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

The western border of the Heavenly Palace, the palace of the Great Emperor Gouchen.

A celestial official arrived carrying an imperial edict, respectfully presented it, and urged in a low voice: "The situation is critical. Please, Your Majesty, send troops immediately."

Emperor Gouchen accepted the imperial edict, lightly stroking it with his fingertips, a playful glint in his eyes.

Today, Gouchen Palace is empty and silent.

There were no celestial officials in attendance, no clerks standing by, and not even a single pageboy in sight.

The celestial official waited for a long time without receiving a reply, and looked up in confusion: "Great Emperor?"

Gou Chen accepted the imperial edict, then turned his gaze toward the palace entrance.

A figure strode in, his Nine Suns Golden Crow robes fluttering in the wind. His footsteps were silent, and his aura was completely absent, as if he were just a shadow in the clouds. Yet, in a few breaths, he stood before the hall.

"Gou Chen?"

"The King of Thailand?"

A soft question, a reply, the two looked at each other; the wind did not move, but the clouds remained still.

The messenger celestial official trembled. He had never seen Ye Feng before, but the name "Emperor Tai" was as familiar as thunder in his ears—he was the fiend who had single-handedly shattered the Southern Heavenly Gate!

The air suddenly became heavy, as if the space was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. The table trembled slightly, the brush fell to the ground, and the ink slowly spread across the jade bricks.

The immortal official's throat was dry, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

How could this Great Emperor of the Broken Heaven Gate appear here?

Fear crept up his spine, and he quietly retreated, his steps unsteady, not daring to make a sound.

No one stopped them, and no one even glanced at them.

He fled the main hall and rushed into the sea of ​​clouds before daring to catch his breath; his back was already soaked with sweat.

Before he could even react, he took off on a cloud and headed straight for the Lingxiao Palace.

Inside the hall, only the two remained, facing off.

The oppressive feeling spread like a tide, and even the light seemed to freeze.

"Were you waiting for me?" Ye Feng suddenly smiled, his tone as light as if he were chatting casually.

"It was you who was looking for me." Gouchen remained expressionless.

Ye Feng nodded: "Of course I'm looking for you. The demon race can only have one Great Emperor, right?"

Gou Chen smiled, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes: "I have always enjoyed talking to intelligent people."

"Hand over the Golden Crow bloodline and submit to my rule, and I will spare your life."

Ye Feng chuckled: "I'll return those words to you—but the difference is, even if you kneel down, I might not let you live."

Instead of getting angry, Gou Chen smiled and stood with his hands behind his back: "It seems you have a lot of confidence."

Ye Feng remained silent.

Gou Chen raised his hand and pointed outside the hall: "Let's fight somewhere else? If we smash up this palace, the Ministry of Works will curse us again."

Ye Feng shrugged: "Whatever."

The two turned and stepped out, and with one step they were greeted by an endless sea of ​​clouds, vast and boundless.

Ye Feng stopped and turned around.

With a clench of his fist, a golden, gleaming divine sword appeared in his hand.

The moment the sword was drawn, a wave of heat surged, clouds billowed, and the temperature of the world rose sharply.

Gouchen gazed at the sword, his eyes slightly unfocused, and sighed softly, "A fine sword... but alas, it has the wrong master."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword appeared in his hand.

A cold glint flashed, and a demonic aura flickered in and out. The sword's blade was adorned with a winged serpent, as if a soul were humming softly within it.

The two swords clashed, and the light of the Tengshe sword instantly dissipated, its blade trembling slightly as if in fear.

"This is the Tengshe Sword, a remnant of an ancient demon god, the strongest weapon I could find," Gou Chen said slowly.

Ye Feng scoffed: "Then you really are in a sorry state."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly made his move!

The Demon Emperor Sword blazed with golden light and slashed down, its sword energy tearing through the sky and traversing the sea of ​​clouds.

In an instant, a dazzling sword rainbow ripped through the sky, invincible and slaying everything in its path!

Gouchen remained expressionless and raised his sword to meet the attack.

clang--!

The two swords clashed, and a violent burst of energy exploded outwards, sweeping in all directions.

The sea of ​​clouds beneath my feet churned and boiled, splitting open deep abysses that stretched for thousands of miles.

Ye Feng swayed slightly and took half a step back.

Gouchen also took a step back, his pupils slightly contracting.

Ye Feng quickly weighed the options in his mind:

"His magical power is profound, comparable to Zhenwu, and he should be at the peak of the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"Although the Tengshe Sword is no ordinary weapon, it is inferior to the Demon Emperor Sword—this is the opportunity."

