Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 481 Fighting Will
Two years later, inside the Chaos Green Gourd, on Hunyuan Island.

"Niu Guangyi!!!"

At this moment, a voice filled with endless resentment rang out from the Duobao River above Hunyuan Island, exactly like that of the Golden-Winged Roc from back then. As this voice was heard, countless golden light spots began to fall and merge into the entire Hunyuan Island.

At the same time, the foundation of this grotto-heaven began to increase again, and an indescribable vitality was rapidly brewing, waiting for the day when it would accumulate strength and unleash it to reshape this world.

Daojun looked at the Duobao River slowly receding from the sky. Beneath the dazzling golden river, two Great Luo Golden Immortals had already perished, and to this day, one Demonic Golden Immortal was still suppressed within it.

Daojun slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the Hunyuan Furnace in front of him. He saw that the golden light spots falling from the sky were slowly flowing into the Hunyuan Furnace and merging into the divine axe above the Hunyuan Qi Fire in the furnace, making the divine axe covered with a layer of golden light, making it incomparably dazzling.

A smile appeared on Daojun's face.

"It is ready. Now, I have used many rare and precious materials to refine this axe, and with the addition of so much Great Luo Origin, this axe is complete today."

Without any visible movement from Daojun, the Primordial Qi Fire within the Primordial Furnace burned even more intensely, almost completely enveloping the axe, making it disappear from sight. Only countless golden specks of light falling from the Duobao River continued to flow into it.

Soon, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn passed, and the golden specks of light in the sky continued to fall, but the divine axe in the Primordial Furnace had stopped absorbing them, and beams of golden light suddenly shone out from the Primordial Qi Fire!

"Om~~"

Suddenly, as the Primordial Furnace trembled slightly, a towering golden beam of light shot out from the furnace, transforming into the shape of a giant golden axe that appeared in the sky.

The axe was gleaming with golden light. It was narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, with a crescent-shaped blade. The handle and the axe body were connected as one piece without any gaps, and a sharp cone-shaped head was wrapped around the end of the handle.

On this divine axe, there is a lifelike divine mountain pattern on both sides of the axe body, giving people an endless sense of power.

As soon as this divine axe appeared, the strange phenomenon existed in the sky above Hunyuan Mountain for a full forty-nine days before it completely subsided. The golden light on the axe also slowly faded, transforming into a divine axe with a bright silver body and a deep black handle, which fell towards the Dao Lord.

With a wave of his hand, Daojun caused the axe to fall into his grasp, emitting a series of buzzing sounds.

"Don't worry, I will take you to find your master."

As Daojun finished speaking, the divine axe stopped humming and lay quietly in his hand.

Daojun watched this scene with a smile. Before refining the axe, he took some of Chenxiang's blood and put it into the axe. It can be said that as soon as this treasure was completed, it was tainted with the aura of Chenxiang. Only Chenxiang could use it as easily as waving his arm, like a natural natal magic weapon.

On Flower Fruit Mountain, Sun Wukong, wearing a cassock, stood atop the mountain, looking at the Seven Sages of Meishan and the Howling Celestial Dog who were imposing on Flower Fruit Mountain, as well as the 1,200 grass-headed gods under Yang Jian's command.

"Hey~ Erlang Shen, you've come to my Flower Fruit Mountain with such a grand entourage, are you here to bring me bad luck?"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice:
"Sun Wukong, stop pretending to be crazy! I know Chenxiang is with you. Hand him over to me, and I can leave Flower Fruit Mountain right now. I can also return Pigsy to you!"

As Yang Jian spoke, he glanced at Zhu Bajie, who was bound hand and foot to the side.

Sun Wukong patted the golden cudgel lying across his lap and chuckled:

"What agarwood and musk? There's no such person on my Flower Fruit Mountain. As for that idiot next to you, he looks familiar, but we're not that close. Whether you, Erlang Shen, want to fry him or boil him is none of my business." Sun Wukong waved his hand, looking completely indifferent, and turned his back on the table.

Pigsy stared wide-eyed at the scene, as if he had returned to the days when the monkey would play tricks on him whenever he had nothing to do on the journey to the West.

"Ouch!!! You heartless monkey!!!"

"Shut up!"

The celestial dog, Xiaotian, immediately used its front paws to seal Zhu Bajie's mouth, and even barked symbolically a few times towards Flower Fruit Mountain.

Erlang Shen withdrew his gaze and looked down at Sun Wukong.

"Sun Wukong, are you determined to get the precious agarwood today?"

"Hey~ I told you, there's no such thing as agarwood or musk here at Flower Fruit Mountain! But if Erlang Shen wants a fight, I'm ready anytime~"

As Sun Wukong finished speaking, the golden cudgel lying horizontally on his legs emitted a buzzing sound and quickly stood up, pointing towards the sky.

Behind Erlang Shen, the many grass-root gods and the six brothers of Meishan also paused in their breathing. The power that Sun Wukong had just exuded seemed to have taken them back to the time when 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals had not yet surrendered Huaguo Mountain.

It was this stick that made the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, the Nine Luminaries, the Seventy-Two Constellations, and everyone else unable to raise their heads.

Yang Jian looked down at Sun Wukong, and the fighting spirit in Sun Wukong's eyes impressed him. He felt an itch to fight.
Good opponents are rare, especially those who are evenly matched like Sun Wukong and his brother Guangyi.

"What a magnificent Victorious Fighting Buddha! The battle between us, which ended inconclusively over a thousand years ago, shall be settled today!"

Sun Wukong grinned, waved his cassock, and the familiar armor beneath the cassock reappeared before everyone's eyes.

A flash of silver light appeared in Yang Jian's hand, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade quickly appeared, carrying an incomparably powerful fighting spirit, and slashed straight at Sun Wukong!
The next moment, the golden cudgel came at him, producing a loud clang of metal striking metal.

Soon, the two began to fight, flying from mid-air into the clouds, showing no mercy and determined to win!

The six Meishan brothers of Yunduan Mountain watched this scene with varying expressions. The rugged and unrestrained second brother, Zhang Boshi, somewhat puzzled, transmitted his voice to the eldest brother:
"Brother, Second Master brought us here to put pressure on Chenxiang and make him grow up faster, so why do Second Master and Brother Sun look like they're really fighting now?"

Sensing this telepathic message, Kang Anyu shook his head slightly and said:

"Second brother, haven't you figured it out yet? It's obvious that these two are itching for a fight, and they've met their match. They're turning their charade into a real battle."

Zhang Boshi nodded in sudden realization, but his gaze turned toward the direction of Flower Fruit Mountain.

He could sense a faint presence lurking within the Water Curtain Cave, watching them with an extremely unfriendly gaze.
Although Chenxiang has extremely high talent, with Second Master and Daojun paving the way, he has countless opportunities and has even consumed elixirs, but his cultivation time is still relatively short. If his Meishan brothers do not let go, each of them is confident that they can suppress Chenxiang.

(End of this chapter)