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

They were originally Taiyi Golden Immortals who specialized in cultivating their physical bodies. When ordinary immortal weapons struck their bodies, it was like throwing a stone into still water; not even a spark could be ignited.

Only by transforming into primordial behemoths and fighting with sharp claws and fangs could they possibly injure each other.

However, both are well-versed in the Seventy-Two Transformations and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques, and can recover instantly even if injured, making it difficult to distinguish between life and death, and impossible to predict the truth.

The battle intensified, with iron rods smashing against blades, fists clashing, and the wind howling through the clubs.

The three colors of divine light—golden, plain, and white—intertwined and shone brightly, dazzling like lightning.

With a loud "clang!", after another violent collision, Sun Wukong deliberately created an opening and retreated hundreds of miles.

With a slight thought, the golden cudgel swept to one side, tearing open space and creating a deep rift.

He leaped in and plunged inside.

How could Yang Jian allow him to escape? His spirits lifted, and he followed closely behind.

"They have entered another world." Outside the South Heavenly Gate, Master Ge exclaimed in a low voice.

However, the scene in the pool where Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared remained clear, and the battle between the two never stopped.

Even if you travel across the world, you cannot escape her discerning eye.

Buddhist scriptures say: Three thousand small worlds make up one medium thousand worlds, three thousand medium thousand worlds make up one great thousand worlds, and countless great thousand worlds, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, are as insignificant as dust.

In a single thought, a Bodhisattva can perceive the cause and effect of all realms and understand the cycle of rebirth in all heavens.

His cultivation far surpasses that of ordinary Buddhas; how could a mere patch of earth and sky obstruct his all-seeing wisdom?

Not only her, but also the demon-revealing mirror in Li Jing's hand and the golden crow divine eye between Ye Feng's eyebrows could penetrate the boundaries and peer into this realm without any hindrance.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong leaped out of the void, and a bright new vista opened up before him—

They ended up in a complete world.

Looking up, the sun shines brightly in the sky, and the mountains rise and fall, stretching endlessly.

However, these mountain ranges are no more than ten thousand feet high, far inferior to the magnificence of the four continents.

Even worse, the spiritual energy in this world is extremely thin, only about one-tenth of that in the four major continents.

As soon as he arrived, Sun Wukong felt heavy all over, as if he were sinking into a swamp, and his movements became sluggish.

He didn't linger, but somersaulted and flew straight east.

Yang Jian emerged from the crevice and caught sight of the figure soaring through the air. He immediately transformed into a golden-winged roc and gave chase.

The Monkey King flies swiftly, and it is extremely difficult to catch him without changing his form.

During the flight, a giant city suddenly appeared ahead.

The city wall is built of thick, sturdy bluestone, towering into the clouds.

The city gate was bustling with people, men, women, and children: some carried loads on their shoulders, some pushed carts to sell goods, some rode horses at full speed, and some walked and called out their wares. The noise was deafening.

The city gate is painted in vermilion, and below it stands a pair of brightly armored guards, with long swords at their waists and red-tasseled spears in their hands, looking just like soldiers in ancient times.

Sun Wukong roughly estimated that the city was no less than a thousand miles in circumference, with a magnificent palace faintly visible in the center, and the city walls emanating subtle magical energy fluctuations.

"This world... actually has a path of cultivation?"

He had a hunch and glanced back.

At this moment, his true form was revealed—a golden ape ten feet tall, brimming with magical power and surrounded by golden light, like a god descending to earth.

The moment it appeared, all the people in the city turned their heads to look.

Some were surprised but not panicked; instead, some knelt on the ground, burned incense, kowtowed, and worshipped devoutly.

Given the monkey's nature, it should have been proud and boastful to encounter such a scene. If it had some free time, it would have been better to take a trip to the city and see how this world differed from the Four Continents.

But right now, he was locked in a fierce battle with Yang Chuo, so he had no time to look around.

Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the sky, and a golden shadow, accompanied by a gale, hurtled towards them from afar, like a storm descending. The golden roc swung out a claw in mid-air, and in an instant, a white light, like a blade, tore through the void, severing everything in its path.

The howling sound shook the heavens and the earth, and even space itself seemed to crack under the strain.

