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

He turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The black bear demon wielded a halberd, his moves were wide and sweeping, each strike seemingly capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth.

The soil cracked beneath my feet, and the earth trembled slightly.

When the Black Bear Spirit first arrived, he was already at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm. Including the years Ye Feng and the Monkey King spent in the Heavenly Court, he had been cultivating in seclusion on Flower Fruit Mountain for over forty years.

Having received instruction in several supernatural abilities from Ye Feng and consumed numerous elixirs and miraculous medicines from the Dragon Palace's treasury, his cultivation level advanced once again.

If one cultivates diligently for another hundred years, it is highly likely that one will reach the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Looking across the entire Eastern Continent, he could certainly be considered a great demon.

In comparison, the white figure appeared slender and agile.

Holding a long sword with a chilling gleam, his movements were as swift as smoke and mist, like a butterfly dancing in the wind, as he constantly fought against the Black Bear Spirit.

On the surface, the Black Bear Demon appeared to be unstoppable, pressing forward relentlessly.

But in Ye Feng's eyes, every move was difficult and fraught with danger.

The hand gripping the halberd trembled slightly, indicating that it was at its last gasp.

Every strike from the opponent precisely targeted his weaknesses.

"This woman's strength is no less than Nezha's."

Ye Feng pondered to himself, his brows furrowing slightly as he considered whether the name "Ao Luan" had ever appeared in "Journey to the West".

A moment later, nothing was found.

The original work describes the dragon clans of the four seas very little, only the names of the four dragon kings and the third prince of the West Sea, the White Dragon.

The rest of the clansmen were not mentioned at all.

Moreover, Ye Feng had already realized that the world he lived in was not simply a copy of the "Journey to the West" he had seen in his previous life.

This is a more complete world with its own independent and profound historical context.

The "Journey to the West" from my previous life was just the tip of the iceberg, showing only a very limited portion of the story.

Furthermore, the book's setting contradicts many aspects of the Investiture of the Gods system.

The most prominent example is Nezha—

When I read "Journey to the West" in my previous life, I knew that the feud between Nezha and Li Jing and his son was roughly the same...

However, the book states that it was the Buddha who helped him reshape his lotus body.

This world clearly follows the tradition of the Investiture of the Gods and the Primordial Era: Nezha is a direct disciple of Taiyi Zhenren, and his lotus root incarnation was also bestowed upon him by his master.

Therefore, it is not surprising that there is another Ao Luan among the dragons.

The four continents may appear calm on the surface, but in reality, they are turbulent and unfathomable.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng quietly activated the Golden Crow Divine Eye and stared at Ao Luan.

Previously, she was shrouded in a hazy white light, making it difficult to see her true appearance. Now, however, she is clearly visible—

He was taken aback.

She was a girl of about sixteen years old, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a heroic spirit and an unassailable aura.

"Is this a baby dragon?"

Ye Feng's thoughts raced. Dragons have lifespans far exceeding those of humans; it takes them a thousand years to reach adulthood.

The Ao Luan before me has a youthful face and is estimated to be only six or seven hundred years old. He is clearly still an immature dragon.

But that's not the point.

What truly made Ye Feng's pupils shrink was the scene he saw through his divine eye—

In the dim light, a nine-clawed white dragon rose into the air and coiled behind her; it was her true dragon soul form!

Nine-clawed white dragon!

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat, his gaze suddenly turned calm, and his thoughts raced.

In this mythical world, everything depends on one's origin.

The level of one's foundation often determines the upper limit of one's spiritual cultivation.

For example, his own bloodline—if it weren't for the system bestowing upon him the Golden Crow bloodline at the beginning of his transmigration, he would have had difficulty even becoming an Earth Immortal, let alone stepping into the Celestial Immortal realm, having only cultivated with the talent of an ordinary raven.

How could I possibly stand shoulder to shoulder with a monkey and be sincerely called "senior brother" by him?

This is the foundation.

Even the monkey beside him, if it had not been nurtured by the Heaven-Mending Stone and absorbed a thousand years of spiritual energy in Flower Fruit Mountain, how could it have achieved what it has today?

Not to mention becoming a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi and receiving the supreme Dao.

As for the nine-clawed dragon—as far as Ye Feng knew, it was the supreme form of the dragon race.

