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

In Lao Long's view, Huaguo Mountain would be reduced to ruins within a few days.

He was increasingly glad that he hadn't rashly approached.

Just as he was secretly pleased with himself, a seaweed spirit rushed in and knelt down, saying, "Dragon King, the Third Princess is insisting on going to Flower Fruit Mountain to become an apprentice again, and we really can't stop her!"

Upon hearing this, the Dragon King felt a headache coming on. He waved for the man to leave, then got up and hurried to another palace—the Third Princess Palace where Ao Luan resided.

As soon as they stepped through the palace gates, they heard Ao Luan shout angrily, "Get out of my way! Don't block my way, I'm going to Flower Fruit Mountain to become a disciple!"

The Dragon King had a splitting headache and was furious, wondering what kind of bewitching potion Ye Feng had given her.

He strode in, forcing a smile, "Luan'er, why are you throwing a tantrum again?"

At the same time, he waved his hand behind his back, and the aquatic creatures breathed a sigh of relief and retreated one after another.

Ao Luan remained calm, and the room was neatly furnished. She simply said, "Father, you always said that Master had gone to Heaven to serve as an official and that you wouldn't let me go."

Now that I've heard from Prime Minister Turtle that they returned more than a month ago, why are they still trying to stop me?

The Dragon King was speechless, wishing he could stew that talkative old turtle into soup and drink it all.

He forced a smile and said, "My dear daughter, it's not that your father doesn't want you to go, but those two demon kings of Flower Fruit Mountain have offended the heavens. Heavenly troops are coming, and the place will be razed to the ground in a few days. What would you do going there now?"

Ao Luan's heart tightened: "Is it that serious?"

The Dragon King stroked his beard and nodded, feeling somewhat relieved to see the fear on her face.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go save Master!"

Ao Luan blurted out, and the Dragon King's expression instantly became a fascinating mix of emotions.

They say you can't keep a daughter once she's grown up, but she's not even an adult yet!

He took a deep breath and said earnestly:

"My dear girl, do you know what you're talking about? The Flower Fruit Mountain disrupted the Peach Banquet, a crime punishable by Heaven. The Jade Emperor personally appointed the True Martial Demon-Subduing Emperor as commander to lead the army to conquer them."

"Let alone that we can't intervene, even if we wanted to help, with the combined strength of my Four Seas Dragon Clan, we would only be adding to their suffering."

After saying this, he shook his head and sighed, "Enough, enough, let's not talk about this anymore. If you are truly devoted to the sword, the world is vast, and there are countless masters of the sword."

Although I am of humble rank and low position, we have had some friendship over the years. Once this matter is settled, I will definitely find you a respectable and upright family.

Ao Luan stared at him and suddenly said, "Father, you've become timid again."

Ao Guang was so enraged that his dragon whiskers stood on end, and his blood almost boiled. Knowing that he could no longer persuade him, he coldly snorted, "Hand over the Kunwu Sword."

Ao Luan's eyes flickered slightly, and Ao Guang immediately shouted, "What? You're not even obeying your father's orders? Do you intend to fight me?"

Ao Luan pouted, reluctantly walked to the wall, took down the Kunwu sword, and handed it over.

Ao Guang took the sword, turned around and said, "From now on, you will be confined to this palace and are not allowed to go anywhere."

After saying this, he left and summoned a water tribe clerk, who ordered in a deep voice: "Take my token, mobilize 200,000 naval troops, and set up the Nine Dragons Locking the Sky Formation. The princess is not allowed to step out of the palace gates."

After giving his instructions, he turned and left.

……

The matter of the dragons was merely an interlude in a great calamity.

No one but themselves knows the intricacies of the situation.

However, this mobilization by the Heavenly Court is destined to cause tremendous upheavals.

The True Martial Demon-Subduing Emperor guards the Southern Continent, suppressing all demons with his power, causing all evil spirits and heretical sects to be subdued and dare not act rashly.

Now that he had received the imperial decree from the Jade Emperor of Heaven, he inquired about the reason and, without leading any soldiers, only led the Turtle and Snake Generals, quietly headed to the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory.

The moment he moved, the demons of Jambudvipa trembled.

Many demon kings felt a chill run down their spines and secretly began to stir.

