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

Huanglong Zhenren could see clearly through the fog that what was flashing on the forehead of the white dragon horse was indeed the purest ancient dragon race origin mark.

Moreover, the aura it exuded was so ancient and powerful that it seemed even purer than when he was at his peak. At that moment, greed surged within him, and he could no longer restrain himself.

"Sun Wukong, since you know what's good for you, send the white dragon horse over first." Huanglong Zhenren's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Gao Cuilan spoke up at the opportune moment, her voice filled with grief and indignation: "Eldest brother, you mustn't! The white dragon horse carried Master all the way west; even if it didn't do any merit, it certainly endured hardship. How can you..."

Gao Cuilan wasn't in the Journey to the West chat group, so she naturally didn't know about the master and disciples' conspiracy. Thinking Sun Wukong was really going to abandon the White Dragon Horse, she immediately tried to stop him.

Sun Wukong ignored Gao Cuilan and said directly, "Huanglong Zhenren, no matter what, you are one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. How can you have such a small amount of courage?"

"It seems that when they said you were a good-for-nothing during the Investiture of the Gods calamity, they were right. Otherwise, why wouldn't you dare to take the White Dragon Horse even though it's right here?"

Huanglong Zhenren was not one to care about saving face, so he naturally wouldn't fall for Sun Wukong's provocation. However, seeing the dragon clan's original mark on the white dragon's head made him somewhat unable to resist.

So he simply revealed his form and reached out to grab the white dragon, intending to completely subdue it and seize its essence.

His eyes were filled with fervor, as if he could already see the moment when he would complete his origin and restore the glory of the ancient dragon race.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the mark on the white dragon's forehead, a sudden change occurred. The white dragon, which had been motionless, suddenly narrowed its eyes, flashing with an extremely human-like cunning light.

The dragon opened its mouth wide, but instead of roaring, it emitted a strange and piercing shriek. This shriek seemed to pierce through the soul, and even more strangely, along with the shriek, nine illusory and ferocious heads flashed and disappeared from behind the white dragon's neck.

"You're not the Third Prince of Jade Dragon? You're the Nine-Headed Insect?" Huanglong Zhenren was so terrified that his soul almost left his body, and he tried to retreat, but it was too late.

As a survivor of the ancient dragon race, how could he not know the infamous reputation of the Nine-Headed Insect? It was a ferocious creature that even dared to devour true dragons during the early Dragon-Han Calamity.

His own desire for the dragon race's original mark became the perfect bait for the other party.

"I only know now that it's too late."

The white dragon that the nine-headed worm had transformed into laughed wildly, its body twisting and expanding violently. Although it had not fully revealed its original nine-headed form, a ferocious aura that was specifically designed to counter dragons had already erupted.

Master Huanglong was terrified, feeling his own dragon essence stirring and about to leave his body. He desperately suppressed it and retreated rapidly.

Sun Wukong had been waiting for this moment. He swung his golden cudgel directly at Huanglong Zhenren, shouting, "Huanglong Zhenren, take this from your old Sun!"

At the same time, Gao Cuilan let out a sharp cry, and with her ultimate control over all the waters under heaven, she briefly interfered with the yellow mist that was based on the operation of the great array's spiritual power.

Sha Wujing slammed his demon-subduing staff into the ground, unleashing a powerful surge of earth energy. This was not an attack, but rather a further disruption of the earth's veins, exacerbating the stagnation of the great formation.

Pigsy swung his nine-toothed rake, not at Yellow Dragon Immortal, but to build a thick earthen wall, blocking Tang Sanzang's way.

At this moment, Huanglong Zhenren had no time to control the great formation, as Sun Wukong's golden cudgel was already smashing down on him.

Unfortunately, Huanglong Zhenren was currently being completely suppressed by the Nine-Headed Insect. He had no time to block Sun Wukong's golden cudgel and was ultimately struck solidly by it.