The legendary Dragon Ancestor had a body with nine claws.

Yinglong, who once assisted the Yellow Emperor in his conquest of Chiyou, was nothing more than a six-clawed golden dragon.

"She... has the potential to become a quasi-saint."

Ye Feng's eyes turned serious as he instantly connected the fragments of heavenly secrets he had previously comprehended.

His gaze slowly shifted to the gleaming sword in Ao Luan's hand—

Its sharpness was formidable, not inferior to the Demon Emperor's Sword in the slightest.

Dragons, Nine Claws, Ancestral Dragon, Cause and Effect, Chance...

All the clues intertwine, quietly pointing to a destiny that has been buried in the past.

Ye Feng had already made up his mind.

The duel between the Black Bear Spirit and Ao Luan is in full swing.

Suddenly, Ao Luan let out a soft shout, and the long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

She no longer dodged and weaved as before, but instead moved with her sword, becoming one with it, and slashed straight at the black bear demon.

In an instant, a dragon's roar pierced the sky, and from afar, her figure transformed into a white dragon phantom, sweeping across the battlefield with the force to shatter the heavens.

The Black Bear Spirit was overjoyed at the sight. Previously, Ao Luan had been dodging and weaving, causing his attacks to repeatedly miss their mark, like punching at empty air, leaving him extremely frustrated.

At this moment, she took the initiative to confront him, which suited him exactly.

He immediately gathered his strength in his arms, raised his halberd and slashed with all his might—the force was so strong that even a mountain forged from a hundred-times-refined steel would be split in two!

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing reverberated throughout the surrounding area.

The aftershocks spread, cracking the ground inch by inch and tossing the grass. The two forces, black and white, collided in the air, creating surging air currents.

The monkeys watching immediately screamed and scattered, hastily trying to avoid this violent aura.

boom!

The black light vanished abruptly, and a massive black shadow was seen flying backward with lightning speed.

Immediately following a loud crash, the figure slammed heavily into the mountainside, causing the entire mountain to shake violently, with rocks tumbling down and dust billowing everywhere.

Ye Feng gently shook his head.

How many collapsed hilltops had he seen in Huaguo Mountain?

If it weren't for his mastery of the art of manipulating nature and stabilizing the earth's veins in time, this mountain would probably have been ruined long ago.

He couldn't help but miss the Heavenly Palace—where everything was indestructible, even a single mountain was a thousand times better than anything in the mortal world.

Neither he nor Wukong paid any attention to the Black Bear Spirit's predicament. After all, this fellow was thick-skinned and tough; although the attack was heavy, it wasn't enough to fundamentally damage him.

Sure enough, a short while later, the rocks burst open, and a figure stepped out. His already dark face now appeared even more gloomy.

He held the broken halberd in both hands, his face filled with regret.

"My precious little bear..."

He held the broken halberd up to his eyes, his eyes reddening, almost bursting into tears.

Finding a satisfactory weapon over the years has been incredibly difficult, but this Fangtian Halberd was a gift from Ye Feng, and he cherishes it dearly for its weight, material, and spiritual essence.

Today, however, it was severed by a single sword; how could my heart not feel like it was being torn apart?

A sword wound was clearly visible on his armor, and blood was seeping out continuously, but he paid no attention to it.

The physical pain is ultimately no match for the pain of losing troops.

The white dragon's illusory form faded, revealing Ao Luan, who coldly stared at the black bear demon and sneered, "You shameless bear demon! This Fangtian Halberd was originally a treasure of my Dragon Palace. It's one thing for you to take it for yourself, but now that I'm destroying my own possession, what does it have to do with you?"

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Sun Wukong and Ye Feng. She had sensed their extraordinary nature during the battle.

"So you are Ye Feng and Sun Wukong?"

Wukong immediately grinned: "Hehe, it's me, Old Sun! Little girl, what brings you here?"

Ye Feng simply smiled and remained silent, then turned to look at the Black Bear Spirit. Seeing that he was still clutching the broken halberd and weeping, he couldn't help but sigh softly and waved his sleeve.

A streak of dark light flew out from the sleeve and landed with a "clang" in front of the black bear demon's feet.