Over the years, most of the top-tier demons have been eliminated, and no more demons at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals have appeared in the world.

The rest of them each occupied their own territory, acting cautiously for fear of incurring divine punishment.

Among them, the Lion Camel King is the most powerful and has a deep-rooted foundation.

The day after the departure of the True Martial Demon-Subduing Emperor, in the eastern part of the Southern Continent, there was a continuous and treacherous mountain range.

This place is characterized by towering peaks and swirling clouds and mist, stretching as far as the eye can see, and is known as the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The mountains are filled with demonic energy, and monsters roam freely.

Some were being hunted down by righteous sects and fled to this place for refuge.

There are also those born from the wilderness, growing up amidst bloodshed.

This mountain is called Ten Thousand Lions Mountain, which stretches for millions of miles and is home to all kinds of people, including demons, demonic cultivators, spirits, and mountain spirits.

Its master was none other than the Lion Camel King.

Deep inside the mountains, the terrain suddenly opens up, revealing a city built in the center of the basin.

The city stretched for thousands of miles, with towering walls and demon soldiers in bright armor patrolling its walls.

The city was bustling with noise, strange monsters roamed around, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

The East Market was a marketplace that sold mountain produce, magical artifacts, weapons, and even raw meat and blood.

A wolf-headed monster stood in front of the stall, shouting loudly. Its arms were covered with gray fur. It was half-human and half-beast, and had not yet fully transformed.

His cultivation level is only at the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness stage; he has not yet entered the Immortal Path.

Several gutted rabbit carcasses were displayed on the stall, their meat emitting a tantalizing aroma.

"Look, take a look! Fresh rabbit meat from Luobu Mountain, delicious, cheap and plentiful, and even imbued with spiritual energy, only three demon coins a pound!"

Passing by, a pig-headed monster chuckled and said, "Old wolf, off raiding rabbit burrows again? Don't run into the rabbit clan seeking revenge once you leave the city."

The wolf demon grinned: "What's there to be afraid of? Those rabbits are ignorant of the times and disobey the Lion King's orders. They'll be wiped out sooner or later."

As the two chatted, the streets teemed with people.

The butcher is a wolf, the medicine seller is a tree spirit, the seafood comes from a fish monster, and the innkeeper is a dove in disguise.

Even more striking is the image of an old fox standing in the street, with a fox head on his head and a cloth banner inscribed with the four characters "Calculating all living beings".

In the heart of the city, a massive palace stands majestically.

It looks imposing from afar, but appears crude up close. It is made of piled stones and lacks any carving, far less exquisite than the human royal palace.

Suddenly, a weasel demon rushed in, moving swiftly, and went straight to the main hall.

Seated in the hall was a giant lion-headed demon, clad in heavy armor, over ten feet tall, exuding an imposing aura.

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!" The weasel knelt on the ground, its voice trembling.

……·………

The Lion Camel King narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter? Do you know where Zhenwu is?"

The weasel hurriedly replied, "It is said that I was ordered by the Jade Emperor to go to Flower Fruit Mountain in Aolai Country of Dongsheng Shenzhou to subdue demons and monsters."

Lion Camel King was taken aback at first, then laughed loudly, his voice echoing throughout the palace.

As the laughter subsided, the weasel asked obsequiously, "Why is Your Majesty so pleased?"

A perceptive subordinate should offer a suggestion when his master is in a good mood.

Sure enough, the Lion Camel King was in high spirits: "You don't know the truth. I know those two demon kings from Flower Fruit Mountain. A hundred years ago, I was invited by the Bull Demon King to a gathering, where I became sworn brothers with those eight demon kings, swore a blood oath, and became sworn brothers."

The weasel was surprised: "I have rarely heard of such a thing. More than a hundred years ago, an envoy from Flower Fruit Mountain did send a letter inviting Your Majesty to a meeting, but you sent him away under some pretext. I remember it clearly."

He then probed, "Since we have sworn brotherhood, and now that Flower Fruit Mountain is in imminent danger, shouldn't we send troops to help?"

Lion Camel King snorted coldly: "Help? What help are you giving me! Although those two have some skills, how can they escape unscathed when facing the True Martial Emperor?"

