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

Snapped!

The Demon-Binding Rope's spiritual light vanished instantly, and even its primordial essence was suppressed, falling to the dust in a flurry.

Gou Chen's face stiffened abruptly, and his heart trembled violently—the connection between him and the magic weapon was completely severed in an instant!

What kind of divine weapon is this?!

He knew that Ye Feng had a strange bamboo staff, but he never expected that it could break his killing move so easily.

Before he could even react, Ye Feng had already made his move.

With a sudden unfolding of its wings, its figure became a blur, hurtling towards Gouchen at incredible speed.

The Demon Emperor Sword struck again, tearing the sky with a golden sword rainbow.

"Gou Chen, the game ends here."

Ye Feng's voice was as cold as frost, "It's time to show your true skills."

Before the words were even finished, the world changed color. Amidst the surging sword intent, the entire celestial realm trembled and vibrated.

The might of a Great Luo Golden Immortal erupted in full force, and the magical power accumulated over three eons surged forth, almost pushing the Heavenly Realm to its limit.

"Oh."

Gou Chen raised the corners of his lips slightly and gently tossed the Yin-Yang Lamp in his hand. The lamp flame hovered in mid-air, its light swirling.

"Since the King of Thailand is willing to compete, I will accompany him to the end."

After saying that, his momentum suddenly surged!

His gaze sharpened, his aura soared to the heavens, and his vast magical power stirred the universe, triggering extraordinary phenomena in the world.

The five fingers slowly arched up, each finger bursting forth with earth-shattering power, transforming into five colossal pillars reaching to the heavens and earth, obscuring the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the terrifying light and shadow towering in the sky can still be seen.

The next instant, he raised his palm to meet the attack, actually using his bare hands to directly confront the Demon Emperor's sword!

Boom—!

The two supreme powers collided head-on, causing a storm to explode. Hundreds of millions of storm dragons roared out, turning palaces to ashes and obliterating buildings wherever they passed.

Within a vast expanse, countless celestial officials and ministers perished on the spot, their blood staining the sea of ​​clouds.

Even the Gouchen Palace collapsed under this attack, with broken tiles raining down.

Amidst deafening roars, the two engaged in a life-or-death duel.

Ye Feng had been preparing for this battle for a long time.

To predict the strength of his opponent, he once challenged the True Martial Emperor alone at Huaguo Mountain, using the cultivation of one of the Four Emperors to deduce the depth of Gouchen.

Although neither side went all out that time, this time is different.

This is a battle of principles, a fight to the death; to retreat means defeat.

The Demon Emperor Sword blazed with golden light, each strike carrying the true fire of the sun, burning the heavens and boiling the seas, even piercing through the void.

Emperor Gouchen did not take up any weapon, but with only his bare hands, he unleashed a supreme divine fist technique. The fist technique was earth-shattering, containing the power to destroy all heavens, and he actually withstood the Demon Emperor's sword blade with his mortal body without being defeated.

As the battle intensified, the two gradually lost themselves in the fight.

As Ye Feng fought, he observed the situation and realized that the Great Emperor Gouchen must have some kind of heaven-defying body-refining secret technique. His physical body was so strong that even the Demon Emperor Sword could not break through it.

It bears a striking resemblance to the indestructible body of a monkey.

It should be noted that the Demon Emperor Sword is specifically designed to counter immortal bodies, but it is only effective against the bloodline of ancient great witches. Its power is limited against other types of immortal bodies.

Moreover, in terms of sharpness alone, this sword is not even top-tier among spiritual treasures of the same level.

Its true significance lies in its symbolism—it embodies the supreme authority of the demon race, possessing the power to command all demons.

It was because of this sword that the Great Sage Overturning the Sea truly submitted. Even when it came to such a monstrous act as attacking the Heavenly Court, the dragon did not hesitate and even poured out its entire resources to help.

As a result, the West Heavenly Gate, where Ye Feng was located, became the focus of everyone's attention.

At this moment, Ye Feng's pupils ignited with two blazing flames. He activated his Golden Crow Divine Eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, meticulously capturing every flaw in his opponent's movements.

The Gouchen Fist is as powerful as the sky being torn apart and collapsing. Each strike is accompanied by the might of thunder. Wherever the fist wind goes, the void trembles, as if the Great Dao is roaring and the world changes color.

The two had exchanged blows for dozens of rounds, and Ye Feng already knew in his heart that this person was a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Its magical power was immense, surging endlessly like a tangible river overflowing the heavens.

If he hadn't possessed divine weapons like the Demon Emperor Sword and the Bamboo Staff, he would have been completely suppressed and forced to retreat step by step by relying solely on his physical strength.

A magical foundation spanning seven eons!

This number exploded in Ye Feng's mind. The Great Luo Realm was the pinnacle of immortality, completely different from the previous realms—without accumulating magical power for an entire eon, one couldn't even touch the threshold.

One Yuanhui (元会) is 129,600 years. For mortals, it is a time of great change, and for immortals, it is a time long enough to erode their will.

