I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

"you!"

Upon hearing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyebrows furrowed, and she roared angrily. Her jade hand suddenly shot out, transforming into a giant golden palm that grabbed straight at Jiang Wang. "You audacious madman, how dare you utter such arrogant words! Today I will show you the methods of Buddhism!"

Jiang Wang raised his eyelids, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. Without moving, he simply raised his hand and lightly flicked it, "Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the golden giant palm was shattered by an invisible force before it even got close.

A faint red mark appeared on the back of Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand. Her expression changed, and a hint of shock and anger flashed in her eyes.

"Guanyin, you've stretched your reach a bit too far."

Jiang Wang slowly withdrew his hand, casually flicking his sleeve as if to brush away some dirt. "I am, after all, a great god of justice in the Heavenly Court. If this slap of yours had landed properly, the Buddhist sect would have truly lost face."

"You are presumptuous!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva's pretty face turned pale with anger, and the willow branch in her vase trembled slightly, as if she was about to make another move, but Bodhi Patriarch raised his hand to stop her.

"Amitabha."

Patriarch Bodhi uttered a low Buddhist chant, his gaze growing increasingly profound. "Jiang Wang, this old monk knows your methods are extraordinary, and your Saint-level luminous array is even more mysterious and unpredictable."

But Jin Chanzi is the lifeblood of our Buddhist sect. Now that you have detained him, could you please tell me his current situation?

Upon hearing this, a hint of mockery flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes, and he slowly said, "Jin Chanzi?"

He's doing very well with me.

I just wanted to see what would happen if a Buddhist disciple took the Tao.

Bodhi, old man, what's your hurry?
Are you afraid I'll spoil him and ruin your Buddhist plans?

Upon hearing this, Bodhi Patriarch's expression changed slightly, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes. However, as if he had thought of something, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wang, since you insist on this, this old monk is not willing to get entangled with you any further."

Today, I ask for only one thing: are you willing to swear that fifty years from now, you will release Jin Chanzi and send him on his journey to the West to obtain the scriptures?

"If you refuse, this old monk will risk the backlash of Heaven to curse and kill Jin Chanzi, and choose another pilgrim!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the cliff face froze once again.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. Why did Patriarch Bodhi compromise so easily?

But he remained expressionless and laughed, "Old Bodhi, are you threatening me?"
Fine, what if they're released in fifty years?

"I swear today that if Jin Chanzi is not released from the mountain in fifty years, may I, Jiang Wangtian, be struck by lightning. What do you say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wang raised his hand and pointed to the sky. A golden light shot out from his fingertip and soared into the clouds, faintly resonating with the Dao of Heaven.

Seeing this, Bodhi Patriarch's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he nodded: "Good, Jiang Wang, since you have made this vow, this old monk is at ease."

However, this old monk has one more request. May I see Jin Chanzi's current condition and how well you are 'nurturing' him?"

Upon hearing this, alarm bells rang in Jiang Wang's mind. The words of the Bodhi Patriarch seemed peaceful, but they were tinged with a hint of eeriness.

He glanced around discreetly and indeed sensed a faint array fluctuation in the air that had not yet dissipated—it was the Bodhi Patriarch's Sumeru Boundless Array!

Jiang Wang sneered, but pretended to be indifferent and nodded, saying, "See?"

of course can.

"I'm keeping Jin Chanzi in my Meteorite Ring. He's gotten as fat as a ball. Old Bodhi, you'd better keep a close eye on him!"

As he spoke, Jiang Wang raised his hand and waved it. The Meteor Ring flashed, and a baby in swaddling clothes slowly appeared. Jiang Wang carefully held the baby in his arms and teased him, "Little guy, look, this group of bald monks has come to pick you up. Tell me, do you want to go with them, or continue to eat and drink well with me?"

Bodhi Patriarch's gaze sharpened, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He abruptly slammed his staff down, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and the Sumeru Immeasurable Array was suddenly activated!

An invisible wave surged from the formation, heading straight for the "infant" in Jiang Wang's arms.

It was rolled up, as if to be moved.

Jiang Wang, however, was prepared. A smirk played on his lips as he made a hand seal, and the "infant" in his arms...

With a flash of light, it transformed into a piece of wood, lying quietly in the swaddling clothes.

"Bodhi old man, you think you can fool me with such a petty trick?"

Jiang Wang laughed loudly, threw the piece of wood in his hand, and smashed it straight at Bodhi Patriarch, "The Great Array of Sumeru?"
Do you really think I can't see through your tricks?
Innocent!"

Seeing that he had been tricked, Bodhi Patriarch's face turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with rage that almost burst forth. "Jiang Wang!"
How dare you mock this old monk!

He suddenly took a step forward, slamming his staff down heavily, causing the ground to crack and a burst of Buddhist light to shoot into the sky, as if he were about to unleash his power without regard for anything else.

"Master, please calm your anger!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva rushed forward and grabbed Bodhi Patriarch, saying urgently, "This boy is cunning; we must not fall for his provocation!"

