Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

boom!

Five hundred years later.

Xiao Leiyin Temple.

Huang Mei sat cross-legged in the main hall, surrounded by radiant Buddhist light and dense scriptures. Seven golden points of light, like the Big Dipper, continuously moved within the Buddhist light according to some mysterious law.

Within this realm, the Immortal Realm has nine minor realms, which are traditionally known as the Nine Great Grotto-Heavens in Taoism.

In traditional Buddhist records, these nine minor realms are referred to as the Nine Great Dharma Realms.

What is the Dharma Realm?

Simply put, it is the concept of "a world within a single flower"—a microcosm containing Mount Sumeru.

At this moment, the seven points of light surrounding Huang Mei are like seven microscopic dust particles containing Mount Sumeru. Each point of light is like a "world within a pot", storing a large amount of immortal energy.

What he needs to do is to transform the immortal energy he has cultivated for six hundred years into a tiny speck of dust that can contain Mount Sumeru, which means breaking through to the eighth level of the Immortal Realm!

Time flows on.

As he silently recited scriptures, deduced the laws, and comprehended the true meaning, he consumed a large amount of immortal energy to construct a microcosm containing Mount Sumeru. In the darkness, his soul entered a profound state of enlightenment, entrusting the matter of evolving the microcosm containing Mount Sumeru entirely to his cultivation instincts.

Through constant verification and comprehension, he finally found the key to unlocking the eighth level of the Immortal Realm in a moment of enlightenment. The immortal energy within his body erupted like a torrent, and golden scriptures filled his sea of ​​consciousness, flowing endlessly like hurricanes.

"open!"

Huang Mei suddenly shouted, and the seven micro-dust particles simultaneously emitted linear golden light, converging at a single point and condensing into a single point of golden light.

Gradually, the golden light grew brighter and brighter, forming its own space. As immortal energy continued to flow in, this small space was also growing rapidly.

The cost was that the magical power within the other seven micro-dust particles was consumed rapidly, and within a short period of time, more than two-thirds of the total power was depleted.

When the immortal energy reserves in his body dropped below one-third, Huang Mei began to use external forces to extract all the scavenging and accumulation over the past six hundred years, transforming it into the purest spiritual energy to nourish the seven micro-dust-containing Sumeru.

But in the end, even though all the spiritual herbs and roots were completely exhausted, the eighth micro-dust-containing Sumeru still did not fully take shape...

He was neither a useless person nor a pseudo-spiritual root, nor did he have any messy constraints. Therefore, after three hundred years under the tutelage of the Buddha of the East, he cultivated to the realm of immortals and became the strongest among the disciples of the Tushita Heavenly Court.

However, he was not some extraordinary genius, unlike those divine beings who could ascend to the celestial realm solely through talent, such as Marshal Tianpeng.

That's why he's facing this situation, falling just short at the crucial moment.

Under normal circumstances, he should stop, continue to accumulate experience, and continue to cultivate his inner strength.

If once doesn't work, try twice; if twice doesn't work, try three times. After all, we've already seen hope, and the next breakthrough is just a matter of time.

But he refused to give up, gritting his teeth and trying his best to absorb external spiritual energy, determined to make up for this shortcoming today.

The reason is simple: to this day, he still remembers the famous scene in The Lotus Lantern where Erlang Shen teaches Chenxiang a lesson.

At that time, Chenxiang exerted all his strength, but always fell just short of hitting Erlang Shen, so he was very puzzled as to why he always missed. Erlang Shen's answer was truly thought-provoking:

"It must be that during practice, it's always almost there, but when it comes to the crucial moment, it's just a little bit short."

Therefore, he didn't want to always settle for "good enough"; no matter what he faced, he wanted to grit his teeth and persevere to the end.

This is to prevent a small mistake from leading to a huge error at a crucial moment in the future!

A short while later.

A large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth began to gather towards the main hall, even forming a vortex on the roof.

This scene quickly attracted the attention of Bai Susu, the Mischievous Demon King, and many demon soldiers and generals, and everyone looked towards the main hall.

I don't know how much time passed.

The Demon King was the first to regain his senses and addressed the demon soldiers and generals before him:

"See? Power, gold, silver, and beautiful women—the king has all these things, yet he has been diligently cultivating for hundreds of years without the slightest slackening."

And what about you? You have no power, no money, no beautiful women, yet you still find training hard and cultivation tiring, and you slack off whenever you have the chance.

If things continue like this, even if another three to five hundred years pass, you will still be the lowest-level little monsters, never seeing a wider world, and never amounting to anything…”

Before them, the soldiers, who resembled a black tide, began to breathe heavily, and a strong fighting spirit quickly ignited in their hearts.

In front of the main hall.

Bai Susu sat cross-legged on the futon, quietly watching this scene, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The king is working hard, and so is she.

After six hundred years of dedicated cultivation, she has reached the threshold of the Human Immortal Realm, and a breakthrough is just around the corner...

"boom!"

Inside the main hall, in the void.

The tiny speck of dust that contained Mount Sumeru finally took complete shape, and its internal space tended to stabilize.

Pale-faced and weak, Huang Mei looked at the faint light and a joyful smile appeared on her face.

It's finally done.

It's really not easy.

In an instant, however, his smile vanished, and a sense of the long road ahead arose in his heart.

This is only the eighth level of the Immortal Realm. There is a ninth level, and then there are the Earth Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Immortal Realm, the Great Luo Realm, and so on. The path is long and arduous.

Moreover, it takes more than 600 years of hard work to go from the seventh to the eighth level of immortality. So how many years will it take to go from the eighth to the ninth level, and even beyond?

No wonder many of the gods in the original work were at the same level when they first appeared, and remained at the same level until the end.

In fact, no one in the entire westward journey practiced any spiritual cultivation during their journey.

In other words, arduous cultivation is too inefficient for high-level immortals.

Thinking of this, a feeling of joy welled up in his heart.

Fortunately.

I have a system!

Judging by the time, Sun Wukong should have been rescued by now, right?

Southern Zhanbuzhou.

On Mount Wuxing.

A bald monk with a fair complexion, dressed in white robes, and a hunter stood at the summit, where they saw thousands of golden rays and auspicious clouds in front of them.

Between the golden light and auspicious aura was a square stone with a cover on it bearing the six golden characters "Om Mani Padme Hum".

The monk bowed towards the golden characters and then prayed towards the west:

"Disciple Sanzang, on a journey westward by imperial decree, passed through this place and heard that a monkey was seeking help. If there is a master-disciple relationship, then please ask Buddha to allow me to remove the golden inscription. If this creature is a ferocious monster deceiving me, then I cannot remove it."

Having said that, he had just stood up, preparing to uncover the golden characters, when a fragrant breeze swept through the void, lifting the characters.

Immediately afterwards, a voice came from within the clouds: "I am the Great Sage's guardian. Today his tribulation is over, and we will return to Mount Ling."

Tripitaka looked delighted and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.

Down the mountain.

Sun Wukong sensed that the seal had been removed. He suppressed his urge to destroy the Five Elements Mountain, used a teleportation technique, disappeared down the mountain, and reappeared next to the peach tree.

In fact, without this peach tree that he had watched for nearly five hundred years, this Five Elements Mountain would certainly not exist anymore!