Not to mention, simply accumulating years of experience is useless. Without the opportunity for sudden enlightenment, without being able to touch the origin of the world, and without seeing that glimpse of "truth," no matter how many billions of years you cultivate diligently, you will still find it difficult to enter the gate of the Great Luo.

Even Ye Feng himself, as a direct disciple of a sage, who mastered the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang and the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Earthly Fiends, and also cultivated the Chaos Golden Crow Technique and was familiar with the secret arts of the Ancestral Witches, still had to rely on the Peaches of Immortality and Golden Pills to forcibly break through his cultivation realm.

Upon entering the Great Luo realm, one immediately possesses the power of the Three Yuan Assembly, which is already an extraordinary stroke of luck.

Even veterans like Chishongzi only possessed the power of two Yuanhui, requiring the use of the Dutian Shensha Formation to kill them.

As for the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, he only had the cultivation of a Yuan Hui. At that time, Ye Feng could only destroy his Buddha body. If he did not use the formation, he would not have been able to keep him.

The Gouchen Emperor before us now possesses the power of the Seven Yuan Society!

The gap is more than just muddy.

boom--!

Another earth-shattering collision occurred, causing the entire celestial palace, spanning billions of miles, to shake violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. Western air currents surged, rushing straight to the thirty-third heaven, and a chaotic hue faintly appeared between heaven and earth, with the laws of nature in disarray.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, everyone felt the aftershocks and their minds were shaken.

Fortunately, this battle took place in the central area of ​​Heaven, where the space was stable and could withstand it.

Elsewhere, such a clash of ripples would likely obliterate countless worlds with a mere flick of the wrist.

……

Let's set aside the earth-shattering battle between Ye Feng and Gou Chen for now.

At this very moment, the fighting outside the Tongming Hall has not yet ceased.

The monkey was surrounded by Wang Lingguan and his thirty-six thunder generals, but the more it fought, the more ferocious it became, its bloodlust boiling. It gradually gained the upper hand and forced the gods to retreat step by step.

Wen Zhong watched the battle from afar, his pupils slightly contracting.

This demon monkey is too ferocious. If this continues, Wang Lingguan and the others will surely be defeated!

If he were to break into the Lingxiao Palace... the consequences would be unimaginable!

Before the thought had even formed, suddenly the Buddha's light from the Western Paradise surged forth, like a golden waterfall cascading down from the heavens, instantly illuminating the entire Thirty-Three Heavens.

The sound of Zen chanting swept away inner demons, heavenly flowers fell in profusion, golden lotuses emerged from the void, white lotuses sprang from the ground, and the fragrance of sandalwood filled the air.

A golden statue, sixteen feet tall, arrived on a lotus, its halo of merit behind it as deep and boundless as the ocean, its aura as profound as the beginning of the universe, and as immovable as the ultimate Buddha.

The moment that figure stood there, it seemed as if the entire Buddhist and Taoist traditions had converged there.

Wen Zhong stared intently, his expression complex.

The visitor was none other than Shakyamuni—the current head of Buddhism, formerly the Daoist Duobao of the Jie Sect.

But he had long since severed ties with his past. When Laozi converted the barbarians, he was reincarnated and born in Kapilavastu, a country in the Western Continent, and joined the Shakya clan.

On the day of his birth, extraordinary phenomena appeared in the sky, ten thousand Buddhas paid homage, and auspicious signs abounded.

After countless eons of arduous cultivation, he finally attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, rose and took seven steps, pointing one finger to the sky and one finger to the earth, his voice resounding throughout the universe:

"Above and below heaven, I alone am supreme!"

In an instant, immeasurable merit descended from heaven and earth, and the Buddhist fortune gathered around him, enabling him to attain the quasi-saint status and be called "Shakyamuni Tathagata".

From then on, Amitabha Buddha went into seclusion in the Pure Land, and all the power in Buddhism came into his hands.

He also completely relinquished the name of Duobao and severed all ties with his former friends. For his path had already taken him to the West.

Upon seeing his arrival, Wen Zhong immediately bowed and greeted the Tathagata: "Wen Zhong, the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of the Nine Heavens, pays respects to the Tathagata."

Shakyamuni's gaze was indifferent, his hand resting lightly on his chest, his expression unmoving.

"You may dispense with the formalities, Heavenly Venerable."

Then, he glanced at the monkeys on the battlefield, his eyes flashing slightly, and spoke calmly:

"Heavenly Venerable, I request that the Thunder Department temporarily withdraw. Release that impudent monkey; this humble monk wishes to personally test his abilities."

Wen Zhong nodded in agreement.

From the moment the Buddha's light first appeared, he knew that the outcome was already decided.

Today, Buddhism is flourishing, and Buddhist teachings are spread throughout Xiniuhezhou, its fortunes are at their zenith.

As the leader of Buddhism, Shakyamuni was a top-tier being among quasi-saints, with very few in the Three Realms who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. Even with his unparalleled supernatural powers, the Monkey King could not stir up the slightest trouble.

As soon as Wen Zhong's drum sounded, the thirty-six thunder generals retreated in unison. Wang Lingguan feinted with his whip and then gracefully retreated.

