Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

The lower realm is the border between the Southern Continent and the Western Continent.

A vast, boundless desert stretches for thousands of miles, with yellow sand filling the sky and not a trace of life in sight.

A wide river stretches across the middle of the desert, its waters murky and strangely yellowish-brown. Not a single piece of driftwood can be seen on the surface; only a chilling stillness prevails.

This is the Liusha River.

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening crash, General Rolling Curtain's imposing body plummeted from the heavens in a disheveled state, creating towering, turbid waves hundreds of feet high on the muddy river surface.

The icy river water instantly submerged him, and the strange, weak water power it contained frantically eroded his frail body, which had been stripped of its immortal bones.

"puff……"

Roller struggled painfully to stand up from the water, which only reached his waist, but the immense pressure made even raising his arms incredibly difficult.

He looked around blankly, seeing only a monotonous, dim yellow and deathly stillness.

He was abandoned.

The Heavenly Emperor, to whom he had served for countless eons, ruthlessly abandoned him.

An endless sense of sorrow and despair gripped his heart.

Why?

He couldn't understand why his knees suddenly became uncontrollable, and why he, who was so loyal, had ended up like this.

Just as he was in a daze, countless extremely sharp golden sword shadows suddenly descended from the sky.

That was the vicious curse in the imperial edict of the Jade Emperor!

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Thousands of flying swords, accompanied by an extremely piercing sound, mercilessly pierced his chest, drawing up sprays of dark red blood.

"ah--!!!"

The curtain emitted a heart-wrenching scream, the extreme pain of being pierced by a thousand swords caused his burly body to convulse violently, tumbling wildly in the murky river.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of this turbid quicksand river.

In an extremely secluded mud cave, Jin Chanzi's fourth incarnation began with utter misfortune.

This time, he was reincarnated as an old turtle that had lived for countless millennia, its back covered in moss.

When his extremely faint spiritual consciousness awakened, he completely collapsed.

It's the animal realm again?!

Sage of Guidance! What the hell are you doing?!

Jin Chanzi let out a silent roar of extreme grief and indignation in his heart.

In my first life, I was a fish, and I was eaten by a dragon.

In his second life, he was a bird and was roasted.

In my third life, I was a pig and was slaughtered.

In his fourth life, he turned into an old turtle that could barely move!

Is this Journey to the West: Great Calamity script set in hell mode from the very beginning?

Jin Chanzi felt an extremely violent tremor coming from above, along with faint, shrill screams, which made him extremely uneasy.

He shook his wrinkled neck and struggled to peek his head out of the heavy tortoise shell, trying to see what was happening outside.

His murky, turtle-like eyes had just peeked out of the water.

Then he saw an extremely large black shadow descend from the sky with the force of a thunderbolt, smashing down on his tortoise shell with perfect accuracy.

It was General Rolling Curtain who had been driven mad by the torment of being pierced by ten thousand swords and was now frantically thrashing about in the river.

Jin Chanzi's turtle-like eyes instantly filled with extreme terror.

He tried to pull his head back, but his aged body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

"Bang--!!!"

A deafeningly loud, muffled, and utterly disgusting bang.

The Curtain-Rolling General's massive body slammed solidly into the old turtle's shell.

The hard tortoise shell, which was said to be able to withstand attacks from ordinary immortal artifacts, couldn't even last a second under the impact of Roll Curtain's massive body.

"Snap—smack!"

The tortoise shell, along with the flesh inside, was smashed into a disgusting mess of moss and mud.

Jin Chanzi's fourth incarnation ended abruptly and in a very frustrating manner, in less than half a breath after he peeked out.

His spirit, filled with endless resentment and bewilderment, floated out of the pool of meat paste, only to be mercilessly dragged towards the underworld by a domineering force of reincarnation.

Inside the Judge's Hall of the Underworld.

The Demon Lord Wutian was sitting with his legs crossed in great comfort, skillfully twirling the life-and-death judge's pen that exuded a chilling aura with just one finger.

Suddenly, he sensed something, and a wicked smile spread across his face.

He picked up the Reincarnation Jade Slip on the table and probed into it with his divine sense.

When he saw how Jin Chanzi died in his fourth incarnation, he could no longer hold back.

"Hahahaha!"

Extremely arrogant and unrestrained laughter echoed in the gloomy Judge's Hall.

"Being crushed to death by a celestial general banished to the mortal realm? That's incredibly creative! It's practically the very heavens are on my side!"

Wutian laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

As he looked at the Golden Cicada's true spirit, which had been dragged back to the underworld and was now extremely dim and on the verge of collapse, his smile became even more sinister.

"Old bald monk, your precious disciple is really tough. He didn't even have his soul scattered after all that."

"But it's okay, the game has only just begun."

"For this fifth life, I'll arrange an even more exciting script for you, one you'll never forget!"

Wutian picked up the Judge of Life and Death Pen, and the tip of the pen swept across the jade slip, making an extremely piercing "shh" sound.

On his masked face, a cruel smile appeared that chilled all the ghost messengers to the bone.