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

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and the Demon Emperor Sword flew out of his hand, splitting into a ring behind him, with endless golden flames rising up to protect it in the center.

In an instant, countless sword shadows crisscrossed the sky, and the two figures vanished without a trace.

Every wisp of sword energy possessed the power to cleave the heavens. If the Thunder Department and the Fire Department had not already sealed off the void, Huaguo Mountain would have already turned to dust in this battle.

Golden light shot into the sky, the Demon Emperor Sword hummed softly, and a white light suddenly flew out—it was the Spirit Serpent Sword.

However, Ye Feng showed no joy, only feeling as if dark clouds had suddenly descended upon him.

A towering, jet-black divine pillar descended from the sky, its body coiled with a spirit snake and topped with a mysterious tortoise, exuding an overwhelming aura.

True Martial Demon-Refining Pillar!

Countless renowned demon kings have perished beneath this pillar. Once it falls, it would be as if the Five Sacred Mountains collapsed simultaneously, shattering the entire world.

The timing was extremely precise, occurring precisely in the brief moment when Ye Feng repelled the Spirit Serpent Sword and his internal magical power was circulating.

In the ancient continent of Beiju Luzhou, the ancient demon god Gou Lian caused chaos. As a great demon in the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, he gathered a crowd to rebel against Heaven and unleashed a catastrophe.

Ultimately, he was suppressed by the True Martial Emperor with this divine pillar, refined for 9,999 years, and died with his soul burned alive.

Ye Feng looked up, the sky seemed to press down, an invisible burden causing the void to crack inch by inch, as if it would completely disintegrate at any moment.

The True Martial Emperor stared at him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, convinced that there was absolutely no way he could break free from the suppression of the Demon Refining Pillar.

However, in the next instant, Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand, and a section of bamboo staff appeared in his palm. Seven-colored light burst out from the staff, and with a light wave, he pointed at the Demon Refining Pillar like sweeping away dust.

Snapped--!

The Demon-Refining Pillar, as heavy as the Five Sacred Mountains and capable of suppressing all evil, was deflected by the bamboo staff and crashed to the other side.

Boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens as the Demon-Refining Pillar slammed violently into the Wind and Fire Array.

The void trembled violently, and more than ten Heavenly Lords from the Thunder and Fire Departments coughed up blood, their bodies trembling violently, and the array patterns beneath their feet flickering uncertainly.

The great formation was on the verge of collapse.

Wen Zhong gripped the Thunder Flag tightly and repeatedly channeled his magic power into the Thunder Net, barely managing to stabilize the formation and prevent it from collapsing on the spot.

"That bamboo cane...?"

The True Martial Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, a sense of familiarity rising in his heart, yet he could not recall the origin of this object.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng flicked his sleeve, and two golden beams shot out, splitting into two in mid-air and transforming into golden cymbals that attacked from both sides. The True Martial Emperor finally changed color.

"The golden cymbals of the Buddha from the East?!"

As he cried out in alarm, the golden cymbals closed, freezing the surrounding space and time, making it impossible to escape even with extraordinary abilities. The battle situation suddenly reversed, and all the gods watching from the rear felt a chill in their hearts.

They never expected that Ye Feng would be able to force them into such a predicament, with even the True Martial Emperor facing the danger of being captured.

However, this is not purely a suppression of cultivation level.

Rather, it was because the magic weapon was too amazing.

A divine gaze swept over Ye Feng: in his right hand he held the Demon Emperor Sword, in his left he gripped the Seven-Colored Bamboo Staff, and the golden cymbals he had just thrown, along with the Jade Purification Bottle he had used earlier. These four treasures were all extraordinary; any one of them could cause the heavens and earth to tremble.

At this moment, there was no time to investigate the origin of the treasure—surrounded by golden cymbals, their fate was sealed.

The True Martial Emperor roared, formed a hand seal, and a dark black banner appeared in his palm...

As it unfurled against the wind, billowing black clouds rose into the sky, instantly obscuring everything.

This cloud was extremely strange; it split into two streams, forcefully holding up the golden cymbal's wings and preventing them from closing.

Taking advantage of this moment, the True Martial Emperor pointed his finger at the void, and with a loud clang, the golden cymbals above were struck and sent flying backward.

Before he could catch his breath, he waved the black flag again, and a vast expanse of black clouds swept across the sky, instantly engulfing the entire world.

All light has vanished, leaving only boundless darkness.

This darkness was extraordinary; it was so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face, and even the divine eye could not detect it. All senses were swallowed up.