His gaze darkened, and four golden wings suddenly unfurled behind him, his figure vanishing in an instant.

In the next instant, thousands of sword shadows appeared out of thin air, surrounding and attacking Gouchen from all directions, each sword aimed at killing without any gap.

Gouchen's expression finally turned serious, and he no longer held back, unleashing the full power of his sword.

The Tengshe Sword danced into a curtain of light, transforming into an impenetrable net of swords that protected the entire body.

The clanging and banging sounds were incessant, like a torrential downpour striking iron, so dense that they were indistinguishable.

The Heavenly Emperor's sword dance is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Gouchen, one of the Four Emperors, possesses supernatural powers on par with Zhenwu, and his ambition is boundless—he desires to unify the demon races of the four continents and wield sole power over the demons. He cultivates diligently day and night, all for this day.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, had been fighting desperately ever since he stepped out of Fangcun Mountain.

Fate is like a knife, ready to fall at any moment.

The havoc in Heaven may seem glamorous, but it was actually a staged performance tacitly approved by all parties.

But once you're in, it's too late to back out.

This battle is not just about who is better, but about who lives.

Only by truly standing at the peak can one escape the game and no longer be manipulated by others.

And Gou Chen was the stepping stone he chose.

This battle was planned long ago.

The sword energy stretched for tens of thousands of miles, shaking the heavens and cracking the void.

Gouchen's defense was impenetrable, without making a single unnecessary move, as steady as a rock.

Ye Feng's speed was ridiculously fast, but even he was at a loss when faced with such an opponent.

He was waiting—waiting for Ye Feng to reveal a weakness.

Or rather, he simply created a flaw himself.

Prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. After enduring countless sword strikes from Ye Feng, Emperor Gouchen finally faltered slightly, revealing a sliver of an opening.

Almost at the same instant, a sharp sword light struck down like lightning, and Ye Feng's figure leaped out of the void, aiming straight for vital points.

A cold smile crept across Gou Chen's lips as his figure suddenly blurred, Ye Feng's sword piercing right through him—as if he had struck nothing more than an illusion. The Thirty-Six Heavenly Divine Powers: Standing Without a Shadow!

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. He suddenly spread his wings and tried to create distance.

However, it was too late.

In Gou Chen's hand now appeared a small jade lamp, less than a foot tall, its entire body crystal clear like emerald, with twin wicks intertwined and burning, radiating a light that illuminated the heavens and the earth.

Wherever the light reached, illusions vanished, and space seemed to freeze. Ye Feng felt his entire body stiffen, and even moving became difficult. The Innate Spiritual Treasure—the Emerald Light Yin-Yang Lamp.

This lamp was originally from the Eastern Emperor's palace. It was born of heaven and earth and can emit supreme light, transforming into the two polarities.

It suppresses the void and confuses the soul, making it a true nemesis of the Great Luo.

As soon as Ye Feng's figure was frozen, Gou Chen threw out the long sword in his hand. With a light tap of his fingertip, the sword light burst forth, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky.

This sword strike was too ruthless; the sword energy was condensed to the extreme, and wherever its edge struck, even an immortal body would be instantly shattered.

But Ye Feng remained unfazed.

Although he was confined to the space and unable to escape through the nodes, his speed alone was no less than that of an ordinary person.

Four illusory wings suddenly unfurled behind him, and his figure retreated with lightning speed, running parallel to the sword light without missing a beat.

Gou Chen sneered, "You think you can escape like this?"

The sword technique changed again, and the Tengshe Sword suddenly exploded, transforming into a sky full of sword nets, the cold light obscuring the sun, and everywhere one looked there was killing intent.

The sword's power even ripped countless cracks into the space of the Heavenly Court.

Every ray of sword light possesses the power to shatter the world.

At this moment, Ye Feng was enveloped by thousands upon thousands of such sword lights!

At that moment, Gouchen held up a lamp with one hand, and its light shone down upon all realms in the ten directions.

The light of Yin and Yang transforms into a flow of Yin and Yang, penetrating directly into the primordial spirit.

Ye Feng felt dizzy and almost lost his mind.

But after all, he was a Great Luo cultivator who had glimpsed the origin of the world and cultivated the Chaos Golden Crow Technique.

In that critical moment, his mind cleared, and a chaotic area emerged from the depths of his consciousness, within which a golden crow flapped its wings and cried out in the flames.

