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

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a silver glint flashing within them, and the surrounding space seemed to distort slightly under his gaze.

He stood up, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the air in the valley seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, revealing a deep crack.

He stepped in, and in the next instant he appeared on a mountaintop a hundred miles away, his robes unmoved and his hair perfectly styled.

This is spatial teleportation. Compared to previous spatial teleportation, this supernatural power can now cross boundaries, allowing one to move freely across heaven and earth in an instant.

With a thought, the void within a hundred feet of his feet suddenly solidified, as if bound by invisible shackles, even the sound of the wind was imprisoned, and the silence was unsettling.

This is the ultimate spatial confinement; even those at the late Quasi-Saint stage or the weaker peak Quasi-Saint stage would be instantly killed under this divine power.

He raised his hand again and clenched it, and a huge rock in the distance silently turned into dust, as if it had never existed.

This is spatial shattering, even more powerful than before, enough to crush a region into nothingness.

Jiang Wang's gaze swept across the valley, and silver light shone again in his palm. He whispered, "Spatial Exile."

Before the words were finished, the space in one corner of the valley suddenly twisted, turning into a pitch-black vortex, with endless chaotic energy surging from the depths of the vortex.

With a thought, the vortex slowly dissipated and returned to calm.

This newly acquired supernatural power can exile enemies to a unique chaotic space, where even a saint would need three days to escape.

Another supernatural power is "spatial barrier".

It was even more secretive. Jiang Wang formed a hand seal, and a layer of transparent ripples appeared above the valley, like ripples on the surface of water. Any probing power that touched this place would be quietly refracted, making it difficult to see the truth.

For the next six months, Jiang Wang did not leave the valley.

Using the valley as his base, he unleashed his magical powers of creation, and blue light flowed between his hands, gradually shaping the air, water, mountains, and vegetation.

He stood in the middle of the valley, and as far as the eye could see, mountains rose from the flat land, streams converged into lakes, and plants sprouted from the void, growing lush and verdant.

The valley's original desolate landscape was gradually replaced by vitality, and a small world with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles began to take shape.

Jiang Wang stood in the center of the small world, the mountain breeze brushing against his face. He closed his eyes, feeling the pulse of this world, as if it were one with his own heartbeat.

He set the entrance to the small world at the mouth of the valley, and the entrance was shrouded in a spatial barrier, making it difficult for outsiders to detect.

He left behind a skeleton, formed from the avatars of the Three Pure Ones, atop a high mountain in the center of the small world. The skeleton was surrounded by wisps of black water, and a faint flame of primordial spirit flickered between its brows, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment.

Beside the skeletons, the Chaos Bell floated in mid-air, exuding an ancient and profound aura. The Dao patterns engraved on the bell were faintly visible in the sunlight.

Jiang Wang stared for a moment, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. Then, in a flash, he left the small world and headed to the foot of Mount Ling.

At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, golden light filled the sky, and Buddhist chants echoed around.

Jiang Wang concealed himself and stood under a Bodhi tree, gazing at the summit of Mount Ling.

He did not linger, staying only for half a day before quietly returning to Mount Futu, infiltrating the small world, and waiting for the right opportunity.

Time passed, and Mount Futu remained silent until one day, two golden beams streaked across the sky and landed outside the valley.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon and the Arhat Taming Tiger stood side by side, both clad in golden robes, exuding a powerful aura.

Arhat Subduing Dragon frowned, tapping the ground lightly with his staff, and said in a deep voice, "There's something strange about this place. The spatial fluctuations are abnormal. Could it be related to that Jiang Wang?"

The Arhat Subduing Tiger nodded, his gaze sweeping across the valley, vaguely sensing a hidden power of law.

The two men exchanged a glance and stepped into the valley.

Inside the valley, the spatial barrier trembled slightly, but the two of them did not notice it.

As they passed through the entrance, a vibrant little world suddenly opened up before them.

The central mountain stands majestically, and atop its summit, a skeleton sits cross-legged, its primordial spirit fire flickering between its brows, surrounded by black water, exuding an eerie aura.

Beside the withered bones, the Chaos Bell floated, its sound not yet ringing, but an invisible pressure permeated the air.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Who is this person? His aura is so strange."

The Arhat Subduing Tiger stared at the skeleton, then suddenly sensed something was wrong and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, this is not the real body, there may be a trap!"

Just then, the primordial spirit fire between the withered bones' brows suddenly shone brightly, as if a whisper had sounded in their ears: "I am Jiang Wang, and I wish to pass on my mantle. Are you willing to inherit it?"

The voice was ethereal, carrying a hint of seduction.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon frowned, gripping his staff tightly, while the Arhat Subduing Tiger sneered, "A mere illusion dares to deceive me?"

He took a step forward, and the Buddhist beads in his hand shone with golden light, as if to dispel the illusion.

The withered bones remained unmoved, and the primordial spirit fire suddenly dimmed, as if it had been completely extinguished.

