Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

As the sword fell, the primordial chaos appeared in the world.

All was silent; heaven and earth were speechless.

That sword light cleaved through the chaos, carving out order and establishing laws within the void.

Even the Great Emperor Gouchen was shaken to his core upon seeing this sword, and nearly submitted to it.

Can't resist.

They couldn't even muster the will to resist.

The sword light arrived in an instant.

But Gouchen was ultimately ranked among the Four Emperors. In the face of death, the last glimmer of clarity in his mind suddenly awoke, and he regained his senses at the critical moment of life and death!

Without a second thought, he roared and revealed all his trump cards!

At this moment, he had no more treasures to use.

The Tengshe Sword is gone, the Binding Demon Rope is gone, the Cuiwei Yin-Yang Lamp is shattered, the Doutian Net is broken, the Sun-Shooting Bow is broken, and the Sunset Arrow is severed—all these magical treasures are no more.

It doesn't matter.

His true trump card never needs any external assistance.

A roar tore through the void, and his fists slammed out, thunderous explosions resounding through the heavens!

The power of creation surged forth like a river flowing backward, and the physical body instantly split apart, with thirty-three Gouchen Emperors appearing in the world!

Thirty-three figures, thirty-three Great Luo Golden Immortals, simultaneously threw their fists—the Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Divine Fist, shattering the heavens and splitting the primordial chaos!

This punch is enough to crush a vast universe;

This attack would annihilate even a Great Luo Golden Immortal at the peak of his cultivation!

The fists swept across, distorting space and time, and collapsing the void, as if they were about to create a crack in the chaos!

But Ye Feng's sword was as steady as an unchanging star track.

Without hesitation, without fluctuation, only a sword light gently descended.

cut!

The first statue of Gouchen was severed from its body and head, with waves of blood surging into the sky.

The fist struck his body, piercing through his chest.

The second sword strike begins, followed by another slash.

The third sword strike brought death once more.

The sword light flowed like clouds and water, neither fast nor slow, yet it calmed the chaos and determined the primordial order.

A fleeting moment? Eternity?

No one could speak out.

As the last wisp of sword intent swept across this world, all thirty-three figures of unparalleled dominance were annihilated.

Emperor Gouchen remained standing in the same spot, maintaining his punching posture, completely still.

As the aftershocks subsided, the vast territory of the Western Heavenly Palace was reduced to scorched earth and ruins.

The wind stopped, and the dust settled.

Gou Chen slowly turned his head. Ten feet away, Ye Feng stood with his back to him, his long sword still in his hand, his posture unchanged.

A barely perceptible sword mark quietly appeared on his neck, instantly spreading to his entire head.

Blood from the corner of his mouth spilled out, a glaring crimson.

"Thailand...King..."

"Good... sword..."

His lips moved slightly, he struggled to speak, and before he could finish his sentence, his head flew into the air!

Blood gushed out wildly, like a waterfall cascading down.

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, and the mountains and rivers across millions of miles resonated with a mournful cry.

The heavens wept bitterly, and blood rain fell from the nine heavens, staining the entire eternally magnificent scene red.

Suppressed, suffocating, everything is silent.

The Heavenly Emperor has fallen, and all the heavens grieve.

His primordial spirit was unable to escape—that sword strike was too domineering, using primordial chaos as its blade, annihilating his true spirit and even severing the path of reincarnation.

Amidst the rain of blood, Ye Feng let out a soft groan as thirty-three bloody holes burst open inside his body. His knees buckled, and he collapsed forward to kneel.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword plunged into the ground, supporting the teetering body.

The blood of the Golden Crow gushed from the wounds, leaving the body covered in wounds and the primordial spirit nearly exhausted.

Since embarking on the path of immortality, I have never been so disheveled, never been so exhausted.

He closed his eyes and silently circulated the "Chaos Golden Crow Technique," adjusting his remaining vital energy.

The wound throbs, flesh regenerates, and bones reform.

Half an hour later, his appearance had returned to normal.

But only he knows the wounds he carries inside.

The blood rain had not stopped, and the Taoist robe was already torn to shreds, hanging on his body like tattered rags.

He got up, walked to the remains of the Heavenly Net, picked up the Nine-Sun Golden Crow Robe, and put it on.

The Demon Emperor Sword and the Seven Treasures Tree were retrieved one by one.

He casually retrieved the fragments of the Sky-Piercing Net, the broken wood of the Sun-Shooting Bow, and the broken arrowhead of the Sunset Arrow, and put them all into his sleeve.