A great sun rose from the chaos, its blazing light piercing through the mist and dispelling all illusions.

"So that's how it is! The Chaos Golden Crow Technique is perfect for countering this lamp!"

Ye Feng instantly understood, but the sword net was already overhead.

His gaze sharpened, and the Demon Emperor Sword slashed out fiercely—

With a single sword strike, golden sword energy soared into the sky, shaking the heavens!

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy suddenly split into billions of fine sword rays, as thin as gossamer threads, yet capable of cleaving through the void and burning stars.

"The sword light splits apart," Gou Chen murmured, his tone tinged with surprise.

The way of the sword has always been known for its killing and warfare. Since the beginning of time, among countless cultivation systems, the sword is the most ferocious.

Even those who are not specialists in swordsmanship usually possess a few powerful sword techniques.

Within the art of swordsmanship, there are three distinct realms:

Sword energy and thunderous sound, sword practice into silk, sword light splitting apart.

The so-called sword energy and thunderous sound are not merely a superficial breakthrough of the sound barrier.

That's just the tip of the iceberg, barely even qualifying you for entry-level knowledge.

The true meaning of sword energy and thunderous sound is to break the limits of speed and tear apart the shackles of space and time.

With a single sword strike, he vanished into nothingness, appearing and disappearing without a trace, formless and without a mark.

Those who reach the pinnacle can even wield their swords through the river of time, severing the past and cutting through the future with a single strike.

Ye Feng naturally understood sword energy and thunderous sound.

In his early years, his swordsmanship was mediocre. It wasn't until he obtained the "Primordial Chaos Judgment" technique that he truly stepped into the realm of swordsmanship.

"The Primordial Chaos" is the first of the Seven Swords of Primordial Chaos and the origin of swordsmanship.

Once you understand one principle, you understand all principles.

Unfortunately, his cultivation was still shallow, far from reaching the level of breaking through the Heavenly Court's space, let alone being able to make a move within the River of Time. He was of little use in this battle.

What he is using right now is the splitting of sword light.

Reaching the pinnacle of this realm manifests in two ways: one is "one sword breaks through all laws," and the other is "one sword gives birth to all laws."

The splitting of sword light is the initial manifestation of the latter.

One sword strikes, and ten thousand swords follow.

Each sword aura can evolve into a peerless divine power, containing the flow of three thousand sword intents.

Even the Great Emperor Gouchen had never reached such a level.

As for "refining the sword into silk," it is the path of the former—extreme refinement, impervious to all laws.

The sword energy, compressed to its limit, is indestructible and can cut through anything.

No matter how many supernatural powers you possess, I can defeat you with a single sword strike.

Ye Feng's sword light splitting technique has now faintly touched the threshold of "one sword gives rise to ten thousand laws".

It's a pity that his cultivation period is still short. If he had been given hundreds of years to devote himself to enlightenment, he would probably have already reached the supreme sword realm and become the master of ten thousand swords.

Countless sword shadows clashed violently on the west side of the Heavenly Palace, unleashing a blindingly brilliant light. Thunderous sword cries rolled outwards, resounding like heavenly drums echoing through the nine heavens.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, palaces and pavilions were all reduced to dust.

Only the Gouchen Palace remained in ruins, though it trembled violently, its walls cracked, and it was on the verge of collapse.

clang--!

With a crisp, metallic sound, the Tengshe Sword suddenly flew out of my hand, soaring high into the air and tracing an arc as it hurtled into the distance.

Due to its inferior quality, it was ultimately crushed and defeated by the Demon Emperor Sword.

Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to lock onto Emperor Gouchen when, in an instant, the void rippled and a faint light quietly drifted over.

The light was hidden within the halo of the Yin-Yang lamp, almost imperceptible.

It only appears at the very moment of close proximity, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, suddenly coiling around and approaching!

Demon-Binding Rope!

Emperor Gouchen's lips curled into a cold smile. This treasure was on par with the Immortal Binding Rope, both being top-tier treasures. Once trapped, magical power was immediately sealed, especially effective against demons, its effect even surpassing that of the Immortal Binding Rope.

All previous attacks were merely feints and cover, intended to conceal this fatal blow.

Despite being bound by ropes, Ye Feng remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

With a slight tremor of her left sleeve, a bamboo cane silently slipped into her palm.

A rainbow of colors burst forth from the tip of the staff, and with a gentle touch, it swept away the fallen leaves like a breeze.

(The previous chapter has been corrected)