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

"The Monkey King"?

Wasn't he captured by Laozi to be refined into elixirs? How could he reappear in Heaven?

Previously, everyone's attention was drawn to the demon army outside the four heavenly gates, and they hadn't noticed the lone demon monkey who had suddenly entered...

Hearing that they had already reached Tongming Palace, many immortals felt a chill run down their spines and their eyelids twitched.

Beyond the Hall of Universal Brightness lies the Palace of the Dipper and the Palace of the Ox, and beyond that is the Hall of the Heavenly Firmament. If he were to actually break in, what would become of the Heavenly Court's reputation?

Although the situation is already quite embarrassing.

The Jade Emperor slightly raised his hand, indicating that he knew the reason.

The celestial official bowed and withdrew.

At this moment, the all-seeing eye and the all-hearing ear also completed their reconnaissance and knelt down to present their report.

Qianliyan reported: "Your Majesty, it has been found that a total of 1.25 million demon soldiers poured into the four Heavenly Gates and are scattered throughout the Heavenly Palace."

There are seven great demon kings in total. Besides the three from Flower Fruit Mountain, there are four other demon kings, all of whom are ancient demons and all call themselves "Great Sages."

Shunfeng'er chimed in: "The Great Sages still have many demon kings under their command, whose magical powers are not to be underestimated, and they are wantonly destroying the order of the Heavenly Palace."

The Peng Demon King attempted to plunder the Heavenly Treasury, but was intercepted by Yin Jiao Tai Sui and Marshal Wen. However, this demon possesses great supernatural powers, and Marshal Wen may find it difficult to subdue him alone.

"In addition, the King of Huaguo Mountain is sitting cross-legged inside the South Heavenly Gate, and has not yet taken any action; the Demon King of Jiao, the King of Yurong, and the King of the Macaques are leading their troops to plunder the various palaces, creating chaos and having a great impact."

After speaking, Zhang Tianshi stepped out from the ranks of immortals and bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty, since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, no evil spirit has ever been so rampant, daring to wreak havoc in the sacred Heavenly Palace."

Your Majesty, I earnestly request that you immediately dispatch troops to completely eradicate this scourge and restore order to the Three Realms.

The Jade Emperor slightly raised his hand, his expression calm: "I already understand this matter."

Zhang Tianshi bowed and withdrew.

The Jade Emperor sat regally in the Lingxiao Palace, his voice ringing out like a bell:

"Command Zhenwu the Demon-Subduing Emperor to immediately proceed to the Western Heavenly Gate and capture the Flood Dragon Demon King."

"He ordered the Great Emperor Ziwei to dispatch the constellations of the North and South to suppress the Yu Rong King and the Macaque King at the North Heavenly Gate."

"Command Doumu Yuanjun to rule over the stars, purify the heavens, and subdue all invading demons."

"Wandering Spirit Official".

"Your subject is here."

"You shall take my decree and go to the West immediately to respectfully invite Shakyamuni Buddha to subdue that demon monkey."

"Order Emperor Gouchen to take action and quell the Golden Crow Rebellion."

One decree after another was issued, and the immortals, upon hearing this, calmed their minds somewhat.

After receiving the order, the various deities transformed into rainbows and departed to spread the message in all directions.

Just then, outside the South Heavenly Gate, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes.

He quietly rose, his internal energy returning to nothingness, having already recovered to its peak state.

After quickly determining his location, he strolled off leisurely westward.

The Heavenly Palace was in an uproar.

Countless divine generals and demon soldiers clashed in a fierce battle, blood splattering the sky and shouts tearing through the clouds. Yet, amidst this chaos, a few havens remained eerily quiet.

The Zhenwu Emperor Palace in the north is one of them.

Since the day he received his title in Heaven, he has resided temporarily in the Heavenly Court, a period of only forty-nine days. In mortal terms, that's only forty-nine years. For immortals and gods with endless lifespans, this amount of time is merely the time it takes to take a nap or go into seclusion.

Zhenwu wasn't in a hurry, nor was the Jade Emperor, so he had even less reason to act like a rabbit.

Therefore, he witnessed the collapse of the heavens clearly—the Four Symbols Formation crumbled, the order of heaven and earth was disrupted, and the rivers of time in the mortal realm and the celestial realm converged once more. Then, billowing smoke rose as a million demons broke through the four heavenly gates, sweeping away all resistance.

He remained seated, pretending not to hear.

Without an imperial decree, how could he act on his own? The Four Emperors of Heaven have prestigious titles, but only one supreme ruler has ever truly wielded power.

So he remained calm and composed, leisurely sipping tea and observing the situation with detached indifference.

Unfortunately, this period of leisure did not last long.

