Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

Marshal Tianpeng's face turned from crimson to ashen, and his knuckles cracked as he gripped the nine-toothed rake, almost squeezing water out of the cold handle.

"You impudent monkey, you've gone too far!" Marshal Tianpeng's voice seemed to be carved out of the deepest ice of the underworld, each word carrying a chilling murderous intent.

Sun Wukong, however, didn't care at all. He crossed his arms, blinked his golden eyes, and the faint sneer at the corner of his mouth almost blinded Tianpeng.

"Old Sun is just telling the truth. This rake of yours, even if you put it on my Flower Fruit Mountain, it wouldn't be fast enough to chop firewood, it'd be passable for stirring hay in the manger. What, did it poke at your pitiful pride?"

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling glint of light tore through the frozen starlight. Marshal Tianpeng could no longer contain himself.

With immense power, the Nine-Toothed Rake, carrying the icy, raging waves from the depths of the Milky Way, transformed into a roaring dragon, hurtling straight at Sun Wukong's face.

Faced with this attack that was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter seas, Sun Wukong didn't even lift an eyelid.

Just as the sharp, jagged teeth were about to touch his hair, his figure flickered and vanished like a phantom thrown into water.

The rake slammed into the air with devastating force. With a deafening roar, a large area of ​​solid ground formed from celestial sand shattered instantly, turning into dust that scattered in all directions, leaving behind a huge crater.

Sun Wukong's voice floated down from behind Tianpeng, "Is that all the accuracy you have? You can't even touch a hair on my head."

"Old Sun, I told you your rake was no good, but you wouldn't listen. You think you can use this rake to fight a war? You'd probably dig your own foot if you used it to plow the fields at home."

Marshal Tianpeng was filled with shame and rage after his attack missed. He turned around abruptly, his rake sweeping across the battlefield, and the resulting gale sent several nearby Tianhe soldiers flying.

However, Sun Wukong's figure was like a ghost, dodging and weaving amidst the dense, cold light of the rakes, narrowly avoiding the deadly blades each time.

Each time was accompanied by his harsh taunts: "Slow, too slow. Is this all Marshal Tianhe is capable of? No wonder he can only be displayed."

At this moment, Marshal Tianpeng was completely blinded by rage. He no longer cared about anything else and shouted for the troops to form ranks.

The sound waves shook the waters of the Milky Way, causing them to surge backward. The 80,000-strong Milky Way navy was as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, its formation shifting and changing in an instant.

It was no longer the magnificent and orderly procession of the past, but had transformed into a gigantic, rapidly spinning, dark vortex.

At the center of the whirlpool stood Marshal Tianpeng, his hair standing on end in fury. The swords, spears, and halberds of his soldiers were all pointed at the whirlpool's center, their chilling light converging and drawing upon the icy, bone-chilling source of the Weak Water deep within the Milky Way, a source capable of melting even immortal bones.

The power of the Weak Water, as black as ink and as heavy as lead and mercury, was frantically drawn and compressed by this massive battle formation, condensing at the center of the vortex into a terrifying area of ​​absolute darkness that seemed capable of swallowing all light.

Marshal Tianpeng stood at the core of the whirlpool, his nine-toothed rake held high. The terrifying energy, which condensed the will of 80,000 naval soldiers and the power of the Weak Water, poured into the rake as if it had found a floodgate.

The rake, which had originally gleamed with a cold light, was instantly stained with a thick, light-devouring ink. The rake teeth no longer flowed with starlight, but with a viscous, unyielding black liquid that seemed to come from the depths of the underworld.

Marshal Tianpeng's voice echoed like a deep abyss, carrying boundless killing intent: "Today I will let you, a frog in a well, witness the wrath of the Milky Way. The Three Thousand Weak Waters can overturn the heavens and the earth."

With his arms bulging with muscles, he used all his strength to fiercely pull and stir the nine-toothed rake, which bore the wrath of 80,000 naval soldiers and the power of the Weak Water, toward Sun Wukong.