Huanglong Zhenren let out a miserable howl, his dragon blood splattering across the sky. His thousand-foot-long dragon body writhed violently, unable to maintain the great formation any longer.

The Spirit-Eroding Maze shattered with a deafening roar, and the yellow mist that filled the sky vanished as if swept away by a whirlwind, revealing the clear sky once more. Under the sunlight, Huanglong Zhenren lay slumped on the ground, reverting to human form, with a bloody hole in his chest from which blood gushed, his face ashen, and his breath barely clinging to life.

Sun Wukong pointed his golden cudgel at him and sneered, "You dare to covet my brothers?"

The Nine-Headed Insect reverted to its White Dragon Horse form, snorted, and said disdainfully, "This mere fragment of Dragon Source is so incomplete that I wouldn't even want to swallow it."

Huanglong Zhenren was both ashamed and furious. Coupled with his severe injuries, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Sha Wujing frowned and asked, "Master, Eldest Brother, what should we do with this person?"

Tang Sanzang didn't even glance at Huanglong Zhenren. "It's just a demonic dragon. Let it pass on."

Sun Wukong smiled and said, "Alright!" Then, he swung his golden cudgel toward Huanglong Zhenren's skull.

Just as it seemed that Master Huanglong was on the verge of death, a Binding Immortal Rope descended from the sky and swept him away.

This caused Sun Wukong to strike empty air with his staff, and he immediately looked in the direction from which the Immortal Binding Rope had come. He discovered that it was a short, stout Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest, with a smile on his face, said, "Great Sage, Huanglong Zhenren is a righteous god of the Thunder Department of the Heavenly Court. His life and death should be decided by the Jade Emperor. You cannot use private punishment indiscriminately."

Sha Wujing glanced at the Taoist priest, then at the Immortal-Binding Rope. He then said to Sun Wukong, "Second Senior Brother, this is also one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, named Ju Liusun."

"During the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, he was listed on the Investiture of the Gods along with Huanglong Zhenren. Huanglong Zhenren was a righteous god of the Thunder Department, while Julusun was the Earth Virtue Star Lord."

Sha Wujing's previous incarnation was, after all, the Curtain-Lifting General serving the Jade Emperor. He was naturally very familiar with the celestial deities appointed in the Investiture of the Gods.

Upon hearing Sha Wujing reveal his identity, Ju Liusun was not angry. Instead, he smiled and asked Sha Wujing, "How have you been, General Curtain-Roller?"

"Originally, old friends should be enjoying drinks and conversation when they gather, but unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to and cannot delay. I must take my leave now."

After saying this, he transformed into a streak of light and headed towards Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain. This infuriated Sun Wukong, who gritted his teeth in fury.

Despite the fact that Ju Liusun and Huanglong Zhenren are both listed on the Investiture of the Gods, Zhen Yuanzi had already restored their bodies to be imbued with merit long ago.

Therefore, the Jade Emperor cannot easily command who is now the true god of Heaven. Most of the time, he still remains in the Wuzhuang Temple.

Moreover, in terms of cultivation level alone, Sun Wukong and Huanglong Zhenren are roughly equal. But if we compare them to Julusun, Sun Wukong falls short.

After all, Sun Wukong was only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, while Julusun's cultivation had already reached the early stage of Quasi-Saint during the Investiture of the Gods, and now he had even reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

So Sun Wukong could only watch helplessly, frustrated. He could only curse himself for being too slow. If he had been even half a fraction faster, how could he have let that Yellow Dragon Immortal escape?

At this moment, Pigsy laughed and said, "Brother Monkey, even without Julusun, you still couldn't kill this Yellow Dragon Immortal."

"He is a famous figure on the Investiture of the Gods. Even if you kill him, the Investiture of the Gods will reassemble his physical body and bring him back to life."

"So, at most, Brother Monkey, all you're doing is leaving here the golden body of merit that the Sage of the Chan Sect forged for him." (End of Chapter)