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

Li Shimin laughed loudly, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens: "Excellent! In this battle, we will first annihilate the Turks, then pacify the Tibetans. I will let the banners of the Great Tang fly everywhere!"

Jiang Wang watched from afar and nodded to himself.

This emperor certainly has some spirit.

The army set off, raising clouds of dust, but Jiang Wang did not accompany them.

He has more important things to do.

He turned around, and in a few breaths he reached the edge of the grassland.

Looking out, the withered yellow grass stretched as far as the eye could see. The wind blew, and the grass rippled. The faint howling of wolves could be heard from afar.

Jiang Wang now held a jade bottle in his hand. With the bottle slightly tilted, the Three Lights Divine Water poured down like a silver river, sprinkling onto the earth.

Wherever the divine water passed, withered grass instantly turned emerald green, the land turned from yellow to black, and exuded the fragrance of soil.

Before long, cracks appeared in the parched ground, and clear springs gushed out, forming streams that meandered through the land.

Jiang Wang waved his hand again, and the divine water in the bottle turned into mist, nourishing a hundred miles of land. Grass and trees grew wildly, and the outline of a forest was beginning to take shape.

"From now on, this grassland will be the fertile land of my Great Tang Dynasty."

Jiang Wang said softly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He then took out several talismans and threw them into the air. The talismans turned into golden light, merged into the earth, and stabilized the energy of this land.

In the distance, several refugees tentatively approached. Upon seeing this strange phenomenon, they all knelt down and cried out, "Immortal!"

Jiang Wang waved his hand, signaling them to stand up, and said gently, "Go, gather the villagers, and cultivate this land. The imperial court will send people to teach you how to farm."

The refugees kowtowed repeatedly, their eyes filled with hope.

Meanwhile, far away in Huoyun Cave, the Three Emperors sat solemnly in the main hall.

In the center of the hall, a Kongtong Seal identical to the one in Jiang Wang's hand floated in mid-air, with nine golden dragon phantoms swirling around it, emitting deep dragon roars.

Emperor Suiren frowned, his gaze deep: "The human race's fortune is soaring, and the Kongtong Seal is acting strangely. This is an omen of a great sage descending upon the world."

The Earthly Sovereign Fuxi stroked his beard and pondered: "After Confucius, humanity has been silent for a thousand years. Now that fortune is reviving, could it be that another sage is about to emerge?"

The Human Emperor Shennong shook his head, his tone heavy: "Confucius died before he could fully realize his ambitions. This time, we must protect him no matter what."

The three exchanged glances and began to calculate with their fingers, only to find that the secrets of heaven were in a state of chaos and difficult to grasp.

Suirenshi said in a deep voice, "Strengthen the great formation, isolate the secrets of heaven, and make sure the Heavenly Court does not discover it."

Jiang Wang was unaware of the unusual activity in the Fire Cloud Cave. He was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock deep in the grassland, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

The Kongtong Seal hovered in front of him, and the golden dragon phantom became increasingly solid, spewing out golden mist that flowed into his dantian like silk threads.

Jiang Wang felt a surge of heat within his body, and the bottleneck of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique quietly loosened at that moment.

With a thought, he brought up the system panel to check the mission rewards.

The numbers on the screen flashed, clearly indicating that there was one chance to win a prize.

He tapped the screen, a golden light flashed, and finally settled on "854 million experience points".

on.

Adding his previous 80 experience points, he has exactly 900 million.

"It's done!"

Jiang Wang was overjoyed. He circulated his cultivation technique, and his true essence surged like a river, breaking through the barriers. The seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was completed in a natural way.

He opened his eyes, a flash of golden light appearing briefly, and his aura surged, faintly accompanied by the roars of dragons and tigers.

He stood up, threw a punch, the air exploded, and a boulder a hundred feet away shattered into dust.

Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction. This breakthrough had raised his combat power to a new level.

On the other hand, the atmosphere within the pilgrimage team was far less smooth than that on Jiang Wang's side.

Outside the Water Curtain Cave on Flower Fruit Mountain, Sun Wukong leaned against a peach tree, playing with a golden cudgel in his hand, his eyes cold.