Seeing this, the two became wary and withdrew from the small world.

The Arhat who subdues dragons crushed a rosary bead, and golden light shot into the sky, sending a message to Mount Ling.

The news was like a thunderclap, shaking the entire world.

Deep within Mount Ling, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, a strange light flashing in their eyes.

Bodhi Patriarch sat calmly under the Bodhi tree, expressionless, but three days later he quietly rose, transformed into a streak of green light, and headed towards Mount Futu.

At the same time, with a thought, Jiang Wang caused the withered bones in the center of the small world to slowly melt into a pool of black water. The Chaos Bell, having lost its support, crashed to the ground, its long, resounding sound echoing throughout the Three Realms.

The sound of the bell was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up towering waves.

Demon Master Kunpeng led a million demons from the North Sea. Lu Ya transformed into a golden crow, its flames burning the sky. The Jade Emperor descended with the immortals of the Heavenly Court. The Styx Ancestor arrived on a sea of ​​blood. Daoist masters such as Zhen Yuanzi, Laozi, Yuan Daoren, and Qingpingzi also appeared.

On the Buddhist side, Buddha, Dipankara, Kong Xuan, and others gathered together, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Outside Mount Futu, at the entrance to the small world, various forces confronted each other, their swords drawn.

Lu Ya snorted coldly, transformed into his Golden Crow form, and unleashed a raging inferno. The Sumeru Boundless Array collapsed amidst the flames.

Kong Xuan unleashed a five-colored divine light, attempting to stop Lu Ya, but was repelled by a single wing of Kunpeng.

The lamp lit up with twenty-four sea-stabilizing pearls, which transformed into a galaxy in an attempt to seal off the entrance.

Jiang Wang hid in his small world, his gaze cold and piercing as he quietly observed the events unfolding outside.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, Patriarch Bodhi flashed and quietly slipped into the small world.

His gaze fell on the Chaos Bell and the Weak Water at the heart of Chaos Mountain, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved, and a blue light surged forth, drying the Weak Water. He then put the Chaos Bell into his sleeve.

Patriarch Bodhi looked around and discovered that the small world had another exit, hidden deep in the valley, with a mysterious aura, and was not connected to Mount Futu.

He smiled slightly, stepped into the exit, and vanished. The next instant, Patriarch Bodhi appeared at Yellow Wind Ridge, the Chaos Bell in his hand emitting a faint glow.

He glanced down and muttered, "Jiang Wang, what a cunning scheme."

With a flash, he vanished completely from the world.

Outside Mount Futu, the various forces remained locked in a standoff. Jiang Wang stood in the small world, a smile playing on his lips.

Jiang Wang stood atop Huangfeng Ridge, the wind and sand swirling around him, whipping his long black robe, the hem of which fluttered wildly in the gale.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable as he stared at the distant Ling Mountain, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

The Chaos Bell held in his hand emitted a faint blue light, and the ancient runes engraved on the bell were faintly visible, as if whispering the secrets of the beginning of chaos.

He gently stroked the bell, feeling its heavy weight, yet his mind remained clear.

At the foot of Mount Ling, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and golden rays of light pour down from the mountain peak, making the entire Western Buddhist temple look like a pure land of crystal.

The Sage Zhunti sat serenely on a nine-tiered lotus throne, with the Seven Treasures Tree behind him radiating a soft glow that illuminated the faces of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas around him.

The guiding saint sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his face compassionate, holding a blue lamp in his hand, the flickering flame reflecting the hidden joy in his eyes.

The Buddhist community gathered at the main hall of Lingshan, but the atmosphere was unusually relaxed, even carrying a hint of celebration.

Zhunti's gaze swept across the hall, his voice low but tinged with smugness: "Bodhi has returned with the Chaos Bell and the Chaos Mountain Heart. With these two treasures in the hands of my Western Sect, who in the Three Realms can stand against me?"

He paused, then turned his gaze to the guide beside him, a smile playing on his lips. "Jiang Wang has fallen, and the Chaos Bell is without a master; it should rightfully belong to the West."

When Bodhi returns, we will be able to completely control the destiny of the Three Realms.

Jieyin nodded slightly, the flame of the green lamp in his hand swaying gently, his voice as soft as a clear spring: "Well said, although Jiang Wang is exceptionally talented, he is ultimately just a pawn on the chessboard."

The game is now decided; our Western religion should flourish.

He opened his eyes, a hint of anticipation in them. "Bodhi should have arrived near Mount Ling by now. Junior Brother Zhunti, why don't you use telepathy to inquire about his location again?"

Zhunti nodded, and with a gentle wave of his Seven Treasures Tree, a golden light transformed into a communication talisman, which flew into the void.

However, the talisman disappeared without a trace, as if it had sunk into the sea.

Zhunti frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled. He then sent out several more communication talismans, but still received no response.