He then strolled a distance away, picked up the shattered Emerald Light Yin-Yang Lamp, and gathered it together with the Tengshe Sword and the Demon-Binding Rope.

After doing all this, he slowly walked to the body of Emperor Gouchen.

He gazed at this man who had once ruled the four kingdoms and remained silent for a long time.

He bent down, lifted the head, and placed it on his body.

With a light tap of the fingertip, a flame of true sunlight gently descends.

Golden flames leaped, scorching the sky and boiling the sea.

Even the mighty golden body quickly crumbled in the flames, eventually turning to ashes and scattering with the blood rain.

Millions of years of cultivation, all gone in a single day.

Only a Taoist robe remained lying quietly in place—untouched by the raging fire, completely unharmed.

It's just that a section of the sleeve is missing.

Perfectly clothed.

Ye Feng bent down to pick it up, without any greed, and carefully folded it before walking towards the ruins of the collapsed Gouchen Palace.

He gently put it down, took a step back, and bowed deeply.

"Heaven and earth are like a furnace, where only a single thread can be forged."

"Fellow Daoist, may you rest in peace."

After speaking, he turned around and walked alone through the rain of blood, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Tongming Palace.

Gouchen is dead, but the turmoil continues.

The murder of one emperor and four rulers is enough to shake the very foundation of the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Palace will surely exert all its strength to kill him today.

But the game has already begun, and the outcome is still uncertain.

He did what he was supposed to do; now, let's see how the monkeys manipulate things.

With steady steps, he broke through the ruins and headed towards the Tongming Hall.

Thai King Ye Feng wins!

The Heavenly Emperor has fallen, and all the heavens grieve.

Blood rained down across the Thirty-Three Heavens, and countless immortals and gods witnessed the emperor's demise.

Thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls were all stained with blood.

Half an hour later, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed.

But the Heavenly Court was plunged into an eerie silence.

Countless powerful beings looked up at the unchanging sky of the Thirty-Three Heavens, and the blood rain, like tears, gradually subsided.

One of the Four Emperors, how could he have perished like this?

Deep within the Palace of Stars, a woman in a golden robe stood silently in the void, her fingertips tightly gripping a pagoda adorned with the Four Symbols. Within the pagoda, demonic energy surged, and countless spirits bowed in submission, as if the entire underworld were held in her palm.

In the third level, a demon king with golden wings on its back frantically flapped its wings, traversing ninety thousand miles with a single flap, yet it could never break free from the shackles of that starry universe. The vast starry sky was like a cage, and no matter how it struggled, it could only revolve around the trajectory of fate.

The fourth level is a desolate ice field, shrouded in cold mist and covered in white snow.

A black bear spirit roared and transformed into a colossal body tens of thousands of feet tall, shaking the heavens and earth. Yet, this world remained cold and silent, like an eternal graveyard, swallowing up all the restlessness.

The True Martial Emperor paused, and a torrential rain of blood poured down, draping the majestic Heavenly Palace in a crimson veil.

He looked up and heard the heavens and earth wailing.

The Western Heavenly Emperor... is dead.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and Zhenwu's heart sank.

He had just subdued the Flood Dragon King and was about to rush to the Lingxiao Palace to report back when he suddenly stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

After a long while, as the blood rain subsided, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Heaven's will is like a knife, cutting people invisibly."

Outside the Tongming Hall, the Buddha lowered his eyes and focused his mind, watching the last trace of blood on the horizon quietly disappear.

The mischievous monkey still hadn't jumped out of his palm.

Strange phenomena occurred one after another, which shocked the monkey, disturbing its mind, and it sensed the mournful cry coming from the depths of heaven and earth.

But it didn't know that it was an omen of the fall of Emperor Gouchen; it only thought it was the death of some great being.

Her heart skipped a beat: "Could it be... that something happened to my senior brother?"

The thought immediately made me panic.

"Monkey King, aren't we setting off yet?"

The Buddha's voice came softly, like cold water poured over his head, and the monkey immediately sobered up.

He gritted his teeth inwardly: "Don't overthink it! Win this old monk's bet first. My senior brother is very clever, his escape techniques are unparalleled, there's no way he'll be defeated."

"What's the rush? Old Sun's leaving now!"

He agreed verbally, and taking advantage of the Buddha's momentary distraction, he leaped into the air!

With a somersault, his figure transformed into a streak of light, instantly traversing tens of thousands of miles.

The wind whistled past its ears, but it didn't stop; it immediately launched a second somersault.