Tang Sanzang stood not far away, his face ashen, his anger over the loss of his cassock still burning.

He pointed at Wukong, his voice trembling: "You impudent monkey, the cassock is a Buddhist treasure, how dare you lose it? If I don't expel you from the sect, I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Wukong sneered and said lazily, "Bald monk, I, Old Sun, have already done more than enough to protect you on your journey to the West. Since the headband has lost its effectiveness, why should I put up with your nonsense?"

Tang Sanzang was so angry that he trembled all over. Just as he was about to speak, auspicious clouds descended from the sky, and Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared with a displeased expression.

She glanced at Tang Sanzang and said in a deep voice, "Xuanzang, for your own selfish reasons, you actually wanted to kill Wukong and ruin my great plan to obtain the scriptures. Your crime is unforgivable!"

After saying that, she raised her hand and waved it. Lightning descended from the sky, and the small building instantly turned to ashes. Tang Seng was struck by lightning, his body charred black, and he was on the verge of death.

Guanyin did not stop, but took out a willow branch, dipped it in the Three Lights Divine Water and sprinkled it on Tang Sanzang.

The divine water entered his body, and Tang Sanzang's injuries recovered rapidly, but his cultivation was reduced by 30%, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Xuanzang, this is punishment. I hope you will take it seriously."

Guanyin's tone was icy, then she turned to Wukong, her expression softening slightly, "Wukong, if you abandon the journey to the West, the Jade Emperor will not tolerate your affair with Baihuaxiu."

I can guarantee your safety, and upon your successful journey to the West, you will attain Buddhahood and enjoy eternal purity.

Upon hearing this, a hint of hesitation flashed in Wukong's eyes.

He recalled Baihuaxiu's gentle smile, his heart softened, and he finally nodded: "Alright, I, Old Sun, will accompany this bald monk one more time."

Guanyin breathed a sigh of relief and then turned her attention to the matter of the cassock.

She frowned and said, "The cassock is bound by the laws of space, and can only be untied by the innate spiritual treasure, the Flame Banner of the Earth."

However, the Tathagata has already gone to the realm beyond the heavens and will not return for some time; a solution will have to wait for some time.

Wukong said impatiently, "Then let's smash that broken barrier!"

Guanyin shook her head: "No, forcibly breaking the spell may damage the magical treasure."

She paused, then said, "Perhaps Patriarch Bodhi has a solution; you can go and seek his advice."

Wukong immediately took to the clouds and headed straight for Fangcun Mountain.

Bodhi Patriarch was meditating in his cave when he saw Wukong arrive. He smiled slightly and said, "You monkey, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Wukong told Bodhi about the cassock. After listening, Bodhi pondered for a moment and said, "The Flame Banner is sealed by the power of space and will take thirty years to wear down before it can be taken out."

Forcibly breaking through will inevitably destroy the magical artifact.

Wukong scratched his head and muttered, "Thirty years? That bald monk can wait that long, but I, Old Sun, can't!"

Bodhi smiled without saying a word, only saying, "Heavenly secrets cannot be forced; we should wait patiently."

Helpless, Wukong had no choice but to return to Flower Fruit Mountain and report back to Guanyin.

Guanyin sighed, "In that case, let's put aside the matter of the cassock for now, but the journey to obtain the scriptures cannot be stopped."

"You all prepare yourselves well; we will continue our westward journey in three days."

Wukong pouted, but ultimately didn't refute it. Meanwhile, on Jiang Wang's side, the project to transform the grassland was already showing initial results.

The fertile plains stretched for thousands of miles, crisscrossed by rivers. Under the guidance of officials, the displaced people began to cultivate the land and build houses, adding a touch of life to the grasslands.

Standing on the high slope, Jiang Wang looked down at this newly born land and felt a surge of pride.

He gripped the Kongtong Seal tightly and murmured, "The destiny of the Tang Dynasty, the future of humanity, perhaps... can truly change the world."

As the sun set, Jiang Wang's shadow stretched long in the afterglow.

He turned around, rode on the clouds and left. His next stop was Tibet.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, and the faint light array within the cave silently operated, spiritual energy, like threads, transformed into misty vapor that slowly seeped into his body.

