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

His voice was loud and clear, carrying a long-lost air of pride.

Guanyin smiled slightly and pointed at Sun Wukong, saying, "Tianpeng, this is your senior brother Sun Wukong. From now on, the two of you must work together to escort Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West to obtain the scriptures."

Wukong scratched his head and chuckled, "You pighead, you've escaped with your life! From now on, follow me, and I'll guarantee you a life of luxury!"

Upon hearing this, Tianpeng's face flashed with embarrassment. He was about to speak when he suddenly groaned, his body trembled violently, and his Golden Immortal aura receded like a tide. His body shrank again, and in the blink of an eye, he turned back into a fat pig, lying on the ground groaning and whimpering, having lost even the ability to speak.

Guanyin's expression hardened. She reached out and placed her hand on Tianpeng's head, closed her eyes and sensed for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "This is the work of the laws of time. Jiang Wang's Reversal Pill can actually manipulate the flow of time, causing Tianpeng's cultivation to dissipate and his physical form to degenerate."

A strange light flashed in her eyes as she murmured, "Jiang Wang has actually mastered multiple laws such as space, weakness, and time. His cunning and treacherous methods are not to be underestimated."

Muzha frowned and said, "Bodhisattva, last time when Tianpeng took the Golden Elixir, he could only maintain his human form for three breaths, but this time he can maintain it for six breaths. Is the power of the laws weakening?"

Guanyin nodded: "Indeed, the law of time is strong, but not eternal. The law within Tianpeng's body is slowly dissipating, and it will take about three years to be completely exhausted."

Wukong scratched his head and said, "Three years? We can't wait that long! Master is waiting for us to protect him on his journey to the West!"

His eyes lit up, and he suggested, "Bodhisattva, why don't we ask for a few more Nine-Turn Golden Pills to help Tianpeng hold on for a little longer!"

Guanyin smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Although the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir can temporarily slow down the power of the laws, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

One golden pill only prolongs life by three breaths; taking more will not have much effect.

Moreover, Laozi of the Tushita Palace is currently refining the Eight Trigrams Furnace and has closed his doors to visitors; this humble monk has nowhere else to seek help.”

Upon hearing this, Tianpeng's pig eyes filled with anxiety, and he rolled on the ground, grunting as if pleading.

Mu Zha pondered, "If that's the case, then we can only wait for the laws to dissipate in three years? But the Journey to the West is urgent. If we delay any longer, things might change."

Guanyin remained silent for a moment, her gaze deep as she looked into the distance, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Wang is a man of profound schemes and unpredictable methods. This humble monk needs to investigate his background further."

"Since Tianpeng has not yet perished, he will continue our westward journey with us. He will recover when the laws dissipate."

She gently stroked Tianpeng's pig head and said softly, "Tianpeng, rest assured and follow me. Three years will pass in the blink of an eye."

Tianpeng grunted twice, seemingly agreeing reluctantly, but a trace of resentment still lingered in his eyes.

In the valley, the wind began to blow, stirring Guanyin's robes, while Wukong's golden cudgel gleamed faintly in the setting sun.

Although everyone was temporarily relieved of Tianpeng's danger, they knew that the road ahead was long and arduous. Jiang Wang's shadow loomed over their hearts like a dark cloud, impossible to shake off.

As dawn broke, a thin mist enveloped the fields outside Gao Laozhuang, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and rice.

Jiang Wang stood on a low hillside outside the manor, his hands behind his back, his gaze distant, as if staring at the horizon or pondering something even more profound.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the morning mist, his robes swaying gently in the breeze, like a silent sculpture, exuding an aura of transcendence.

In the distance, voices gradually rose from Gao Laozhuang: roosters crowing, dogs barking, and wisps of smoke rising from chimneys.

Today is the day the pilgrimage team officially sets off, but Jiang Wang is not in a hurry to show himself. Instead, he chooses to observe from afar.

He knew that this day was of extraordinary significance, not only concerning the journey of Tang Sanzang and his disciples to the West, but also closely related to his own spiritual practice and the future of humanity.

His thoughts surged like the tides, encompassing his concern for the pilgrimage team as well as his own cultivation improvement and plans for the future of humanity.

Inside Gao Lao Zhuang, a unique apprenticeship ceremony is underway.

Tang Sanzang sat solemnly on a prayer mat in the main hall of the Gao family mansion, holding a string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand and slowly turning them while reciting the Heart Sutra in a low voice.

Sun Wukong stood to the side, leaning against his golden cudgel, a hint of mockery in his eyes and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, seemingly quite amused by what was about to happen.

The white dragon horse transformed into human form and stood behind Tang Sanzang, its handsome face bearing a hint of helplessness, clearly having anticipated the hardships of the journey to the West.

The incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva is depicted as a woman in white robes, sitting serenely in the hall, with a dignified appearance and gentle yet profound gaze that seems to see through everything.

Below the hall, a fat black pig was lying on the ground, grunting from its nose, its eyes glazed over, seemingly half asleep.

This is Zhu Bajie, who has not yet fully transformed and still retains the appearance of a pig demon.