Jiang Wang, however, was not afraid at all. He crossed his arms and laughed even more wildly: "Old Bodhi, you are so old, yet you still have such a temper. Tsk tsk, look at your posture, are you so angry that you want to vomit blood?"
"Come, come, I'm waiting to see what tricks you old bald monk have up your sleeve!"

"you!

you!
you!"

Patriarch Bodhi was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He pointed at Jiang Wang, his hair and beard standing on end, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Caught off guard, the blood ended up spraying all over the face of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara beside him.

Dipankara Buddha stood frozen in place, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. He slowly wiped the blood from his face, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Hahahaha!"

Jiang Wang laughed so hard he almost fell over, pointing at Bodhi Patriarch and saying, "Old Bodhi, you really know how to spit blood accurately!"
Ran Deng, what are you doing standing there?

Why should I take this hit for him?
"Tsk tsk, Buddhism has utterly lost face today!"

"Jiang Wang!"
You've gone too far!

Bodhi Patriarch was so angry that he trembled all over, slamming his staff on the ground repeatedly, radiating Buddhist light, but he was held back by Guanyin and Dipankara.

"Jiang Wang, stop your arrogance!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva gave a cold shout, and the willow branch in her vase shook as if she was about to make a move, but was stopped by a glare from Jiang Wang.

"What, Guanyin, do you want to be slapped again?"

Jiang Wang sneered, waved his sleeve, and the wind and clouds on the cliff rose again. "I am in a good mood today and will not bother with you."

Go back to your sacred mountain. I, Jin Chanzi, will take care of him. Fifty years from now, I will release him from the mountain.

Want to try something different?

"It won't be this cheap next time!"

Bodhi Patriarch was so angry that his face turned purple, but in the end he dared not make any more rash moves.

He glared at Jiang Wang and hissed, "Jiang Wang, you'd better watch yourself!"
Fifty years from now, this old monk will surely return to meet you again!

Having said that, he waved his sleeve, and the Buddhist monks transformed into golden light, disappearing in an instant.

On the cliff, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, watching the golden light disappear into the distance, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Old Bodhi, trying to play mind games with me?"
"Ha, you're still too green."

He looked down at the meteorite ring in his hand, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "Jin Chanzi, just stay put. The show that will last for fifty years has only just begun." Outside Zixiao Palace, the chaotic energy flowed like silk threads, swirling in the endless void, faintly revealing an ancient and unchanging majesty.

The two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, stepped on golden light, passed through the chaotic mist, and slowly descended onto the jade steps in front of the palace gate.

The palace gates stood tall, and the gilded pillars were carved with mysterious Taoist patterns, exuding a chilling aura.

The guide was dressed in a plain robe, with a compassionate face. He held a seven-jeweled tree in his hand, and as the branches and leaves swayed, countless rays of Buddha light flowed around them.

Zhunti, dressed in a golden kasaya, had a hint of impatience in his brows and was tightly gripping a gleaming golden whisk in his hand, clearly indicating his unease.

"Senior brother, the atmosphere of Zixiao Palace seems to be even more profound than before."

Zhunti said in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the Dao patterns on the palace gate, and he vaguely felt an invisible pressure.

Jieyin nodded slightly, his voice deep and resonant like an ancient bell: "The abode of the Dao Ancestor is naturally mysterious and boundless."

However, today's events are unlikely to be due to the grandeur of the palace; rather, it's the attitude of the Tongtian Sect Leader that's even more troublesome.

Zhunti frowned, flicked his whisk lightly, and a burst of golden light appeared: "Hmph, Tongtian is arrogant and aloof. Back in the Investiture of the Gods, he made an enemy of my Western Sect."

Now, because of Jiang Wang's matter, we have to humble ourselves and beg him, which is truly unpleasant.

Jieyin sighed, his gaze deep: "Junior brother, Jiang Wang is truly a troublesome fellow."

The Bodhi Patriarch himself told us that the luminous array had been upgraded to the Saint level, and even a Saint's attack could not shake it.

If this formation is not broken, the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi will be trapped inside, and how can the Journey to the West plan proceed?
The Master of Heaven was the creator of this formation; only he can break this predicament.

Zhunti snorted coldly: "If it weren't for Bodhi's incompetence, how could Jiang Wang have grown to this extent?"

The Sumeru Boundless Formation has been broken twice, and even the Six Roots Pure Bamboo couldn't suppress this brat. He's truly useless!

Jieyin waved his hand, signaling Zhunti to calm down: "Things have come to this point, scolding will not help."

"Let's go to the palace and seek an audience with the Dao Ancestor; perhaps he can offer some guidance."

Without another word, the two stepped into the Zixiao Palace.

The palace was shrouded in mist and ethereal music. In the center, a huge platform floated, and a figure sat on it, none other than the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Hongjun was draped in a gray robe, his face blurred, as if he had merged into the world. Behind him, a chaotic halo slowly rotated, radiating endless Daoist charm.

"Disciples Jieyin and Zhunti pay their respects to their teacher."

The two saints bowed in unison, their voices respectful.

Hongjun opened his eyes, two beams of light flashing like stars, his tone calm yet carrying supreme majesty: "Why have you come?"