One after another, it tumbled and rolled, so many times that even it couldn't count how many somersaults it had done, only feeling that it was probably hundreds of millions of miles away from the Tongming Palace.

Looking out, the sea of ​​clouds surges and the fairy mountains appear and disappear, with peaks rising one after another, as if a fairyland is floating in the void.

It did not leave the Heavenly Realm through the Four Heavenly Gates, but remained within this vast Heavenly Domain.

However, the Celestial Realm is an independent world, and apart from the cloud path underfoot, the scenery is no different from that of the Lower Realm.

After flying for an unknown period of time, suddenly five colossal pillars rose from the sea of ​​clouds, piercing the sky, as if the entire Thirty-Three Heavens were being supported by them.

The monkey landed, circled the five peaks once, and its eyes rolled slightly.

The moment my feet touched the ground, my abdomen tightened suddenly, and a surge of urge to urinate came rushing in.

Looking around, the clouds and mist obscured the sky, and there was no one around. It grinned, sneaked to the foot of the first mountain, and peed loudly.

The Buddha, observing with his wisdom-seeing eye, frowned slightly.

That monkey... it's both shameful and despicable.

But it doesn't matter, you'll have your moment to cry later.

Once I've subdued this fiend, I'll go and settle accounts with that golden crow.

Just as I was pondering this, I suddenly felt a violent tremor in my palm!

Suddenly, the monkey swung his golden cudgel and smashed it down hard on the second mountain peak—with a deafening roar, rocks shattered and clouds collapsed!

Buddha gasped in shock!

Has this monkey gone mad?!

Before anyone could react, the monkey had already taken off again, its speed increasing dramatically, more than twice as fast as before!

Was he holding back earlier? Was urinating just a pretext? Was he trying to distract me?!

The Buddha's expression changed drastically, but it was already too late.

The figure vanished in the blink of an eye, almost breaking free of the palm's domain!

In an instant, Buddha's power was no longer concealed. The Buddha Kingdom in his palm was fully activated, revealing its true form—the monkey, following Ye Feng's plan, immediately went on a rampage after urinating, but instantly realized something was wrong.

Looking down, where were the mountains and sea of ​​clouds?

Beneath his feet was clearly an enormous Buddha's palm! The palm lines undulated like mountains, and the flow of energy resembled a surging river. As he flew forward, the palm stretched infinitely, seemingly without end, and no matter how he moved, he remained trapped between its five fingers!

"What kind of supernatural power is this?!"

The monkey bristled, its magical power surging, and it fled for its life!

Three breaths, traversing hundreds of thousands of miles, and yet it's still spinning in my palm!

Behind him, chanting filled the air, and Buddhist light shone everywhere. A world began to evolve within the palm of his hand—

Bodhi trees stood tall, the golden palace shimmered, and countless Arhats sat cross-legged chanting scriptures, the chants echoing like a tidal wave. Several dragon roars pierced the sky, and the Eight Heavenly Dragons circled around to protect the Dharma, auspicious clouds swirling around, exactly like the sacred mountain paradise.

A flower is a world, a tree is a Bodhi tree.

Shakyamuni no longer held back; a Buddha-land suddenly appeared in his palm, completely different from before.

This time, the Buddhist kingdom was no longer an illusion, but a real existence—Arhats were arrayed in formation, and the Eight Heavenly Dragons circled around them, all of whom were his disciples, summoned by him with supreme supernatural powers, and condensed into a real world in his palm.

The Buddhist kingdom expanded like a living thing, radiating auspicious light, sweeping in relentlessly after the monkey. If the monkey hesitated even slightly, he would be completely engulfed. Once inside, there was no escape; the bet would be immediately void.

"At this rate, no matter how fast I, Old Sun, am, I'll eventually be swept up in this Buddhist kingdom."

The monkey's heart sank. He thought to himself that if he were really sucked in, he would probably be thrown back into the Buddha's palm in an instant, and all his efforts would be in vain.

He gritted his teeth and took out a delicate jade disc from his bosom.

The jade disc was no bigger than a fingertip, warm and translucent in the hand. With a gentle squeeze, it shattered with a crack, and a jet-black shadow burst forth, darting into the monkey's body like lightning.

"Um?"

The Buddha's gaze narrowed slightly, and his brows furrowed gently.

In an instant, the monkey's form changed dramatically! In the blink of an eye, its body swelled to hundreds of feet, transforming into the appearance of an ancient ancestral witch—a human face and a bird's body, with four wings on its back and six ferocious claws on its chest, abdomen, and legs. It was none other than the true form of Dijiang at the beginning of chaos!