The spiritual energy in this realm is thin, far inferior to that of the Four Continents, and the space is also much more fragile. The monkey nimbly dodged the white light, but the aftershocks did not stop—the hundred-foot-tall city wall behind him collapsed with a roar, the earth cracked open into a huge chasm, and the entire city was forcibly split in two.

Countless people suffered, their cries of agony echoed across the land, and their screams filled the air.

The golden light receded, transforming into Yang Chuo's true form. He saw the city in ruins, and his heart sank.

Ordinary immortals regard mortals as ants, indifferent to life and death. Yang Chuo, however, is different. He still cares for all living beings and is unwilling to kill indiscriminately unless forced to.

Now, because of this attack, tens of thousands of people in the city have lost their lives. Although he is grieved, he has no time to worry about them. His gaze turns to the monkey, and anger rises instantly. He will hold the monkey accountable for this blood debt.

Weapons were drawn again, and killing intent surged as he charged straight at the monkey. As the two clashed, their energy surged, causing the city below to tremble violently and buildings to collapse one after another.

The monkey was not a bloodthirsty creature; seeing this, it leaped into the air and took the initiative to lead the battle to the high sky.

Yang Chuo was slightly surprised by this action and began to look at the monkey with more respect. He then gave chase.

The two then engaged in another deadly battle high in the sky.

Those on the ground could only gaze at the sky: a golden light wielding an iron rod—it was the monkey; another ray of light, a mix of blue and white, was Yang Chuo and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword. Each collision unleashed a thunderous roar, and even the city walls trembled precariously in the aftershocks.

They underestimated the limits of this world's tolerance.

Inside the palace at this moment.

The emperor was discussing state affairs with his ministers when suddenly the earth shook violently, accompanied by a continuous rumbling sound, as if thunder were exploding. Not knowing the cause, he hurriedly summoned his guards to the palace. Soon after, news of the battle at the city gates arrived, and the emperor was greatly alarmed.

This realm is called Tianyuan, a vast continent, a hundred times larger than Earth in Ye Feng's previous life, and a realm for immortal cultivation. This city is the capital of the Qianyuan Immortal Dynasty, where the emperor and his ministers have all achieved success in cultivation, with the highest reaching the Earth Immortal realm.

Upon hearing the report, the emperor hastily ordered: "Summon the Imperial Preceptor immediately! Bring the Imperial Preceptor here at once!"

A moment later, an old Taoist priest wearing a Qiankun Taoist robe gracefully entered the hall. This man was the number one expert in the Immortal Dynasty, known as "Qiankun Taoist".

The old Taoist priest bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have observed the battle. That ape and that human possessed great supernatural powers, descending from the sky. I am ashamed of my inferiority. However, they have moved the battlefield to a high place, seemingly without any intention of indiscriminate killing. Please allow me to go and persuade them, perhaps we can ask them to choose another place to fight."

The emperor was overjoyed: "Thank you for your help, Imperial Preceptor."

The Taoist priest accepted the order and ascended into the sky on a cloud. The higher he went, the stronger the aftershocks of the battle became, and getting too close risked his life. He activated his magic power, causing his Taoist robe to billow and form a protective shield, and struggled forward. Until he was three thousand miles from the battlefield, he could no longer advance an inch.

He gathered his breath in his throat and shouted loudly:

"Fellow Daoists, please hold your hand! This is the capital of the Qian Yuan Immortal Dynasty, with a population of tens of millions! I am the National Preceptor of this city, and I humbly request that you two show mercy and cease hostilities! If there are any grudges, I am willing to act as a peacemaker, only asking that the innocent not be harmed!"

The sound, imbued with magical power, reached the ears of the monkey and Yang Chuo.

The monkey, out of curiosity, glanced back and was suddenly struck on the neck by Yang Chuo's sword.

With a loud "bang," sparks flew everywhere, leaving a deep, white gash on his neck that revealed the bone. He saw stars before his eyes and felt excruciating pain.

He was inherently violent, and now he was burning with rage, so he didn't care about any persuasion.

"Hey, you busybody!"

With a cold snort, he swept his golden cudgel out horizontally.

