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

This Wind-Stabilizing Pill is not a divine item at all, but a trap deliberately set by someone! He suppressed the surging pain within his body and said coldly, "What a scheme! I underestimated you!"

Above the clouds, Patriarch Bodhi spoke calmly: "Jiang Wang, since you have disrupted the destiny of the Journey to the West, you should know that under the Heavenly Dao, no one can remain unscathed."

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed softly, tilted her vase slightly, and a golden light shone down, enveloping Jiang Wang.

He felt his body sink, as if his primordial spirit was imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move.

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, thinking to himself, "System, you've really gotten me into trouble this time!"

Jiang Wang's consciousness plummeted into an abyss, and every inch of his flesh and blood groaned silently.

The toxicity of the Yin Weak Water is like thousands of fine needles, piercing his meridians and eroding his primordial spirit.

It was an invisible yet omnipresent pain, as if even his soul was being immersed in a cold, decaying darkness.

He sat cross-legged, enveloped by the halo of the Chaotic Stone Heart around him, emitting a faint bluish-gray light, attempting to block the corrosive force from his body.

The Chaos Bell hung above his head. Its ancient shape and the inscriptions were faintly visible, emitting invisible ripples that froze time around him, as if he were in a still cage.

However, all this was in vain.

Although the toxicity was slowed down, it clung to him like a maggot, slowly and steadily devouring his life force.

He opened his eyes, his gaze passing through the light screen of the Chaos Bell and landing on the hunched figure not far away.

Bodhi Patriarch's laughter was shrill and piercing, carrying the pleasure of a thousand years of pent-up resentment, like poison squeezed from the depths of his throat.

"Jiang Wang, Jiang Wang, you've finally met your match!"

Bodhi's eyes were filled with fanaticism, his withered finger pointing at Jiang Wang, a ferocious smile spreading across his face. "You think you can roam the Three Realms and defy fate just because you have the Chaos Stone Heart and the Chaos Bell? Now that the Yin Weak Water has entered your body, even if you have extraordinary abilities, you will only live for three years! Hahaha, the shame of a thousand years will finally be wiped away today!"

Jiang Wang's eyes were as cold as frost, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

He did not respond, but slowly rose. The surging poison in his body made him stagger slightly, but he still exuded an inviolable dignity.

Bodhi's ecstasy was nothing more than the roar of a trapped beast; the one who could truly save him was not this old man blinded by hatred.

His thoughts drifted to the sequel to Journey to the West, deep in his memory, to that forgotten abyss of darkness, to the Buddha Wutian who had refined his primordial spirit into the Black Lotus from the essence of the Weak Water.

Wutian, Zhu Bajie, and the River God of Ruoshui are all unafraid of the poison of Ruoshui. Perhaps, there lies a glimmer of hope for him there.

Jiang Wang turned his gaze to the distance, where the outline of Mount Sumeru was faintly visible in the clouds and mist.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging pain within his body, raised his hand and waved it, causing the Chaos Bell to emit a low chime, and time seemed to freeze in that instant.

Before Lingji Bodhisattva on Mount Sumeru could react, he was trapped by the frozen time, his face frozen in astonishment.

Jiang Wang flashed to Ling Ji's side and reached out to take the True Wind Pearl and Flying Dragon Staff hanging from his waist.

The two treasures trembled slightly in his hands, as if they possessed a spirit, yet they could not resist his will.

He smiled coldly, clenched his fist, and the power of chaos surged out like a torrent. The small Mount Sumeru turned into dust in a silent tremor, and Lingji's figure, along with that majestic mountain range, was annihilated, turning into dust that filled the sky.

Bodhi and Guanyin's escape lights flashed away in the distance, but Jiang Wang did not give chase.

His eyes held no joy of victory, only endless exhaustion and indifference.

A system notification sounded in his mind: Mission 23 completed, reward: Mysterious Stone Tablet and experience points for a chance to win a prize.

However, he merely glanced at it indifferently, the pain of the poison's corrosive effects preventing him from indulging in any sense of accomplishment.

He had a vague feeling that all of this might be related to that mysterious mission, but at the moment, he had no time to delve into it.

The Abyss of Darkness was his only hope.

Jiang Wang did not know the exact location of the Abyss of Darkness, but he remembered that in the sequel to Journey to the West, the land surrounded by the Weak Water was related to the rift between the two worlds of Beiju Luzhou.

As for Zhu Bajie, the seemingly honest but cunning Cleansing Altar Messenger, he had some interaction with the River God of the Weak Water, and perhaps he can point him in the right direction.

With a thought, he activated his supernatural powers, and his appearance and aura instantly changed, transforming into the form of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Clad in flowing white robes, holding a precious vase in his hand, his compassionate countenance seemed to be that of a real person.

He rode on the clouds and headed straight for Huangfeng Ridge.