Sun Wukong glanced at it and couldn't help but sneer, "Master, this idiot doesn't seem to be very useful. He can't even transform into his true form properly, and he'll probably break down halfway carrying the luggage."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang frowned slightly, stopped chanting, and sighed, saying, "Wukong, don't talk nonsense."

Since Guanyin Bodhisattva has guided this demon to my side, she must have a purpose.

Moreover, the journey to the West is an act of merit; only with compassion in one's heart can one attain enlightenment.

Guanyin smiled slightly, her voice clear and melodious like a spring: "Wukong's words are straightforward, but they are not without reason."

Although Bajie has not fully transformed into human form, his inherent nature is not bad. Carrying luggage on the road can also temper his character.

"Tang Sanzang, would you be willing to accept him as your disciple?"

Tang Sanzang quickly clasped his hands together and respectfully said, "Disciple obeys the Bodhisattva's decree and wishes to take this demon as a disciple, bestowing upon him the Dharma name Zhu Wuneng, hoping that he will accompany me on my journey to the West to obtain the true scriptures together."

The ceremony was simple yet solemn.

Pigsy was kicked awake by Monkey King, and in a daze, he kowtowed a few times, thus becoming his disciple.

It raised its head, grunted a few words in pig language, and Sun Wukong laughed heartily, translating, "This idiot says, 'I'll become your apprentice, but you have to feed me, or I won't do it!'"

Tang Sanzang shook his head helplessly, while Guanyin chuckled and remained silent. With a wave of her hand, she sprinkled a golden light onto Bajie, helping him stabilize his demonic body so that he could barely carry the luggage.

After the ceremony, the pilgrimage team officially set off.

Tang Sanzang rode the white dragon horse, Sun Wukong carried the golden cudgel and scouted ahead, while Zhu Bajie huffed and puffed as he followed behind carrying the luggage, his steps heavy, each one causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, and the figures of the four travelers on the country path gradually receded into the distance, leaving behind a series of messy footprints and hoofprints.

However, the pilgrimage team's travel efficiency was shockingly low.

Although the White Dragon Horse had consumed two divine power pills bestowed by Laozi, which enhanced its physical strength, it could only travel twenty-five li per day, far inferior to the legendary steed that could travel a thousand li.

Pigsy became a veritable "burden".

When it first set off from Gao Laozhuang, it was full of energy because of the sumptuous breakfast given to it by Master Gao. It hummed a little tune and walked for ten miles before it began to pant, its limbs trembled, and it collapsed on the ground, complaining that it was hungry.

Sun Wukong tossed it a few steamed buns in a huff. After wolfing them down, it managed to walk another ten miles before collapsing again, groaning and complaining that it couldn't walk any further.

As Tang Sanzang sat on the white dragon horse, his face grew increasingly grim.

He frantically spun the prayer beads in his hand, muttering incantations as if suppressing his anger.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and turned to Sun Wukong, saying, "Wukong, is this Pigsy some kind of cripple that Guanyin Bodhisattva deliberately sent to hold us back? If this continues, when will we ever reach the Western Paradise? Won't our great pilgrimage become a joke?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head and chuckled, "Master, don't worry. This fool may be lazy, but he's still strong."

I, Old Sun, have learned pig language, so I guarantee it won't dare to slack off.

"If all else fails, I'll go to Laozi and ask for a few pills to nourish its body." Tang Sanzang sighed and shook his head, saying, "Never mind, never mind."

If it is fate, then let us continue on our way.

"Wukong, you go and scout ahead, see if there's a place to rest."

Sun Wukong somersaulted up into the clouds, and landed a moment later, reporting: "Master, there is a Floating Pagoda Mountain a hundred miles ahead. There is a Zen Master Wuchao on the mountain who is quite accomplished. I think it's a good place to rest."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang's brows relaxed slightly, but he still worriedly said, "Could there be monsters in the mountains? If we rest at noon and avoid spending the night on the mountain, perhaps we can ensure our safety."

Sun Wukong laughed heartily and patted his chest, saying, "Master, don't worry, with me here, what monster would dare to run wild? Besides, that Zen Master Wuchao has some connection with Pigsy, and I've even learned pig language. If that idiot dares to mutter behind my back, I'll teach him a lesson with one blow!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang felt somewhat relieved and nodded, saying, "In that case, let's continue our journey and spend the night at Mount Futu."

Meanwhile, Jiang Wang, thousands of miles away, was already immersed in his own cultivation and planning.

He sat cross-legged on a blue stone atop the mountain, his body surrounded by spiritual energy and faintly enveloped by chaotic energy.

He used his divine sense to examine the system panel, his gaze landing on the newly acquired reward, the "Primordial Spirit Crystal".

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This object is crystal clear, containing chaotic energy and radiating a chilling pressure.

Jiang Wang knew that this spirit crystal was a treasure among the system rewards, capable of upgrading a single divine ability to the Primordial Chaos level, a truly heaven-defying item.

He opened the attribute table, his gaze sweeping over the various supernatural abilities, finally settling on "Standing Still Without Shadow".