Sun Wukong and the Twenty-Eight Constellations, who were engaged in combat, stopped their attacks at the same time and looked around in bewilderment.

Suddenly, everything went dark, and they couldn't even distinguish each other's figures.

The Monkey King's heart skipped a beat, and he acted haphazardly based on instinct. A gust of wind swept past, followed by a scream, but it was unclear who he had struck. On the battlefield of Flower Fruit Mountain, the heavenly soldiers and demons were locked in fierce combat, and in an instant, they were all blinded.

Chaos erupted; some were tragically pierced by spears, while others managed to collide with their companions and cover each other.

In the darkness, accidental injuries continued, trampling piles formed, and shouts of killing mingled with cries of agony rose and fell.

No one knew the situation, so they could only blindly defend themselves with their weapons.

—It is the Soap-carved Flag.

The treasure that Zhenwu the Great possesses to protect the Dao.

On his journey to the West, the Golden Horned King and the Silver Horned King set up an ambush. Sun Wukong disguised himself as a Taoist priest and tricked the Clever Insect and the Mischievous Ghost. He used his hairs to transform into a gourd and lied that it could "hold the heavens".

At that time, his primordial spirit left his body to seek help, so he borrowed the black flag of the True Martial Emperor, which covered the sky and turned the world into a dark night.

Now that this flag has reappeared, heaven and earth have returned to eternal night.

Ye Feng was also unable to see, so he immediately activated his Golden Crow Divine Eye, only to find that his field of vision could only extend five meters, which shocked him.

Upon further investigation with divine sense, it was discovered that divine consciousness was obstructed and unable to penetrate the darkness.

Suddenly, he sensed the approaching killing intent and retreated without hesitation. A sword light grazed past him and struck the spot where he had been standing.

"It's the True Martial Emperor... He can see."

As Ye Feng retreated, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

Silently practicing the fifth level of the Chaos Golden Crow Technique, a cloud of auspiciousness rose above his head, and a clear and melodious cry resounded from the heavens.

A golden crow phantom slowly emerged, radiating boundless light.

The golden crow spreads its wings, dispelling the gloom and breaking through the deep darkness of the night.

In the pitch-black world, this golden crow rose into the sky like a real, blazing sun, its radiance shining everywhere.

In an instant, light returned to the world.

The golden crow spread its wings, burning away the darkness of ages past, and rushed straight towards the True Martial Emperor.

The True Martial Emperor also appeared amidst auspicious clouds, his tortoise and snake forms proudly manifesting in the world, roaring towards the sky, and charging forward to meet the attack.

In an instant, the Golden Crow and the Black Tortoise clashed, like two ancient ferocious beasts fighting. Each collision caused the void to shatter, and the aftershocks surged like a tide.

The Thunderfire Array reappeared, attempting to isolate the forces of the two opposing forces, but it could not withstand the clash between the True Fire of the Sun and the True Water of the North Pole.

A terrifying force raged across the land, and where space shattered, the ceaseless churning of water, fire, and wind could be faintly seen.

The weaker Heavenly Lord in the Thunder Department bled from all seven orifices, and was on the verge of collapse due to the aftershocks alone.

The situation in the Fire Department was even worse. Apart from Luo Xuan, all the other Heavenly Lords were ashen-faced and their breathing was disordered, clearly having reached their limit.

Wen Zhong and Luo Xuan exchanged glances, both shocked.

They never expected that Ye Feng's strength would be so great that he could directly confront the True Martial Emperor.

The Thunderfire Formation was already on the verge of collapse. Wen Zhong suddenly yanked the reins of the Ink Kirin and shouted sharply, "Thunder Gods, retreat! Quickly join forces with the Heavenly Net to protect this land!"

Upon receiving the order, the gods of the Thunder Department breathed a sigh of relief and immediately manipulated the Thunder Net to expand, slowly retreating towards the Heavenly Army formation.

These heavenly soldiers were all elites, their auras intertwined, forming a unified whole, making it difficult even for a Great Luo Golden Immortal to break through their defenses.

Seeing this, Luo Xuan also ordered the Fire Department to do the same.

In an instant, the gaps in the battlefield widened. The heavenly soldiers scattered but remained orderly, managing only to maintain spatial stability, unable to attend to other changes. From the very beginning of the battle, Li Jing had quietly retreated to the deepest part of the Heavenly Net, concealing his figure and observing the unfolding events.

At this moment, the world was turned upside down. The battle between Zhenwu and Ye Feng far exceeded everyone's expectations, and its power was terrifying.