His joy was gradually replaced by a sense of unease. He turned his gaze to the Dipankara Buddha in the main hall and said in a deep voice, "Dipankara, go to Lingyun Ferry immediately to check if Bodhi has arrived."

Dipankara Buddha clasped his hands in a salute, transformed into a golden ray of light, and vanished from the main hall in an instant.

Zhunti closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to use his divine sense to search for Bodhi's whereabouts, but found that the space near Mount Ling seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier, and his divine sense was like a mud ox entering the sea, gaining nothing.

He felt a jolt in his heart, sensing something was amiss, but unwilling to reveal it before the Buddhas, he whispered, "Bodhi may be in seclusion refining a treasure. When he returns, the truth will come to light."

Meanwhile, a hundred miles outside Mount Ling, in a void, Patriarch Bodhi's face was as pale as paper.

He was enveloped by a transparent spatial barrier. Within the barrier, space twisted like a vortex, emanating a chilling aura.

He gripped the Chaos Bell tightly in his hand, trying to activate its sound to break the barrier. However, whenever the bell rang, the barrier rippled like water, swallowing up all the power.

"Jiang Wang!"

Bodhi gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with shock and rage, "You're still alive!"

He never imagined that Jiang Wang, whom he had personally injured and nearly destroyed, could recover completely in such a short time and even set up such a terrifying spatial barrier to trap him inside.

He tried to send a telepathic message to Zhunti again, but the barrier isolated everything, and his divine sense could not penetrate it at all.

Jiang Wang's figure slowly emerged from the void, his black robe appearing even more eerie in the distorted space.

His gaze was icy, tinged with a hint of mockery, as he slowly said, "Bodhi, you went to great lengths to seize my Chaos Bell, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

He raised his hand and waved it, causing the spatial barrier to suddenly shrink. Bodhi felt the pressure around him increase, and the flow of his magical power became sluggish.

"How...how could you recover so quickly?"

Bodhi suppressed his horror and tried to buy time, saying, "Jiang Wang, if you kill me, the Western Sect will not let this go!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang merely sneered, forming a profound hand seal that instantly unleashed a terrifying suction force within the spatial barrier.

The Chaos Bell and Chaos Mountain Heart in Bodhi's hands flew uncontrollably toward Jiang Wang. He tried to resist, but found that his magic power was suppressed within the barrier and he was powerless to fight back.

The Chaos Bell and the Chaos Mountain Heart eventually fell into Jiang Wang's hands, emitting a low hum, as if telling its master of its grievances.

"Bodhi, your good days are over."

Jiang Wang's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority. He raised his hand and pointed, and the space within the barrier suddenly collapsed, turning into a chaotic void.

Before Bodhi could even scream, he was swept up in it and his figure disappeared completely.

Jiang Wang stood there, his gaze deep, and murmured, "A chaotic space is indeed suitable for someone with a wicked heart like you."

After putting away the Chaos Bell and the Chaos Mountain Heart, Jiang Wang's figure flashed, transforming into a stream of light, and silently landed in Huangfeng Ridge.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a trembling mountain god appeared before him.

The mountain god, who was only at the Golden Immortal level, was already so overwhelmed by Jiang Wang's pressure that he was practically smitten. He knelt on the ground and repeatedly said, "Immortal, spare my life! This humble god is willing to serve you like a dog!"

Jiang Wang's gaze was indifferent as he slowly said, "I'll give you a chance to submit to me and help me accomplish a great task."

He made a hand seal, and a beam of light entered the mountain god's body. The mountain god felt a jolt in his soul, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he dared not disobey and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction, his figure flickered, and he transformed into the appearance of a mountain god, his aura becoming identical to that of a mountain god.

Beyond Mount Ling, the view from Mount Futu is quite different.

To seal off Mount Futu, the Buddhist sect had already laid down numerous restrictions, with golden light emanating from it and Buddhist chants filling the air.

However, the Jade Emperor, the Demon Master Kunpeng, the Styx Ancestor, and other powerful beings in the Three Realms had long since reached their limit of tolerance.

Each of them led their forces, gathering over a hundred quasi-saints and even several saints' three-corpse avatars, and marched in a mighty force towards Mount Futu.

The Jade Emperor sat upright in his nine-dragon chariot, his gaze cold and sharp, the Haotian Mirror in his hand radiating a dazzling light.

He said in a deep voice, "The Buddhist sect has blocked Mount Futu, intending to monopolize the Chaos Bell and the Heart of Chaos Mountain. This is simply outrageous! Today, my Heavenly Court will definitely seek justice!"

Kunpeng transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall roc, flapped its wings, stirring up boundless gales, and roared, "Zhunti, Jieyin, if you do not hand over the treasure, I will surely massacre Mount Ling!"

The Styx Ancestor, wielding the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, his blood-red light soaring to the sky, his killing intent chilling: "The Buddhist sect prides itself on compassion, but in reality, it is insatiably greedy. Today, I will show you that the wrath of the Blood Sea is not to be trifled with!" (End of Chapter)