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This life-saving divine power is inherently mysterious, allowing the caster to vanish into nothingness, making it difficult even for a quasi-saint to detect.

If it were to be upgraded to the Hunyuan level, its power would certainly be even greater.

With a thought, Jiang Wang integrated the Primordial Spirit Crystal into his divine power.

In an instant, he felt his soul tremble, his divine power surged like a river, and an ethereal aura rose from his body.

The system notification then sounded: "The Righteous Shadowless Formation has been upgraded to the Primordial Chaos level. After casting it, you can enter a state of nothingness, becoming invisible to Primordial Chaos level cultivators and ignoring Primordial Chaos level attacks."

Warning: At the host's mid-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation level, using this divine ability consumes a great deal of divine power and has a limited duration. Use with caution.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He stood up, lightly stomped his foot, and his figure vanished instantly, as if he had never existed there.

The next moment, he reappeared a hundred feet away, his robes fluttering without wind, his aura steady as usual.

He was secretly delighted. This Primordial Chaos-level Righteous Invisibility was indeed an excellent means of self-preservation. Even when facing a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal, he could remain invincible.

However, Jiang Wang's thoughts did not linger there.

His gaze shifted to the Kongtong Seal in his hand, a treasure of the human race containing their destiny.

Today, the Tang Dynasty's western expeditionary army is advancing with unstoppable momentum, successively conquering Goguryeo, Southeast Asian countries, and even the Abbasid Caliphate, expanding its territory by more than double.

The second golden dragon within the Kongtong Seal awakened, exhaling twice the amount of human fortune as before, which transformed into a vast power of merit that surged into Jiang Wang's body.

On the system panel, the experience points surged to 8543210, totaling 888 million when added to the original experience points.

Without hesitation, Jiang Wang consumed 810 million experience points to increase his comprehension of the spatial laws from 18% to 27%, thus entering the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

He closed his eyes and sensed that the spatial power within his body was as vast as the starry sea. His teleportation distance increased to 100,000 miles. His spatial shattering technique was enough to threaten the life of a late-stage Quasi-Saint, and the strength of his spatial confinement also reached the level of a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

To his even greater surprise, he also mastered a new supernatural power—"creating space".

With a thought, Jiang Wang suddenly made an ordinary little stone in his hand burst into light.

He probed the stone with his divine sense and found that a small vacuum space with a diameter of one thousand meters had been opened up inside. It was empty, yet it was a world of its own.

He was deeply shocked. This technique of creating space, though far inferior to a true small world, was already a prototype of the path to creation.

He put away the small stone, his gaze deep, his thoughts turning to the future of humanity.

While the expansion of the Tang Dynasty brought good fortune and merit, the method of using elixirs to enhance the strength of the human race had become limited.

He gradually sketched out a grand plan in his mind: to create an independent little world, away from the celestial realm's spying, allowing the human race to grow secretly and accumulate power until they could rival the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect.

However, this goal requires "diversity and intervention".

Supernatural powers provide support.

Jiang Wang checked the system and learned the first level of "mediation".

It only requires 9 experience points, which is easily attainable; but the second level of "fortune"...

However, it requires 900 million experience points, far exceeding his current accumulation.

He took a deep breath and decided not to rush things, but to proceed steadily and accumulate more resources for subsequent tasks.

Just then, the system suddenly issued a prompt: "The pilgrimage team has been detected to have arrived at Mount Futu. The task node has been triggered. Task 22 is issued: Postpone the Journey to the West."

Please select a plan to intervene in the pilgrimage team's itinerary.

Jiang Wang was slightly taken aback, and turned his gaze to the distance.

He knew that the Journey to the West plan involved a wide range of people; it was both a Buddhist scheme and a game tacitly approved by the Heavenly Court.

If you wish to postpone your journey to the West, you must proceed with caution to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

He stood up, his robes fluttering in the wind, and muttered to himself, "Futu Mountain, Zen Master Wuchao... It seems this journey to the west is about to get lively."

As the sun sets in the west, the outline of Mount Futu gradually becomes clear in the twilight.

The pilgrimage team moved slowly and heavily, with Pigsy's grunts and the sound of the white dragon horse's hooves intertwining to create a unique melody of their journey to the West.

Inside the Fire Cloud Cave, the dome swirls like crimson clouds, and the cave is filled with spiritual energy, resembling an ancient and unchanging painting.

Deep within the cave, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors sat upright on futons, their auras calm yet subtly revealing anticipation and excitement.

Suirenshi's temples were as white as frost, but his gaze remained as intense as ever. He slowly swept over the people around him and said in a deep voice, "This Jiang Wang is truly extraordinary."

The momentum of the two dragons soaring through the human race has already taken shape; the rise of humanity is imminent, and the dawn has broken.

His voice was deep, carrying a hint of ancient sighs, as if it had carried endless expectations since the beginning of time.

Fuxi stroked the Bagua compass in his hand; its surface shimmered with light, faintly reflecting the myriad aspects of human life. (End of Chapter)