Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 543 Arrival in Bhikkhu

The nine bat-winged guards were stunned when they suddenly saw a giant appear in the forest.

What's the situation?
Before they could think, they all flew towards this spot, only to see the strange giant gathering power in its hands.
"Turtle-style-Qi-gong!"

boom--

The nine bat-winged guards were blasted to pieces by the shockwave of the Kamehameha, falling from the sky like kites with broken strings!
The Earth God's face turned deathly pale: "How...how is this possible?!"

He had witnessed the ferocity of these Batwing Guards firsthand, yet now they were all driven to a crash by a mere teenager!?
The jet-black bat wings were scorched by energy, leaving charred holes, and the foul-smelling demon blood drew nine dark red trails in the air.

Fang Yu's Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan clearly captured that although these monsters were blasted to pieces, they managed to adjust their posture before landing.

The most serious injuries were just a few broken bones, and they were currently using their claws to scratch the rock wall to slow their descent.

"As expected, the monsters in the Journey to the West world have incredibly strong physical bodies."

Such "thick blood"! Fang Yu has gained a new understanding of the enemies in the Journey to the West world!
However, he had no intention of letting these nine bat-winged guards go!

"Combined Immortal Technique - Crimson Flame Spiral Sword!"

Fang Yu clasped his hands together, and the blazing flames and sharp sword energy intertwined, transforming into a spiraling giant sword of flames that roared towards the bat-winged guards falling to the ground!

"call out--!"

The Crimson Spiral Sword struck two of the Bat-Winged Guards precisely, instantly slicing them apart! The flames, like a leech, spread wildly along the wounds, burning the monster to a crisp in the blink of an eye!
However, the other bat-winged guards quickly got up after landing, and their burned wounds slowly healed under the impetus of demonic power!

Fang Yu's eyes sharpened, and he raised one hand!

"Lei Ying!"

In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and violent lightning poured down like a waterfall!

"Boom--!"

The blinding lightning illuminated the entire mountain forest in a ghastly white light, and the Batwing Guardians, enveloped by the lightning pillars, let out a mournful roar!
Their demonic bodies twisted and shattered in the lightning, eventually turning into charred remains!

However, Fang Yu did not let his guard down, his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan locking onto the battlefield.

Sure enough, the charred corpse of one of the Bat-Winged Guards trembled slightly, and its demonic aura had not completely dissipated!
"Not quite dead yet?!" Fang Yu frowned, about to deliver the final blow, when he sensed a surge of demonic energy in the distance, indicating that a large number of demons were heading this way!
"Tsk, troublesome!" He snorted coldly, no longer wanting to fight, his figure transformed into a bolt of lightning and soared into the sky, instantly disappearing into the clouds!

Only the Earth God remained standing there, staring in shock in the direction Fang Yu had left, muttering to himself:

"Just who is this kid?!"

After crossing the border of Lion Camel Ridge, where acid rain falls year-round, Fang Yu's boots had worn through.

He threw away his shoes and squatted by the stream, scooping water to wash his face.

The face reflected in the water was even more haggard than a beggar's, with high cheekbones like those of a knife and deep-set eyes like those of a skull. Only the golden flames burning in the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan proved the terrifying power hidden within this body.

"Three hundred li further east," Fang Yu wrung out the sweat seeping from his tattered clothes, "that's when we'll reach the Kingdom of Bhikshu."

Three days later, at dawn, the outline of the city wall finally appeared in the morning mist.

Red silk ribbons were hung on the city walls built of blue bricks, and caravans came and went at the city gate. The shouts of peddlers carrying loads could even be heard on the other side of the moat.

Several girls were chasing and playing with candied hawthorns, nearly knocking over the old man's tofu stall.

The scene was so normal it was chilling, and Fang Yu, who had experienced similar things in the Lion Camel Kingdom, felt somewhat uncomfortable. But these were all illusions.

Because the so-called Kingdom of Children, Bhikkhu, nowadays there are hardly any little boys left.

In the Kingdom of Bhikkhu, being a boy is an extremely dangerous thing.

If a pregnant woman gives birth and sees that she has given birth to a boy, then she's doomed. She'd rather give birth to a piece of barbecued pork.

This is because the king also had a repressed personality, rode foxes all day, and, on the advice of his father-in-law, wanted to use the hearts of 1,111 boys as a medicinal ingredient.
In this country, just like in a country constantly ravaged by war, children never truly grow up.

Looking at the frolicking girls and the passing vendors, Fang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Eighty-one tribulations?" he muttered to himself. "How ironic how many of these so-called 'calamities' were actually orchestrated by the gods and Buddhas themselves?"

He recalled the tragic state of the Lion Camel Kingdom, the people devoured by monsters, and the infant corpses soaking in swill buckets, and his anger burned within him once more.

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes. “The king of Bhikkhu Kingdom wants the hearts of 1,111 boys as a medicinal ingredient, and the so-called ‘father-in-law’ is nothing more than a white deer under the command of the Antarctic Immortal.”

He scoffed, "These high and mighty gods enjoy the incense offerings from the mortals while allowing their mounts and attendants to descend to the mortal realm and wreak havoc on the people. Is this what they call 'compassion'?"

Fang Yu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"The Golden-Winged Roc is the Buddha's uncle, the Green Lion and White Elephant are the mounts of Manjushri and Samantabhadra, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monster is Maitreya Buddha's attendant, the Jade Rabbit is Chang'e's pet, and even the father-in-law of this Bhikkhu Kingdom is the mount of the Antarctic Immortal!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, his voice low yet carrying the force of thunder.

"These monsters descended to the mortal realm to wreak havoc, eating human flesh and drinking human blood, causing immense suffering to humankind. And what about the gods? They just stood by in the heavens, watching coldly as the 'calamities' accumulated, and then hypocritically came out to clean up the mess, calling it a 'test' or 'tribulation'!"

A hint of mockery flashed in Fang Yu's eyes.

"What are you testing? Are you testing whether mortals can survive in the hell you've created? What tribulations are you testing? Tribulations you yourselves have created?"

He looked up at the sky, as if he could pierce through the clouds and look directly at the gods and Buddhas high above.

"Where were you when the Lion Camel Kingdom was littered with corpses? Where were you when the boys of the Bhikkhu Kingdom had their hearts ripped out? Where were you when the children by the Tongtian River were offered as sacrifices?"

Fang Yu's voice became colder and colder.

"Oh, I see. You're waiting, waiting for Tang Sanzang and his disciples to pass by, waiting for the 'calamities' to accumulate enough, waiting for the show to be over, before you come out to clean up the mess and earn some merit and incense offerings, right?"

He suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down the spine of a passing peddler, who quickly quickened his pace to avoid him.

“What a series of eighty-one tribulations. What a journey to the West to obtain the scriptures.” Fang Yu murmured, “So the so-called ‘tribulations’ were nothing more than a play directed and acted by you gods and Buddhas, and mortals were just props on your stage.”

He took a deep breath, and the golden flames in his eyes burned even brighter.

"Since that's the case, then I'll play along with you! I'll ruin all the schemes you've set up along the way!"

Having said that, he straightened his tattered clothes and strode toward the city gate of the Kingdom of Bhikkhu.

"The white deer of the Antarctic Immortal, is it?" Fang Yu sneered inwardly. "The king wants 1,111 boys as the medicinal ingredients for Brother Wei, is that right?"

"it is good!"

Fang Yu gritted his teeth, "I'll just kill your king! Let's see how you commit these atrocities!"

(End of this chapter)