The Milky Way shattered. The source of the Weak Water, which had been mobilized and compressed to its limit by the battle formation, was like the River Styx bursting its banks, or the Milky Way collapsing from the heavens, turning into a crack with a diameter of tens of miles.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes flashed with a fierce light, but he still couldn't resist teasing him: "Good. This is getting interesting. I'll be waiting for you at Flower Fruit Mountain. Don't give up halfway and run off to that old Jade Emperor to cry your eyes out."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into an incredibly fast golden streak of light. With a somersault, he outran the devastating torrent of the Weak Water and plummeted towards Flower Fruit Mountain in the lower realm like a shooting star. Seeing that Sun Wukong could move freely even under such a formidable force, Marshal Tianpeng's competitive spirit was thoroughly ignited.

He raised his nine-toothed rake and immediately ordered 80,000 naval troops to accompany him on the expedition to Flower Fruit Mountain. He wanted to prove to himself and his 80,000 naval troops that they were not just for show.

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On Flower Fruit Mountain, the clear blue sky was instantly swallowed by shadows. The monkeys looked up in terror, only to see a thick, filthy mass, exuding an aura of death, rapidly pressing down, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars.

"Form ranks and defend against the enemy."

The roar of the Six-Eared Macaque's clone, cracking with intensity, drowned out the panic of the horde of monkeys. Forty-seven thousand monkey soldiers and generals, under the shadow of death, unleashed astonishing speed and power.

Based on the mountain's terrain, they instantly formed countless interlocking, strange formations. At the center of each small formation sat a monkey general with profound Taoist cultivation.

The monkeys, united in purpose, unleashed their demonic power without reservation, weaving layer upon layer above Flower Fruit Mountain and instantly condensing into a massive golden shield covering the entire mountain.

Above the light shield, runes flowed and shone with golden light, faintly revealing the phantom of a giant ape that stood tall and glared at the sky, exuding an unruly and invincible aura.

The light shield had just risen when the murky torrent of weak water crashed into it with a deafening roar that could stop a heart.

The golden light shield dented and rippled violently, and the runes flowing on it flickered wildly, their brightness uncertain.

The giant ape phantom let out a silent roar, raising its arms to desperately block the pouring black sky.

The terrifying, soul-consuming power of the Weak Water clashed, eroded, and annihilated the combined power of the myriad demons gathered by the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Acrid black smoke rose continuously from the surface of the light shield, and the corroded areas emitted a hissing sound, while the golden light visibly dimmed.

Countless monkey soldiers trembled violently, blood spilling from their mouths and noses, yet they still gritted their teeth and roared, continuously pouring their demonic power into the great formation.

The gibbon, its whiskers and hair bristling, stood on a high cliff in front of the Water Curtain Cave, wildly waving a command flag in its hand, its voice hoarse as if tearing silk.

Huaguo Mountain was wailing. Although the torrent of the Weak Water was temporarily blocked by the light shield, the pervasive, chilling death energy still seeped down in wisps.

Just then, a golden bolt of lightning tore through the sky above Flower Fruit Mountain, and the despairing black curtain of the Weak Water crashed down on the highest peak.

The golden light dissipated, revealing the figure of the red-bottomed macaque clone, its fighting spirit soaring. Its gaze swept over the monkey troop below, struggling to hold on and suffering increasing casualties.

Looking up at the heavens, in the center of the black vortex that was still pouring out the Weak Water, Marshal Tianpeng's blurry yet ferocious face was clearly visible.

The Red-Bottomed Macaque clone sneered, "Playing in the water isn't something only your Heavenly River Navy can do. I, the Red-Bottomed Macaque, am an expert in it."

As he spoke, the red-bottomed macaque clone cast a series of hand seals, freezing the cascading waters of the Milky Way and preventing them from moving forward even an inch.

At the same time, the Long-Armed Ape clone once again commanded 47,000 monkeys, modifying the battle formation. They switched from defense to offense, directly attacking the 80,000-strong Heavenly River Navy.

At the same time, Sun Wukong appeared in the sky above Flower Fruit Mountain. With a smile, he said, "Marshal Tianpeng, the warm-up is over; it's time to get serious." (End of Chapter)