A celestial official arrived bearing an imperial edict, which Zhenwu and his entourage received. He stood before the hall, merely nodding slightly, his tone indifferent: "What instructions does the Great Heavenly Venerable have?"

The celestial official dared not presume to presume, so he even skipped reading it aloud and handed over the imperial edict with a smile.

"It's nothing serious, just a few reckless demon kings causing trouble and alarming the Emperor. The Great Celestial Venerable requests your presence at the Western Heavenly Gate to suppress them."

Zhenwu nodded, unfolded the imperial edict, glanced at it briefly, and then said, "In that case, please inform me that I will depart immediately."

After seeing the celestial official off, he turned and summoned the duty officer, coldly ordering, "Pass on my decree, send a message to the Milky Way—summon Marshal Tianpeng to lead 800,000 naval troops to the Western Heavenly Gate for assistance in defense!"

His orders were given swiftly; he left the palace with a flick of his sleeve, his figure transforming into a rainbow as he headed straight for the most intense part of the battle.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the Heavenly Palace.

Here, the stars and rivers flow, light and shadow are inverted, like a dream.

Thousands of stars converge to form a dome, surrounding a solitary, towering palace. Behind the palace lies the imperial garden, perpetually spring-like, imbued with a spiritual aura.

The garden is filled with towering trees, all of which are immortal species that have long been extinct in the four continents; and countless mythical beasts roam among them—the nine-colored deer walks through the mist, the three-tailed tiger listens to the zither with its ears lowered, the Guhuo bird spreads its wings to protect its young... all of them are auspicious beasts from legend.

What they have in common is their exquisitely beautiful fur, captivating at first glance and inspiring a sense of closeness.

The melodious sound of the zither emanates from the heart of the garden.

Like a babbling brook, like morning dew dripping on leaves, it seeps into the mind, cleansing the marrow and rejuvenating the bones, leaving one with a clear and tranquil spirit.

A man sat cross-legged in the garden, playing the zither. He was dressed in an imperial robe, with a handsome face and an innate air of authority, as if he was born to stand on the highest heaven.

With a light touch of his fingertips, music flowed, and all the surrounding mythical beasts bowed their heads in rapture.

Three women in black robes, their white gowns tinged with the sunset, sat at the lower level. Their features were similar; they were none other than the three sisters, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao. They sat quietly, listening to the music, like figures from a painting.

As the music ended, the young man in the imperial robes smiled slightly, about to speak, when Yunxiao, who was at the head of the group, suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing, and a smile appeared on his face:

"Elder brother's arrival is truly a rare treat."

Before the words were finished, a figure appeared, stepping through the clouds and forest.

Only then did the young man in the imperial robe notice the newcomer, and his expression changed slightly.

The man walked with ease, laughing heartily: "My three younger sisters are enjoying themselves in comfort, while their brother is left to struggle alone outside."

He stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the young man, and spoke in a tone that was respectful yet not servile:

"This humble Taoist greets the Great Emperor Ziwei."

Emperor Ziwei, ranked among the Four Emperors of Heaven, is also the weakest of them all.

In the past, he was Boyi Kao, the son of the Marquis of Xibo, renowned throughout the world for his loyalty and filial piety. He died in the Investiture of the Gods in Chaoge, and his soul returned to the Investiture Platform, where he was granted the title of Emperor by the Three Pure Ones' decree.

Despite their high positions, they were merely figureheads, holding divine authority without real power. They had never cultivated immortality or attained enlightenment, relying solely on their divine status to sustain their power, thus their cultivation stagnated. Once listed on the Investiture of the Gods, they were destined to have no further opportunity for advancement.

He is the only one of the Four Emperors who is listed on the official ranking list.

Bo Yikao quickly rose to return the greeting, his expression humble: "True Lord Xuantan, you are too kind. May I ask what brings you here today?"

Zhao Gongming smiled, casually took out the imperial edict and handed it over: "A few clowns, gathered a crowd to cause trouble, broke the Four Symbols Formation, and stormed into the Heavenly Palace through the four gates. It's not a big deal, but someone still has to deal with it."

Bo Yikao took it and slowly unfolded it.

The woman in green beside him frowned slightly, her voice cold and clear: "What kind of demon dares to trespass on the Heavenly Gate?"

The two people beside her also looked up and stared—these three were Zhao Gongming's younger sisters, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao.

In the battle of the Investiture of the Gods, the three sisters shone brightly, setting up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, which wiped out the three flowers on the top of the heads and the five qi in the chests of the twelve Golden Immortals in one fell swoop.

They almost completely slaughtered the second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect.

The shock was so great that the Primordial Celestial Venerable himself came to the scene, and even the Supreme Lord Laozi could not sit still. They joined forces to break the formation and finally killed them.

After their deaths, they were listed as gods, but Jiang Ziya harbored personal grudges and appointed them as "Fairy Maidens Who Respond to the World".