Jieyin stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said, "Reporting to the teacher, the Western Sect needs to rescue the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi for the grand plan of Journey to the West, but he is trapped in the Saint-level Radiant Array by Jiang Wang."

This formation was created by the Tongtian Sect Leader. This disciple humbly requests Master's guidance to obtain an audience with the Tongtian Sect Leader in order to break this formation.

Hongjun's gaze was distant, as if piercing through endless time and space, and he slowly said, "Tongtian is in the Hunyuan Hall. You may go there on your own."

However, you all know his character; whether he succeeds or fails is entirely up to fate.

Upon hearing this, Zhunti frowned and said in a low voice, "Master, the Tongtian Sect Leader has an old grudge against our Western Sect, and I'm afraid he is unwilling to help."

Hongjun closed his eyes and said nothing more. He simply waved his hand, and a chaotic light gate appeared in front of the two of them.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and step into the gate of light.

Beyond the gate of light was a magnificent hall, spacious inside, with only a giant sword floating in the center. The sword exuded an incomparably sharp aura, and its tip pointed straight to the sky, as if to pierce through the chaos.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, dressed in a green robe, stood with his back to the two men, holding a Qingping sword in his hand, which he was slowly wielding.

The sword light was like water, flowing as if countless stars were being born and dying. With each swing of the sword, the chaotic energy was shattered and turned into nothingness.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood at the entrance of the hall, observing quietly.

The overwhelming sword intent surged forth like a tidal wave, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Zhunti whispered, "Senior brother, Tongtian's cultivation is even stronger than when he was conferred the title of God."

This sword intent... it has probably reached a state of perfection.

Jieyin nodded slightly, his gaze solemn: "After the Investiture of the Gods, he was imprisoned in Zixiao Palace and devoted himself to cultivation for thousands of years. His progress in swordsmanship far exceeded our imagination."

No wonder the Dao Ancestor made him go into seclusion here.

As the two were whispering, the Tongtian Sect Leader paused, gently sheathed his Qingping Sword, and pointed the tip diagonally at the ground, producing a crisp sword sound.

He slowly turned around, his face cold and stern, his eyes like lightning, sweeping straight at Jieyin and Zhunti.

There was no warmth in his eyes, as if he were looking at two strangers.

"What brings you two sages from afar?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader's voice was cold and tinged with sarcasm.

Jieyin stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully, "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, this humble monk has come here for the grand plan of the Journey to the West."

"The reincarnation of Jin Chanzi is trapped in a Saint-level luminous array by Jiang Wang. This array was created by you, fellow Daoist, and its power is unparalleled. We are helpless and have come to seek your guidance on how to break it."

Zhunti followed closely behind, forcing a smile: "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, our Western Sect was indeed wrong in the matter of the Investiture of the Gods back then. We have come here today to apologize. We hope that you will not hold a grudge and will lend us a helping hand."

Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile: "Apologize?"
What a fine apology!
"Back then, you joined forces with the Primordial Celestial Venerable to break my Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, causing the near-total death and destruction of my Intercepting Sect disciples, leaving my sect devastated. I have been imprisoned here for thousands of years, and you think you can settle this with a mere 'apology'?"

Zhunti's face stiffened, he gripped his whisk tightly, and suppressed his anger: "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, the matter of the Investiture of the Gods is ordained by Heaven, and is not our intention."

Today's events concern the grand plan of the Journey to the West, and are the will of Heaven. I hope you will prioritize the greater good.

"The Way of Heaven?"
The bigger picture?

The Tongtian Sect Leader snorted coldly, and with a slight tremor of his Qingping Sword, a rainbow of light instantly ripped a crack in the hall, tearing apart the chaotic energy that failed to heal for a long time. "You all keep talking about the Heavenly Dao, but in reality, you are only after your own selfish interests!"
"That Jiang Wang is merely a mortal, yet he has managed to force you all to this point; I am truly impressed."

When Jieyin saw that Tongtian's tone was becoming increasingly unfriendly, he hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, please calm down."

Jiang Wang is a man of great fortune, having obtained the Meteorite Ring, which contains a vast space capable of storing both living and inanimate objects.

With the power of this precept, he created a Taoist temple, hid the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi inside, and set up a Saint-level luminous array that even a Saint's attack could not shake.

The Sumeru Boundless Formation, which was presided over by the Burning Lamp, was tricked by him twice in a row, and even the Six Roots Pure Bamboo could not do anything to him.

If this child is not eliminated, the grand plan of the Journey to the West may face unforeseen circumstances.

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the Tongtian Sect Leader, as if he had developed some interest in Jiang Wang: "Meteor Ring?"

Saint-level Glimmering Array?

"Interesting... This child is merely a mortal, yet he has managed to deduce the formation I casually created years ago to this extent. He does possess some skill."

Seeing that Tongtian's tone had softened slightly, Zhunti quickly pressed his advantage: "Fellow Daoist, this formation was created by you, and only you know how to break it."

"I humbly request your guidance, fellow Daoist. My Western Sect will surely repay you handsomely." (End of Chapter)