The sandstorms at Huangfengling continue to rage, and the sky is shrouded in a hazy, yellowish dust that obscures the sun.

Jiang Wang, disguised as Guanyin, landed in front of the ridge, his gaze sweeping over Sun Wukong, who was fighting the Yellow Wind Monster in the distance.

Wukong wielded his golden cudgel with impenetrable force, its shadow like a mountain, forcing the Yellow Wind Monster into a relentless retreat.

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed, saying softly, "Wukong, don't linger in battle."

"Bodhisattva Lingji is waiting for you on Mount Sumeru. Quickly go and borrow the True Wind Pearl to subdue this demon."

Sun Wukong was taken aback upon hearing this, scratched his head, and muttered, "Lingji? How come that bald monk is on Mount Sumeru?"

However, he never doubted Guanyin's words, nodded, and transformed into a golden light, heading straight for Mount Sumeru.

Jiang Wang sneered inwardly. Lingji was already dead, and Wukong's trip was destined to be fruitless, but this was exactly the gap he needed.

He turned and looked at Pigsy, who was eating roasted chicken not far away.

Pigsy, his mouth glistening with grease, munched on a chicken leg, then saw "Guanyin".

Approaching, he was so startled that he quickly hid the chicken leg behind his back and put on a fawning smile: "Bodhisattva, what brings you here? I, Old Pig, am... uh, patrolling the mountain! Yes, patrolling the mountain!"

Jiang Wang suppressed his impatience and spoke in a gentle yet authoritative tone: "Bajie, you have a past relationship with the River God of the Weak Water. This humble monk wishes to find the Weak Water River and appoint you as the Clean Altar Buddha. Are you willing to lead the way?"

"The Buddha who cleanses the altar?"

Pigsy's eyes lit up instantly, his pig ears twitched, and he almost drooled.

He rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "Bodhisattva, are you serious? That's several levels higher than me, the Cleansing Altar Messenger! The Weak Water River? No problem, no problem, I know where it is! It's in the rift between the two realms in Beiju Luzhou, I'll take you there right now!"

Jiang Wang sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. He nodded and rose into the air with Bajie.

The sky over Beiju Luzhou was as dark as ink, and the air was filled with a biting chill.

At the chasm between the two worlds, a wide river stretched out before them, its water as black as ink, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down their spines.

Jiang Wang stood on the riverbank, his gaze piercing through the water, where he could vaguely see the dark outline of the opposite bank.

That is the Abyss of Darkness.

With a thought, and after confirming that everything was correct, he flashed forward, activated his teleportation power, and directly crossed the Weak Water, landing on the other side.

Pigsy stood there, stunned, eyes wide, scratching his head and muttering, "This... why did the Bodhisattva run away? Where is my Buddha position?"

Within the Abyss of Darkness, demonic energy surged like a tide, so dense it was almost tangible.

As soon as Jiang Wangfu stepped inside, he felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him, mixed with negative emotions such as anger, despair, and hatred, as if it were about to devour his mind. Deep within his primordial spirit, the Chaos Stone Heart trembled slightly, faintly resonating with this demonic energy.

He frowned, forcibly suppressing his unease, and walked forward slowly.

The ground beneath my feet was uneven and rotten, and the surrounding darkness seemed to writhe with life, sending chills down my spine.

They hadn't gone far when two figures emerged from the darkness.

One was dressed in a black robe, exuding a chilling, ghostly aura, while the other wore a black robe with gold trim, his handsome face carrying a hint of evil. They were Wutian's black-robed protector and the Black Lotus Saint Envoy.

Upon seeing Jiang Wang, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes. They then bowed in unison and said respectfully, "Honored guest, we have come to welcome you on the orders of Buddha."

Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing the probing in their tone.

He smiled faintly and said, "The Buddha Wutian can only rule the Three Realms and Thirty-Three Heavens. Such magnanimity is truly admirable."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed protector and the black lotus envoy's expressions changed drastically, and their eyes flashed with horror.

Jiang Wang knew Wutian's secrets, even the limitations of his rule over the Three Realms and Thirty-Three Heavens. How could this not terrify them? The two dared not delay and quickly led Jiang Wang deeper into the Abyss Realm.

The demonic energy grew increasingly dense along the way, but Jiang Wang remained calm. Although the poison of the Yin Weak Water within his body was eroding him, it also gave him a strange sense of affinity for this demonic energy.

Deep within the Abyss of Darkness, a black lotus throne floats in mid-air, its petals wreathed in demonic flames, radiating boundless majesty.

Wutian sat upright on it, his face as handsome as a god, but his eyes held a hint of amusement.

Upon seeing Jiang Wang, he laughed loudly and said, "Jiang Wang, I have long admired your name."

Seeing it today, it is indeed extraordinary.