This staff disregards distance, grows larger with the wind, and when it is thrown, it is only about ten feet long, but in an instant it can cross three thousand miles, like a divine weapon that splits the heavens and pierces straight into the sky.

Qiankun Daoist felt a fierce aura rush towards him, and before he could react, a golden light suddenly appeared before his eyes. His protective barrier shattered instantly, and his Daoist robe, unable to withstand the immense force, exploded with a deafening roar.

Before the screams could even finish, his body was struck head-on by the golden cudgel. The mighty body of an Earth Immortal was utterly powerless to resist, and exploded with a bang!

Fortunately, he had already cultivated his primordial spirit. Although his physical body perished, his primordial spirit transformed into a faint light and hastily fled back to the imperial city.

Below, the emperor and his courtiers were filled with fear and trepidation when suddenly they saw a torrential downpour of blood, and severed limbs and dismembered bodies falling from the sky—the remains of the Imperial Preceptor. The crowd was utterly terrified, their faces drained of color.

Fortunately, neither Yang Jian nor the Monkey King took such a minor character seriously.

The two continued their fierce battle, their fighting stretching further and further away, advancing towards the ends of the earth.

The power they unleashed during their battle was so terrifying that this realm collapsed one after another in the aftershocks.

The vast mountain range was forcibly severed, and the rivers, lakes, and seas churned and roared, as if punished by heaven.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind howled, the earth shook, volcanoes erupted, thunder roared, and tsunamis surged—all sorts of disasters struck at once, as if the end of the world had come.

The two fought and moved, and in just two or three hours, a third of this world had been destroyed.

Fortunately, they were sensible and did not venture into densely populated areas; the destroyed land was mostly desolate.

This is the limit they can maintain.

A mountain peak tens of thousands of feet high was shattered by a single blow from the golden cudgel.

The monkey roared, its body leaping forward, tearing through space once more as it hastily fled.

Yang Jian pursued relentlessly, instantly stepping into the rift between myriad realms.

Upon arrival, they saw the monkey waving its golden cudgel wildly in the distance, as if it were drilling a hole, and breaking through the barrier of another world.

He was both helpless and annoyed—this monkey seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with him now. Knowing he was no match for it, it fought and fled, slippery as an eel.

But how could he just give up? He had no choice but to leap into the New Territories.

Upon entering, one immediately senses a completely different atmosphere in this realm: there is no flow of spiritual energy, but instead, there is an energy unlike any seen before.

Looking around but seeing no sign of the monkey, he immediately activated his divine eye between his eyebrows, and a beam of golden light swept out, landing directly on a stubborn rock on a snow-capped mountain 30,000 miles away.

When the stone was illuminated by the light of the divine eye, it immediately twisted and deformed, turning into a golden-haired monkey that somersaulted far away.

He muttered to himself, "This three-eyed thing is really annoying. I've lived this long, and this is the first time I've encountered something that can break my Seventy-Two Transformations. Could it really be my nemesis?"

Just as he was pondering, a golden roc swooped down from behind—it was Yang Jian in disguise.

Without turning his head, the monkey swung his stick out.

Jin Peng quickly transformed back into human form and swiftly swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword to meet the attack head-on.

boom!

The earth cracked inch by inch, and the fissures spread like a spider web for thousands of miles.

The two figures shone with brilliance, like two blazing suns illuminating the entire world.

This realm is similar in size to the previous one, but it is not a realm for cultivating immortality.

The world is filled with strange elements, and living beings practice magic, establish nations, and constantly wage war against each other.

Their people have fair skin and high foreheads, making them quite different from the people of the four continents.

The power in this realm is called "divine position," and its system is completely different.

The Supreme Being proclaimed himself the "Seven Great Gods," who governed seven powers: light, darkness, fire, snow, night, stars, and knowledge.

The strongest among them is comparable to a Great Perfection Celestial Immortal, while the weakest has the cultivation of an early Celestial Immortal.

The sudden arrival of the monkey and Yang Jian immediately alerted the seven main gods.

The gods were astonished and uncertain, wondering where the two had come from and why they were fighting.

There was only one thing that was certain: the power of these two men far surpassed his own, and was terrifying beyond measure.

So everyone focused their attention on watching this unprecedented battle.