It was a long halberd, entirely black, heavy and imposing, with faint black lightning crackling around it, emanating an unsettling aura.

This is the God-Slaying Halberd—Ye Feng once seized it from Marshal Yisheng in the Heavenly Court. It was originally a divine weapon bestowed upon him by Emperor Gouchen. It contains the power to slay gods with lightning, and its power far surpasses that of the Dragon Palace's Fangtian Halberd. It is truly a superior divine artifact.

Upon first sight, the black bear spirit's eyes burned with desire, and he hurriedly wiped away his tears and reached out to grab her.

Unexpectedly, the moment his fingertips touched the ground, he was struck by a bolt of black lightning and abruptly withdrew his hand.

But he was not discouraged at all. Instead, he became even more excited and quickly used his magic to wrap his palm and gripped the God-Slaying Halberd tightly once more.

With a casual wave of his hand, wind and thunder suddenly arose, sand and stones beneath his feet swirled into the air, and the world changed color.

Overjoyed, he looked up at Ye Feng and asked, "Master, this... is it for me?"

Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly, "Is there someone else here? Just accept it. What's with all the crying? She's cutting her own things, why are you so upset? You're really pathetic."

The Black Bear Spirit laughed heartily, kowtowing in gratitude as he exclaimed, "It's my fault for being so useless! It's my fault for being so useless! But our Flower Fruit Mountain has countless treasures, far surpassing anything the little Dragon Palace can offer!"

Upon hearing these words, Ao Luan's face immediately turned red with anger, and she pouted.

"Utterly shameless! You stole my Dragon Palace's treasures and still dare to be so arrogant! It's simply hateful!"

She turned to Wukong and coldly questioned, "Are you the Monkey King who calls himself the 'Great Sage Equal to Heaven'?"

Upon hearing this, Wukong was overjoyed. This title had only recently spread, and it was the height of his pride; he immediately nodded repeatedly.

"It is indeed me, Old Sun! Little girl, you've heard of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"

Ao Luan sneered, "You dare call yourself a 'Saint'? I'd say 'Faceless Great Saint' is more fitting! Quickly return the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and we can still discuss it; otherwise—"

A cold glint flashed in her longsword. "Don't blame me for being merciless!"

Upon hearing this, Wukong burst into laughter, reached into his ear, pulled out a golden cudgel, and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a seven-foot-long iron rod…

clang--

He slammed his golden cudgel heavily on the ground and asked with a smile, "The 'Sea-Stabilizing Needle' you speak of, could it be this iron rod?"

Ao Luan spotted the thinner end at a glance and nodded repeatedly, "Exactly! Hurry up and return it!"

The monkey grinned: "Then you're too late. This treasure is already destined to be mine, and it has long since recognized me as its master. Besides, it was given to me personally by your father, so how could I take it back? You little girl, you must have just left. I've always been kind to the young, so I won't hold it against you. Hurry back to the Dragon Palace."

Ao Luan was so angry that his chest heaved, unable to utter a single word. He simply raised the Kunwu sword high above his head and brought it down with a fierce slash—

"You shameless monkey, take this!"

This sword strike came without warning, yet its power was earth-shattering.

A beam of white light, like a silver thread falling from the sky, pierced through the void, as if splitting heaven and earth in two, and struck straight at the monkey's head.

"Hmm?" Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly. "Refining swordsmanship into threads?"

This is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, attainable by only a very few sword cultivators.

The so-called "sword training into silk" refers to condensing sword energy into a formless and intangible state, as fine as a gossamer thread.

Such a strike is incomparably sharp, and nothing can withstand it.

If one possesses exceptional talent and receives guidance from a master, one can make the sword energy shift between reality and illusion, reaching the legendary realm of "one sword breaking all laws".

Such cultivation is rarely matched by anyone in the Three Realms.

Legend has it that Yu Ding Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, once used this technique to dominate the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. When he drew his Immortal-Slaying Sword, countless immortals of the Jie Sect perished on the spot.

Faced with this sudden attack, even the monkey paled and instinctively raised its staff to block.

Just then, Ye Feng let out a soft hum and suddenly appeared in front of the monkey, his sleeves fluttering—one sleeve to meet the sword energy, and the other to block the golden cudgel.

He appeared so fast that even the monkey didn't have time to stop.