The walls of the cave were inlaid with spirit stones, their crystal-clear light reflecting off his handsome face, yet a solemn expression lingered between his brows.

The spiritual energy around him fluctuated like the tide, and with each breath, it seemed to stir some kind of rhythm between heaven and earth.

He had already completed the seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and the power within his body was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, so vast and mighty that it seemed to be about to burst through his physical body.

He closed his eyes and focused inward, his primordial spirit sinking into his dantian, where golden light shone brightly, and clusters of pure cultivation power swirled like nebulae, faintly revealing a world-destroying power.

He silently calculated that, with the blessing of the luminous array, his cultivation speed had reached nearly five million times, far exceeding what ordinary people could imagine.

Even so, to prove one's Dao through force and accumulate ten billion units of cultivation to directly enter the Saint Realm, one still needs one hundred and eighty years of secluded and arduous cultivation.

Jiang Wang gently tapped his knee with his fingers, producing a crisp sound, as if he were talking to himself.

These 180 years, which would be several lifetimes for an ordinary person, were but a fleeting moment for him.

However, Hongjun's gaze had already fallen upon him. The Dao Ancestor, who resided high in Zixiao Palace, felt a prickling sensation from the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, making him wary.

"The Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique truly is a case of fortune and misfortune being intertwined."

Jiang Wang muttered to himself, his voice echoing within the cave, carrying a hint of complexity.

He stood up and slowly walked to the center of the cave. The bluestone ground beneath his feet was covered with intricate array patterns, faintly connecting with heaven and earth.

He raised his hand and waved, and three hundred streams of light flew out from his sleeve, transforming into three hundred figures, all of whom were his vanguard subordinates.

These figures were all elites, with imposing presence. Each received their orders, transformed into streaks of light, and dispersed to undertake the tasks of the western expedition, the eastern annihilation, and the southern conquest.

Jiang Wang gazed longingly at the chaotic and undefined world outside the cave, but he had already made up his mind—the best course of action was to temporarily refrain from interfering in human affairs and instead go into seclusion to save his life.

Outside the cave, the sky was filled with ever-changing clouds and wind, seemingly reflecting his own emotions.

Jiang Wang turned around, sat cross-legged on the futon, formed a hand seal, and his aura gradually subsided, as if the entire cave had fallen into endless tranquility.

Spiritual energy surged into his limbs and bones like a tide, and the profound meaning of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art slowly circulated within him. Each revolution seemed to temper his physical body and primordial spirit, making his connection with heaven and earth even closer.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into boundless mystery, as if he were in a chaotic, undeveloped universe, alone, facing the Great Dao.

Meanwhile, far away in the Jade Purity Realm of the Great Luo Heaven on the Thirty-Third Heaven, the atmosphere was far from the tranquility of Jiang Wang's cave.

Within the Jade Purity Realm, celestial light shone and auspicious energy flowed in countless streams. Five sages sat serenely on cloud beds, their auras vast and boundless.

In the center, the Primordial Emperor sat with a cold expression and sharp eyes; Laozi stroked his beard and sat with a calm expression; the Tongtian Sect Leader leaned against the cloud bed, his sword intent faintly visible; Nuwa's phoenix eyes were slightly closed, as if she was deep in thought; the Guide Daoist had a bitter expression on his face and his hands were clasped together.

Beneath the cloud bed, celestial music wafted and cranes soared, yet the atmosphere inside the hall was oppressively suffocating.

On the table, a seemingly ordinary piece of gravel floats, emitting a faint aura of chaos.

The Primordial Emperor glanced at the stone, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "How can this thing be called a Chaos Treasure? It's nothing but a piece of trash."

His voice was like jade striking each other, clear and melodious yet tinged with disdain.

Laozi nodded slightly and said slowly, "The rumor that the Chaos Treasure has appeared has attracted tribute from all directions. In fact, someone deliberately did this to confuse us."