The struggle between the Xuanwu Dharma Form and the Golden Crow True Body is like a fierce collision of two great principles.

Each clash caused the heavens and earth to shatter.

The mountains below crumbled inch by inch.

A wisp of true solar fire plunged into the distant sea, exploding with a deafening roar, instantly igniting flames across tens of thousands of miles of ocean.

The flames, fueled by seawater, burned ever brighter, scorching the sky and boiling the sea, with towering waves reaching the heavens.

The heavenly soldiers and demons beneath Flower Fruit Mountain had already ceased their fighting.

Everyone was horrified and retreated.

The battle above was terrifying; with each clash, a towering peak would shatter into dust.

The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain has been turned into a hellish place.

Fortunately, the demons, each possessing unique abilities, quickly retreated into the depths of the earth's veins, forming an array to protect themselves and barely managing to hold on.

However, for those above the Great Luo level, this world is ultimately too fragile.

Although the four continents are now vast and boundless, they are but a drop in the ocean compared to the ancient primordial world.

In the past, the world was boundless, and no one knew where its boundaries lay.

All races rise together, life is boundless, and resources from all things are inexhaustible.

A single mountain can be compared to Saturn, which Ye Feng knew from his previous life;

Mountains as large as the sun are not uncommon.

The sky is round and the earth is square; one landmass is one universe, vast and boundless.

Even such a vast primordial world was torn apart in the ancient war between powerful beings.

The fragments drifted in the void, transforming into the myriad phenomena of the starry sky we see today.

Today, Huaguo Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, already a vast area with thick geological formations and layered peaks.

Even under the combined attack of such powerful Grand Luo experts, it was as fragile as paper.

During the battle, the True Martial Emperor's state of mind had long since changed from initial composure to extreme solemnity.

Ye Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Such cultivation is comparable to that of the Four Emperors of Heaven.

Despite being a late-stage peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal, having conquered all directions and whose fame resounded throughout the four continents, he was still locked in a stalemate with this Golden Crow.

He took a deep breath and waved the black eagle flag. The dark clouds surged, no longer obscuring the sky, but instead coalesced into a giant, jet-black eagle that soared into the heavens.

This sculpture contains endless malevolent energy, specifically designed to shatter all magical powers.

Ye Feng snorted coldly, stepped forward, and his bamboo staff burst forth with seven-colored light as he swept out with a single strike.

The black eagle disintegrated instantly, turning into nothingness.

The True Martial Emperor personally stepped forward, wielding the black-carved flag as a weapon, and engaged Ye Feng in close combat.

He was extremely wary of that bamboo staff, avoiding its sharp edge and relying solely on his superior martial arts skills to engage in combat and maneuver.

After a brief exchange, the heavens trembled once more. The celestial soldiers in the sky hurriedly activated their formations to stabilize the space that was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, the Doubu, which had remained silent all along, finally could not hold back any longer.

Tiankui Xing Gao Yan leaped out, wielding a giant sword, and roared as he charged forward—

"Your Majesty, I'm here to help you!"

With a swift movement, the thirty-six Heavenly Generals and seventy-two Earthly Fiends of the Dou Department charged into the battle, each displaying their unique abilities to besiege Ye Feng.

Among the four main war divisions of the Heavenly Court, the Fighting Division has the largest number of deities.

Gao Yan is the leader of the Heavenly Stars, and his magical power is unfathomable; he has already reached the late stage of the Celestial Immortal realm.

In addition to his magical treasures and protective immortal armor, he dares to fight even a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Although he faced a supreme being, he was not alone; he had countless star gods as his backup.

With a single slash, a murderous aura soared to the sky, and the sharp blade energy swept across all directions, destroying everything in its path.

Ye Feng coldly rebuked, "Get out of the way!"

With a flick of the bamboo staff, an extremely sharp beam of light suddenly swept down, and with a crisp crack, the blade's energy shattered completely.

Gao Yan's eyes widened, and before he could react, the divine weapon in his hand was broken.

Immediately afterwards, a golden sword light flashed past, and the field of vision suddenly rose.

He looked down and saw a headless corpse falling from the sky. Golden flames rose up and instantly burned it to ashes.

He suddenly regained consciousness and realized that it was his physical body. His primordial spirit flashed and transformed into a streak of light, quickly returning.

Ye Feng, however, paid no attention. At this moment, all thirty-six Heavenly Star Lords appeared, their killing intent soaring into the sky.