The poison of the extremely yin and weak water is no small matter; it's a miracle you've survived this long.

Jiang Wang met his gaze without backing down, and said calmly, "Buddha has good eyesight, and surely knows the purpose of my trip."

Wu Tian tapped the throne lightly with his fingers, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "You want the essence of the Weak Water to cure the poison."

"This humble monk can help you, but... you must hand over the Chaos Bell."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang nodded without hesitation: "Alright, the Chaos Bell is yours."

He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "However, even if he obtained the Chaos Bell, Buddha probably couldn't change his fate of only ruling the Three Realms and the Thirty-Three Heavens."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, causing Wutian's smile to freeze slightly, and a shadow of gloom to flash in his eyes.

The black-robed protector and the black lotus envoy held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Jiang Wang's words struck at Wu Tian's deepest hidden pain, instantly making the atmosphere of the negotiation subtle and tense.

Wutian stared at Jiang Wang for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice low but carrying endless pressure: "Jiang Wang, you have quite the nerve."

"In that case, this humble monk will see what kind of waves you can stir up in this abyss of darkness."

Jiang Wang sat upright on the stone platform of the Abyss of Darkness, surrounded by a ghostly light that rippled with cold waves, reflecting on his handsome but slightly pale face.

His eyes were calm as a deep pool, concealing a hint of calculation and wariness. The person opposite him, with his black robes billowing and an aura as deep as the sea, was none other than Wutian.

The air in the Abyss of Darkness seemed to freeze, with only Wutian's deep and majestic voice slowly echoing: "Jiang Wang, the Chaos Bell is a primordial treasure. If you help me refine this bell, I will grant you a place in the Three Realms, and you may even share this primordial hegemony with me."

His words carried an undeniable air of dominance, as if heaven and earth should submit to him.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

He did not rush to respond, but slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at the thick darkness around him, as if he were thinking or weighing things.

He said softly, "Wu Tian, ​​your grand ambitions are indeed tempting."

"However, the Chaos Bell is a primordial treasure, requiring countless millennia to refine. The Demonic Calamity will only last a hundred years. Isn't your plan a bit too hasty?"

His tone was calm, yet every word was like a knife, precisely piercing the Achilles' heel of the Wutian Plan.

Wu Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers under his black robe tapped lightly on the stone chair, producing a crisp sound.

He had considered this point before, but Jiang Wang's bluntness still gave him a slight jolt.

He sneered, his voice tinged with probing: "Jiang Wang, since you know how difficult the Chaos Bell is, why did you dare to bring this treasure into my Dark Abyss? Do you really think that I would let you off easily because of the Chaos Bell?"

Jiang Wang remained calm and composed. With a flick of his sleeve, a crystal-clear jade slip appeared in his palm, emanating a faint Daoist aura.

He gently tossed the jade slip into the air, where it hovered, and said leisurely, "Wu Tian, ​​you and I both know that forcibly taking the Chaos Bell is like trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water. Why not try a different approach?"

If you wish to refine a supreme treasure, this jade slip containing the divine power of 'One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones' might be able to lend you a helping hand.

This supernatural power was personally transmitted by the Sage Taiqing, and contains the secrets of the Three Pure Ones' incarnations. If you obtain this method, you may be able to advance further before the Great Calamity of Mara.

His voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried an irresistible allure.

Wu Tian's eyes flashed as he stared at the jade slip, a hint of greed flashing in them.

Although he was a powerful figure in the demonic path, he was still deeply moved by the divine powers of the Taiqing Saint.

He pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Is this jade slip truly as you say?"

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, made a hand seal, and the surface of the jade slip shimmered with light, faintly revealing three illusory figures, each emanating a completely different aura, as if three saints had descended.

Wu Tian's pupils contracted slightly, realizing that this object was extraordinary.

He remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: "Okay, deal."

Since you've produced this item, I'll trust you this once.

"I can cure you of the poison in the Weak Water. You can leave safely in three days."

Jiang Wang cupped his hands in greeting, his face remaining expressionless, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew Wutian was suspicious by nature; if it weren't for this "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" technique...

The magical jade slip is tempting enough; things are unlikely to end well today.

Three days later, deep within the Abyss of Darkness, before a gloomy altar, Wutian personally cast a spell, and Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his body shrouded in a cloud of black mist.

The poison of the Weak Water, like fine silk threads, was slowly drawn out of his body, transforming into a ball of pitch-black water droplets that hovered above the altar before being taken away by Wutian.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, feeling the long-lost clarity within his body. He let out a long breath, stood up, and bowed to Wutian: "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned and left, his figure disappearing into the darkness without any hesitation.

Wu Tian watched Jiang Wang leave, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The black-robed protector beside him whispered, "My lord, this boy is cunning. Why not eliminate him while he is weak? If the Chaos Bell falls into our hands..." (End of Chapter)