The Tongtian Sect Leader chuckled and raised an eyebrow: "That Zhunti is most skilled at such tricks, luring the tiger away from the mountain, probably for that strange object from the Five Elements Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa slightly opened her phoenix eyes, her voice clear yet carrying a hint of coldness: "The wonders of the Five Elements Mountain have not yet appeared in the world. Zhunti's actions are perhaps too hasty."

The Guide Daoist sighed softly, clasped his hands together, and said with a wry smile, "Fellow Daoists, Junior Brother Zhunti is investigating clues about the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and has not yet arrived. Please do not worry."

These words made the atmosphere in the hall even more subtle.

The Primordial Emperor snorted coldly, his gaze like lightning, piercing straight at Jieyin: "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique? The Dao Ancestor Hongjun once said that most practitioners of this technique are descendants of the Wu tribe. Is Zhunti's statement perhaps a new trick?"

Jieyin remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was groaning.

Since Zhunti had not yet arrived, he had to cover up the lie for his junior brother, but the lie was full of loopholes and could not convince the public.

Just then, a great burst of celestial light shone outside Yuqing, and more than a hundred powerful figures, including the Jade Emperor, Kunpeng, and Styx, arrived together, their imposing aura causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn.

When everyone entered the hall, they were all taken aback when they saw the broken stones on the table, and then they began to discuss it among themselves.

Kunpeng's eyes turned sinister as he said in a deep voice, "A Chaos Spiritual Treasure? This thing doesn't even have one ten-thousandth of the aura of my demon race's supreme treasure!"

The Styx Ancestor sneered, "It's nothing but a smokescreen by Zhunti, why should you all take it seriously?"

Disappointment filled the air, and the powerful figures departed one after another, except for Zhen Yuanzi, who stood still, his gaze fixed on the rubble.

He raised his hand and summoned a phantom image of the Earth Book, its eerie light swirling and enveloping the rubble.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled slightly and said gently, "Although this stone is fake, it has some history. I will take it and trace its origin."

After saying this, he flashed into the void, leaving the Jade Purity Realm in silence.

Meanwhile, at Mount Ling in the Western Paradise, golden light shone brightly and Buddhist chants filled the air, yet they could not conceal the tense atmosphere at the mountain gate.

When the Buddha returned from the Jade Purity Realm and stepped into the Spirit Mountain, he immediately sensed something was amiss.

On all four sides of Mount Ling, the Taiji diagram hangs in the air, with the Yin and Yang energies circulating and sealing off the void; the Pangu Banner hangs high, with chaotic sword energy crisscrossing, seemingly about to tear the heavens and earth apart; the Qingping Sword hangs in the eastern sky, its sword intent like a tide; Nuwa's Mountain and River Map unfolds, covering thousands of miles of land, suppressing one region.

The Buddha was startled, immediately realizing that something terrible was about to happen.

He looked up and saw that the Three Pure Ones and the Four Sages, including Nuwa, had arrived together, their auras vast and powerful, as if they would crush Mount Ling into dust.

Where is Zhunti?

The voice of the Primordial Emperor came from beyond the heavens, cold as ice, causing the Buddha's light on Mount Ling to tremble.

The Buddha clasped his hands in a respectful bow and said in a deep voice, "Uncle-Master Zhunti is still in seclusion. I wonder why you fellow Daoists are here?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader sneered, his Qingping Sword humming: "Since Zhunti already knows the clues to the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, why doesn't he show himself and we can talk?"

Nuwa said softly, "If there is no real evidence, don't blame us for showing no mercy."

Deep within Mount Ling, the Taoist Zhunti sat on a lotus throne, his face somber.

Beside him, the Guide Daoist whispered, "Junior Brother, the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa are coming with great force this time. If we don't have a countermeasure, Mount Ling will be in danger."

Zhunti sneered, "A clue to the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique? I've never had one! It was just an excuse, but I didn't expect them to be so aggressive."

Jieyin's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice, "In that case, why not shift the blame to the other side? That young Jiang Wang's cultivation has already attracted attention with its rapid progress. Frame him, and we might be able to get out of this predicament."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he slowly nodded: "This plan is feasible."

Jiang Wang is not from the Wu clan, yet his cultivation is so rapid; this is enough to arouse suspicion. (End of Chapter)