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The West Sea is an extremely remote, turbulent underwater swamp.

The place was dimly lit, filled with rotting seaweed and the bones of unknown creatures, emitting an extremely foul stench.

A small loach, no longer than a palm and grayish-brown in color, was desperately burying itself in the cold, smelly mud, with only its eyes, smaller than sesame seeds, sticking out as it stared blankly at the murky seawater around it.

This is the fifth incarnation of Jin Chanzi.

When his extremely weak, nearly collapsed spiritual consciousness awoke, he completely broke down.

loach!

He actually turned into a mudfish!

We still live in this godforsaken, stinking ditch!

Saints of Amitabha and Cundi! What on earth are you doing?!

Jin Chanzi let out an extremely shrill, yet completely inaudible, silent roar in his heart.

In his first life, he was a fish, but was eaten by a dragon and died a very hasty death.

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

In his third life, he was a pig, slaughtered, and died a very painful death.

In his fourth life, he was a turtle. As soon as he poked his head out, a huge man fell from the sky and smashed him into mincemeat. He died a very humiliating death.

He thought this was the worst he could ever be.

But he never expected that the damned ghost messenger in the underworld would be even more vicious than he imagined! This fifth life turned him into a mudfish at the very bottom of the food chain, with no ability to even protect himself!

Is this Journey to the West calamity script set in hell mode from the very beginning? Ten lifetimes of reincarnation—if he can survive even for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he'll be considered a victor!

Jin Chanzi felt waves of despair wash over him; he didn't even have the strength to swim. He just wanted to rot in the mud, waiting for death to come at any moment.

Just when he was giving up on himself and feeling utterly hopeless.

The seawater above him suddenly began to churn violently.

A golden light, carrying an aura of extreme panic and terror, crashed down from a great distance like a kite with a broken string.

"boom!"

The golden light crashed heavily into the swamp, stirring up clouds of silt and foul-smelling mud.

Jin Chanzi was so shaken by the enormous impact that he tumbled several times in the mud.

He steadied himself and looked in utter terror toward the direction where the golden light had fallen.

A figure, looking extremely disheveled, struggled to crawl out of the mud pit.

It was an extremely dim, almost transparent primordial spirit. The primordial spirit resembled the Joyful Arhat whose golden body had been shattered by Lin Xuan's slap in the West Sea Dragon Palace!

It turned out that at the moment his golden body was shattered, he managed to escape with a wisp of his remnant soul at the cost of severe damage to his primordial spirit.

He was terrified and dared not linger for a moment. He couldn't tell which way was north, south, east, or west, and instinctively fled frantically in what he thought was a safe direction.

He never dreamed that in his panic, he would plunge headlong into this quagmire of death where Jin Chanzi was reborn for the fifth time.

"Lin Xuan... Pangu Palace... Demons! They're all demons!"

The remnant soul of the Joyful Arhat trembled violently, uttering delirious murmurs filled with extreme fear.

He now only wants to get as far away from that sea as possible, and only wants to escape back to Mount Sumeru and hide under the protection of the saint.

He struggled to keep his collapsing spirit going, climbed out of the mud pit, and took illusory steps, frantically running through the mud, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When Jin Chanzi saw this, he was so frightened that his whole body stiffened.

Although he was just a small mudfish, he still had an extremely instinctive connection to the aura of the Western religion deep within his soul.

They're one of us!

A faint glimmer of hope welled up in Jin Chanzi's heart.

He wanted to call for help, to tell the other person that he was Jin Chanzi, the hope for the revival of the Western religion!

He used all his strength to open his mouth, which was barely bigger than the eye of a pin, trying to make a sound.

However, what sound could a mudfish like him possibly make?

The still-shaken Arhat was completely unaware that a tiny, insignificant life was hidden in the foul-smelling mud beneath his feet.

In his mind, there was only Lin Xuan's colossal hand that blotted out the sky, and the endless fear of his golden body shattering inch by inch.

He ran, and ran...

Then, with extreme precision, he stepped down.

"Pfft."

A very faint, extremely disgusting sound rang out.

It's like stepping on a tiny bubble filled with mud and popping it.

Jin Chanzi, who was desperately trying to call for help, felt an irresistible, overwhelming force descend from the sky.

His body, more fragile than a toothpick, didn't even have a chance to struggle before the Joyful Arhat's foot, formed from the power of his primordial spirit, firmly stomped him deep into the mud.

Along with his last glimmer of hope and endless grief, he was crushed into a pile of flesh indistinguishable from the surrounding mud.

In his fifth incarnation, Jin Chanzi was tragically and absurdly trampled to death by one of his own men who was fleeing in panic, before he could even cry for help.

His true spirit, carrying a ten thousand times more intense resentment and bewilderment than all four of his previous lives combined, slowly drifted out from that pool of flesh.

Before he could even see who had trampled him to death, he was once again pulled mercilessly towards the underworld by that familiar and domineering force of reincarnation.

The culprit, the Joyful Arhat, didn't even realize what he was stepping on. Like a headless fly, he disappeared in terror into the depths of the dark swamp.

……

Mount Sumeru, amidst the ruins of its dilapidated main hall.

The guide was sitting cross-legged on a moldy futon, clutching his empty, bleeding left eye socket with one hand in extreme pain, while his other hand was laboriously deducing the secrets of heaven, trying to see if Jin Chanzi's path to reincarnation was going smoothly.

The successive sudden deaths of his previous four incarnations had already destabilized his Dao heart, and even his saintly essence had suffered a loss.

He now places all his hopes on this fifth incarnation.

"Please, please don't let anything else happen...please, please don't let anything else happen..."

He muttered to himself nervously, his one intact eye fixed on the void in front of him, so tense that he forgot to breathe.

suddenly!

A sudden, intense throbbing ran through his heart!

That terrifying force of causal backlash, which he was all too familiar with, exploded once again!

The already thin thread of cause and effect between him and Jin Chanzi was severed again, with extreme decisiveness!

"puff--!!!"

Jieyin was struck dumb, frozen in place as if by lightning.

The next second, a mouthful of dark golden holy blood, richer and larger than ever before, gushed out of his mouth like a flood bursting its banks, drawing a beautiful arc five feet long in the air.

"Died again...again?!"

Jieyin felt dizzy and everything went black before his eyes, and the last light in his single eye completely dimmed.

He let out a desperate roar, unable to withstand the successive heavy blows any longer. His body went limp, and like a lump of mud, he fell straight down from the prayer mat, completely unconscious.

The thick stench of blood permeated the dilapidated hall, creating an atmosphere of desolation and despair.