directions.

Pigsy snores, Sandy keeps watch.

The old turtle transformed into a tortoise shell and sank into the shallows.

In the stillness of the night, a black wind suddenly swept across the river and disappeared into the void on the east bank.

The aftermath of the divine and demonic influences seems to carry a sense of resentment.

Shouyang Mountain, inside the Three Emperors Hall.

Fuxi laid out the Eight Trigrams Formation, Shennong refined the elixir, and Suiren lit the fire that protected the mountain.

The five emperors guarded the four directions, and the fortunes of the world surged like the tides.

Outside Du Fu's secluded room, a poetic atmosphere permeates the air, foreshadowing a new beginning for humanity.

Deep in the void, Hongjun sat cross-legged in the Zixiao Palace, his eyes flashing with cold light: "Jiang Wang... interesting."

"Two years from now, let's see how you protect that kid."

The workings of nature have begun, and the game of chess has commenced.

Jiang Wang leaned against the door, gazing at the starry sky.

With a slight shift in the laws of space, the entire area within ten thousand miles is under our control.

Deep within the small world of the ancestral land of humanity, time flowed like a river forcibly distorted, and the originally tranquil vortex of spiritual energy suddenly began to spin at an accelerated pace.

Jiang Wang stood in the void, his divine light dim. His main body and three clones exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the vast divine power poured out like a tide, turning into countless golden threads that wrapped around the spacetime barrier of the entire ancestral land.

The 1089-fold time flow rate—this number is not arbitrary, but rather the limit he deduced based on the current combat strength of the human race and the urgency of Hongjun's attack.

Every moment of time outside is equivalent to over a thousand breaths of torment and accumulation here.

"call……"

Jiang Wang withdrew his hand, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. The three illusory clones trembled slightly, barely maintaining their physical form.

He wiped the blood from his lips and glanced down at the vast mountains and rivers below, where countless human cultivators were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, using the accelerated time to temper their Dao foundation.

The ancestral land was originally the last stronghold of the human race. Now, with the blessing of the power of time, every inch of the land seems to have come alive. Spiritual herbs grow wildly, sword energy soars through the sky, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar of breakthrough echoes.

The change was so drastic that it instantly alarmed the two reclusive, peerless experts.

Lao Tzu sat cross-legged before the bronze alchemy furnace in the Taiqing Palace, his hair and beard all white, yet his eyes were as clear as stars.

He was refining a precious treasure, and the furnace was burning brightly when suddenly his mind trembled. He raised his hand to calculate, and a smile of approval involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"The ruler of the human race is indeed extraordinary."

The beauty of this adjustment in the flow of time lies in its precision, and its ruthlessness lies in its decisiveness.

My choice to pledge allegiance was indeed the right one.

Lao Tzu murmured to himself, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

After breaking away from the Heavenly Dao, he was originally alone and adrift. Now, living among humans, he has witnessed such extraordinary potential, which has stirred ripples in his once calm and still heart for the first time.

Not far away, the Tongtian Sect Leader stood on the edge of the cliff of the Jie Sect ruins, his green robe fluttering in the wind, his whisk gently waving in his hand.

He originally came to visit Lao Tzu, but was drawn here by the anomalies in time and space.

Tongtian frowned slightly, then his expression hardened: "Jiang Wang... this boy's abilities have surpassed our imagination."

Although the Jie Sect has been defeated, my spirit remains unbroken. If we can catch up with them, perhaps when Hongjun arrives, we can lend humanity a helping hand.

He clenched his fist, his sword intent surging like a tide, and his determination to catch up burned like a raging fire.

From then on, Tongtian was no longer a bystander, but a hidden but sharp sword in the human race.

Lao Tzu stopped thinking about it and got up to walk towards the alchemy furnace.

He lifted the lid of the furnace, and a golden light, like the rising sun, rushed towards him.

Heat surged within the furnace, and three golden pills floated silently, each the size of an infant's fist, their surfaces shrouded in mysterious runes, as if containing the life force of an entire world.

Saint Essence Pill – this is a supreme treasure he crafted using his own saintly power and the essence of heaven and earth.

Laozi carefully put the three pills into his sleeve, making a total of eight with the previous five, and neatly arranged them in a jade box.

The box is as smooth and warm as jade, and faint sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing can be heard from it.

"The human race took me in in our ancestral land, their kindness is as heavy as a mountain."

This elixir is my way of repaying your kindness.

Lao Tzu whispered, stepped into the void, and headed straight for the council hall of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

The magnificent palace sits atop the Nine Heavens in the center of the ancestral land, surrounded by churning clouds and the hidden presence of golden dragons coiling around it.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors—Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan Huangdi, Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, Shun, and Yu—are gathered in the hall, their faces solemn.

Two years later, the shadow of Hongjun's arrival loomed over them like a dark cloud. Although they had become saints, they knew that the former Lord of Heaven was no longer a match for them. (End of Chapter)