"While they are distracting Zhenwu, I can finally implement my long-planned scheme."

The weasel perked up and lowered its voice: "Your Majesty, perhaps you intend to...?"

The Lion Camel King's gaze was sharp as lightning as he slowly said, "Indeed. I have long desired to establish a demon kingdom in the Southern Continent. Now that the human race is prosperous and its power is expanding, there are even traces of cultivators in Ten Thousand Lion Mountain."

Why should I fear it? It's just that Zhenwu is in charge, so I have no choice but to endure.

Now that they have left the country, it is a good opportunity—first destroy the Western Night Kingdom, which is rich and its people can be enslaved and fed.

More importantly, the country possesses a vein of purple spirit ore, suitable for forging weapons and armor. Acquiring this land would greatly benefit the establishment of our nation.

He waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Pass down the order to gather all the demon soldiers and raise the 'Great Sage Who Moved Mountains' banner that was prepared earlier."

"Haha, our uprising in Jambudvipa has given those two brothers from Flower Fruit Mountain a helping hand. If they still can't win this round, they can't blame anyone else."

After the departure of the True Martial Emperor, the situation in the Southern Continent quietly changed. Not only was the Lion Camel King secretly plotting and ready to make a move, but many demon kings who had been suppressed for a long time also began to take action.

Even the demonic path, which has always been hidden in the shadows, quietly rises as the storm approaches.

The Demonic Path is neither a race nor a lineage, but rather refers to the path followed by those who cultivate demonic arts. This path is opposed to the Immortal Path and has two origins.

First, there is the legendary demon ancestor, Rahu.

This person exists only in fragmentary records, and whether he truly existed remains inconclusive. His life and deeds have long been lost to the river of time, with only a few rumors mentioning that in the beginning of time, he unleashed a catastrophic catastrophe that swept across the primordial world, nearly turning the heavens and earth black and causing the fall of all living beings. However, that history is too distant and has been intentionally erased, and today, those who know his name are as few as shooting stars.

The root of the demonic path currently circulating in the four continents originates from another demonic ancestor—

The Lord of Asuras deep within the Sea of ​​Blood, the Styx Ancestor.

This old man is an ancient and powerful being who appeared in the world during the Lich Wars. His whereabouts are mysterious and his intentions are unpredictable. Although we do not know exactly what he did back then, almost all of the more than 30,000 unorthodox sects in the Three Realms today are derived from his lineage. Anyone who practices demonic arts, regardless of sect, can be called his disciple or grand-disciple.

However, the Styx Ancestor preferred to live in seclusion and had never set foot in the Blood Sea for millions of years. He appeared and disappeared mysteriously, and no one knew where he was.

These are all digressions. The most sensational event in the four continents right now is the uprising against Heaven by Huaguo Mountain.

Since the birth of Zhenwu the Demon-Subduing Emperor, Huaguo Mountain has become the center of attention in the Three Realms.

After the Investiture of the Gods, very few dared to openly challenge the majesty of the Heavenly Court.

A demon king admired his courage and longed to be like him.

A demon king praised, "As expected of a descendant of the Golden Crow, he truly has the will to revive the demon race's glory!"

Some demon kings scoffed, mocking Flower Fruit Mountain as nothing more than a bunch of clowns, destined to crumble in an instant once the heavenly army arrived.

Many other demon kings, however, were restless, plotting whether they could take advantage of the chaos to gain some benefits.

For example, the Bull Demon King of Xiniu Hezhou had already secretly recruited soldiers and horses, waiting for the battle at Flower Fruit Mountain to begin so he could settle scores with several old enemies. He even planned to take advantage of the situation by conquering a few human kingdoms and plundering their treasures and people.

In any case, the main force of the Heavenly Court will be tied down in the Eastern Continent and will have no time to look westward.

In short, very few people truly believed in Flower Fruit Mountain. The focus of the demons' debate was simply: "How long can this flag hold up?"

Not to mention the changing winds and clouds outside, even within Flower Fruit Mountain itself, a storm is brewing.

They train tirelessly every day, and the demon soldiers in the mountains are all brave, well-equipped, and elite.

But as time went by, an invisible pressure gradually enveloped the hearts of every monkey demon.