This divine position is filthy and filthy, and it is clearly an act of venting anger by the disciples of the Chan Sect, which is extremely humiliating.

Zhao Gongming therefore harbored deep hatred for the Heavenly Court.

Later, in the celestial realm, Bo Yikao was fortunate enough to be bestowed the title of the Great Emperor of Ziwei. Unable to bear seeing the three in such a state, he used his authority to bring them into the Ziwei Palace, where they were enshrined as female immortals.

Because of the presence of the Three Immortals, the Ziwei Emperor, despite having the weakest cultivation, is the most unapproachable of the Four Emperors.

The three sisters, working together, are arguably the strongest combination on the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods, daring to even challenge quasi-saints.

Zhao Gongming chuckled: "Little sister, you don't know this. A few days ago, a demon king appeared in Huaguo Mountain in the mortal realm. He was summoned to Heaven and was given the title of Emperor Tai. The Vermilion Bird Dharma Image at the South Heavenly Gate was destroyed by him with a single blow."

"This demon is no ordinary being; it is the body of a golden crow."

"Golden Crow?!" Qiongxiao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a flash of anger appeared in them.

Zhao Gongming immediately knew what she was thinking and quickly said, "Second sister, don't be impulsive. This person has nothing to do with Lu Ya and is not the enemy you remember."

Qiongxiao snorted coldly, turned her head away, and said nothing more.

Yunxiao sighed softly, "We are now trapped in the Investiture of the Gods, unable to leave even for a moment. What can we do even if we have a thousand kinds of hatred? Revenge is a long way off. Only in this Ziwei Palace can we find a moment of peace and not have to be at the mercy of others."

Zhao Gongming remained silent.

How could he not hate it? During the Investiture of the Gods, the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls were stolen by the Taoist Ran Deng; he was also assassinated by Lu Ya with the Seven Arrows of Nailhead; and in the end, he was given the ridiculous title of "God of Wealth"...

My heart was filled with resentment, as if I were swallowing poisonous fire.

But having endured many hardships, he had long since learned to be patient and forbearing.

Knowing full well that their fate was now tied to the Investiture of the Gods, they could only keep their resentment to themselves.

He said in a deep voice, "My three sisters, do not lose heart. There is still a long way to go. Our master is still alive. He is a Primordial Saint. If the world changes, we may one day break free from our shackles."

Yunxiao nodded: "It was my little sister who lost her composure."

Bo Yikao listened quietly for a long time, sighing in his heart.

After they finished speaking, he said, "I have read the Great Celestial Venerable's decree. In that case, I will dispatch the Northern and Southern Stars to subdue the demon."

Having said that, he took out the imperial edict from his sleeve, preparing to summon someone else to receive it.

At this moment, Yunxiao stood up and said calmly, "The Great Heavenly Venerable has given an order, which should be obeyed. However, although the North and South Star Lords have supernatural powers, the Demon King must have extraordinary abilities since he dared to invade the Heavenly Gate. If we fail to succeed, it will only tarnish the Emperor's reputation."

She paused, her gaze turning cold: "Since my two sisters and I are here, why don't we make a trip to the North Heavenly Gate?"

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Ye Feng walked along the celestial cloud path.

Colorful clouds surged beneath my feet, like a brocade spread out.

In the distance, the sounds of battle roared, and the faint echoes of clashing weapons could be heard.

Several palaces along the way were already in ruins, with collapsed walls and broken beams, clearly indicating that they had been attacked and breached by demon soldiers.

At this moment, the flames of war have spread to an unknown location.

There were no other demon kings around him.

Two hundred thousand demon soldiers from Flower Fruit Mountain, led by the Black Bear Spirit, had already penetrated deep into the mountains and were nowhere to be found.

In terms of strength, among all the Great Sages, the Black Bear Spirit was originally the least remarkable.

When the Nine Demons formed their sworn brotherhood, he ranked last and had the lowest combat strength.

But he was still a Taiyi Golden Immortal, and possessed unique supernatural abilities, so he was not weak in battle.

At least, it can serve as a decent target.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, but didn't stop walking.

He silently calculated the distance, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

It's time to close the net.

As long as everything goes smoothly.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of the Lingxiao Palace.

Even across thousands of miles, the Golden Crow Divine Eyes still clearly captured that figure—a golden cudgel wielded wildly, the monkey was in high spirits, and none of the heavenly generals could stop him.

Ye Feng chuckled: This mischievous monkey really doesn't know how to tire.

However, Buddha should already be on his way.

I just hope they can make their move before the end, and I also hope that monkey... remembers his instructions.

Thoughts may have shifted, but the pace remains composed.

With each step, the palace behind them receded into the distance, as if the space itself had been subtly stretched.