The monkey did not pursue, but put away its three heads and six arms, and its gaze shot towards the Buddha like lightning.

With his piercing eyes narrowed slightly, he saw that the fat monk was surrounded by golden light, his fleshy topknot barely visible, and the rest of his features were indistinct. Just as he was about to step forward to question him, the word "calamity" that Ye Feng had reminded him of earlier suddenly flashed through his mind.

My heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... that a great calamity is coming?

Upon seeing the Buddha, the monkey instinctively felt a sense of apprehension.

But he showed no sign of it on his face, silently recalling Ye Feng's instructions. He leaped forward and shouted sharply:

"Where did this bald monk come from, daring to interfere in Old Sun's affairs?"

The Buddha stood smiling: "I am Shakyamuni Buddha, the master of the Great Thunderclap Temple in the West. I have heard of your rampant rebellion and repeated offenses against the Heavenly Court, so I have come to meet you. I do not know where you came from, or when you attained enlightenment, yet you dare to act so recklessly?"

The monkey raised its head and snorted coldly: "I am a spiritual stone monkey born of heaven and earth, the ancestor of Flower Fruit Mountain, the home of Water Curtain Cave. I seek immortals and comprehend the mysteries of the Tao, and cultivate the true and wonderful method of longevity. I can change seventy-two times at will, and somersault clouds can travel ten thousand miles!"

The mortal realm is too small to contain my ambition; I aspire to occupy the highest position in the Heavenly Realm. Is the Lingxiao Palace solely for him? Emperors rise and fall throughout history; the strong are respected, why should we be humble! A hero should seize the initiative!

The Buddha chuckled and shook his head: "He was originally a wild monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain in the lower realm who had become a spirit. How dare he presume to usurp the Jade Emperor's throne? He has been cultivating since the beginning of time, and has gone through 1,750 kalpas, each of which is 129,600 years long. You can calculate how many long years it took to earn his current position."

You beast who has just gained human form, spouting such arrogant words, you truly have no regard for your own life! You'd better submit now, lest you perish in an instant, body and soul, and waste this innate intelligence you possessed.

Upon hearing this, the monkey immediately sensed the veiled malice in the other's words and knew that there was no way to retreat.

Moreover, having already breached the four Heavenly Gates and committed heinous crimes, he had no way back.

He spoke in a deep voice: "Though he has lived a long life, it doesn't mean he should sit on the throne forever! As the saying goes—the emperor's throne rotates, next year it's my turn. Make him move out and give me the Heavenly Palace. If you agree, fine; if not—I, Sun Wukong, will storm the Lingxiao Palace and make sure he never has a peaceful day again!"

The Buddha remained unmoved, still smiling: "You monkey, you have quite the big mouth. Since you speak of the law of the jungle, then this humble monk would like to ask, what abilities do you possess?"

A glint of light flashed in the monkey's eyes: "He has so many abilities! Seventy-two transformations at will, an indestructible immortal body, and a somersault that can cover 108,000 li—why shouldn't he sit on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor?"

The Buddha slowly extended his right palm: "Since that's the case, how about we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" the monkey asked, squinting.

"Let's bet on your somersault cloud." Buddha said, palm up. "If you're truly capable, you can somersault out of my palm, and that's your win. I won't use force; I'll personally go and ask the Jade Emperor to move his capital to the West."

If you can't get out, you can go back to the mortal realm and be your demon monkey again, cultivate for a few more tribulations, and then come back to fight for this heavenly position.

The monkey felt a chill run down its spine, thinking to itself: This fat monk is indeed cunning; he's trying to trick me with words!

Fortunately, my senior brother had given me a heads-up—he holds a Buddhist world in his palm, a universe of its own, which is not something that can be jumped out of by a mere somersault cloud.

They make it sound so grand and noble, talking about "cultivating for several more kalpas," but they could probably just turn their hand and suppress Old Sun at the bottom of the mountain, never to rise again!

He knew perfectly well what was going on, but instead of pointing it out, he grinned and said, "Bald monk, you said it yourself, so don't go back on your word!"

The Buddha calmly replied, "A monk does not lie. You are nothing but a clever monkey; why would this humble monk need to deceive you?"

The monkey nodded, then suddenly flicked his wrist and pulled out a piece of white paper; with a flick of his golden cudgel, it transformed into a wolf-hair brush.

He chuckled and handed it over, saying, "Words are no guarantee; a written agreement is the safest bet."

"..."

Buddha stared at the paper, speechless for a moment.

When did this monkey become so slippery?

His eyes flickered slightly, and he almost wanted to take action to suppress the enemy directly.

But thinking of the mysterious master behind him, he finally suppressed his anger.

Furthermore, this monkey has a deep karmic connection with Buddhism and will be a key figure in the next great eon; it is not advisable to create a deadly enmity between them.

He snorted coldly, gathered spiritual energy at his fingertips, and wrote down the bet word by word.

The monkey looked through each line, nodded in satisfaction, carefully put it into its bosom, and then leaped onto the Buddha's palm.

"Bald monk, Old Sun is about to jump!"