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

The group of quasi-saints and powerful beings used their supernatural abilities to unleash supreme formations such as the Zhou Tian Star Array and the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, forcefully tearing apart the Buddhist Golden Light Array.

Under the impact of the formation, Mount Futu collapsed with a roar, rocks tumbled down, and dust filled the sky. Buddhist disciples panicked and fled in all directions.

Millions of immortals and gods surged into the small world beneath Mount Futu like a tidal wave, attempting to find traces of Patriarch Bodhi and the Chaos Bell.

However, the small world was empty, with only the Weak Water River flowing quietly in the center, and a black stone in the river emitting an eerie light.

The immortals and gods, bewildered, approached to investigate, but unexpectedly, the black stone suddenly exploded, transforming into endless weak water that permeated the entire small world.

The Weak Water, though formless, corrodes all things. Apart from Quasi-Saints and a few Great Luo Golden Immortals who escaped with the help of magical treasures, all the other immortals, gods, and tangible things in the small world were completely corroded and turned into nothingness.

Screams and wails echoed throughout the small world, blood and Buddha's light intertwined, and finally returned to deathly silence.

Only four powerful beings, each wielding a supreme innate treasure, stood at the exit of the small world, their faces ashen and their eyes filled with rage.

Meanwhile, in the Abyss of Darkness, the Black Lotus Envoy was reporting to Wutian: "My lord, Mount Futu has collapsed, the Buddhist blockade has been broken, and Jiang Wang's treasures may be divided among various parties. Should we go and fight for them?"

Wutian sat cross-legged on the black lotus, surrounded by demonic energy. Upon hearing this, he merely smiled faintly: "Jiang Wang is not dead; this is part of his scheme."

I healed him years ago; his spirit was exceptionally resilient, he was not one to perish easily.

He paused, his gaze deep, "Black Lotus, continue to gather information. Jiang Wang will not give up so easily."

Jiang Wang disguised himself as the mountain god of Huangfeng Ridge and quietly arrived at the Heavenly Court to pay his respects to the Jade Emperor.

He lowered his head and spoke respectfully: "Your Majesty, I personally witnessed at Huangfeng Ridge that Patriarch Bodhi carried the Chaos Bell and went west with the Chaos Mountain Heart. Before leaving, he declared, 'First, we will destroy the Heavenly Court, then the Chan and Jie sects, and only the West will be the supreme ruler of the Three Realms.'"

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor's expression changed drastically, and the light in the Haotian Mirror reflected the boundless rage in his eyes.

"Bodhi Patriarch! Western Religion! What arrogance!"

The Jade Emperor slammed his fist on the table and rose abruptly, his voice booming like thunder, "My lords, the Buddhist sect is so arrogant! They have killed my Heavenly Court's immortals and gods and destroyed the foundation of my Three Realms! This enmity is irreconcilable!"

The Styx Ancestor, Kunpeng, and other powerful beings gathered in the Heavenly Court. Upon hearing this, they were all enraged and volunteered to go up Mount Ling to avenge the dead immortals and gods.

Jiang Wang stood outside the hall, a barely perceptible sneer appearing on his face, which was disguised as a mountain god.

He looked down at the Chaos Bell in his hand and murmured, "Buddhism, Heavenly Court, Demon Race, Blood Sea... The game has begun, and you are all pawns."

With a flash, he disappeared outside the Heavenly Court, leaving only sandstorms that obscured his deep, abyss-like eyes.

On the west bank of Lingyun Ferry in Lingshan, a thin mist, like gauze, swirls among the golden pagodas.

A gentle morning breeze carried the faint scent of sandalwood from afar. Lingshan remained solemn, yet a sense of unease lingered in the air.

The Sage Zhunti sat cross-legged on a blue stone by the ferry, his eyes slightly closed, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

A faint golden light swirled around him, as if he were probing something, but his breathing was slightly disordered.

Bodhi Patriarch, one of his three incarnations, should have met with him here to discuss strategies for dealing with the chaos in the Three Realms, but Bodhi has yet to arrive.

A sense of unease rose in Zhunti's heart.

There is a fundamental spiritual connection between him and Bodhi, which cannot be severed by ordinary methods of isolation.

At this moment, he tried to send a telepathic message several times, but Bodhi remained silent, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

Zhunti took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and a golden light emanated from between his brows, transforming into an invisible wave that explored the origin of his soul.

A moment later, his expression changed, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Bodhi did not perish, but was trapped in a vast and boundless spatial labyrinth.

The labyrinth was layered upon layered, with intricate spatial laws and seemingly endless stars flowing within it. Although Bodhi struggled within it, he was trapped in a quagmire and could not escape.

Zhunti carefully sensed the maze and discovered that its sealing power was extremely strong. Without external assistance, it would take Bodhi at least thirty years to break through it.

"A spatial labyrinth... Such a method is definitely not something that an ordinary powerful being could set up."

Zhunti muttered to himself, his gaze gradually becoming serious.

A guess surfaced in his mind—the Chaos Bell.

That innate treasure has been mysterious and unpredictable since the beginning of time. It is said to be able to manipulate time and space, and only this treasure could possibly create such a labyrinth.

Zhunti's mind was in turmoil. If it was truly related to the Chaos Bell, then there must be a deeper scheme behind Bodhi's imprisonment.

Just as he was about to explore further, a magnificent aura suddenly emanated from the depths of Mount Ling, guiding the sage to arrive on a cloud.

The guide was dressed in a golden kasaya, with a thin face, but his eyes held a scrutinizing look.

He looked at Zhunti from afar, his voice low: "Junior brother, where is Bodhi? We agreed to discuss important matters today, why has he not appeared yet?"

Upon hearing this, Zhunti slowly opened his eyes and truthfully reported the results of his investigation, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Bodhi was trapped in the spatial maze and it will take him thirty years to escape. I'm afraid someone did this on purpose, or it may be related to the Chaos Bell."

He spoke earnestly, attempting to dispel any doubts the guide might have.

However, upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Jieyin's eyes.

He approached slowly, his voice tinged with accusation: "Chaos Bell? Junior Brother, we both know how precious innate treasures are. Bodhi is one of your three corpses. If he is truly trapped, how can you be so calm? Could it be... that you deliberately hid Bodhi, intending to keep that treasure and wonder for yourself?"

Jieyin's words were like knives, carrying undisguised doubt, piercing straight into Zhunti's heart.

Zhunti was taken aback, then frowned and said in a deep voice, "Brother, what makes you say that? I am also extremely anxious about Bodhi being trapped. How could I deliberately hide him? You and I are both leaders of the Western Sect, and we will advance and retreat together. How could we do something like killing each other?"

His tone grew increasingly urgent. He clasped his hands together, and a golden light emanated from his palms. He solemnly declared, "I swear by the Heavenly Dao that I have no intention of concealing the Bodhi. If I break this oath, I am willing to suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao!"

The oath resounded throughout Lingyun Ferry, and an invisible ripple seemed to respond to it. However, Jieyin sneered and shook his head.

"A sage of the Heavenly Dao is not bound by cause and effect, so what use is your oath?"

Jieyin's gaze was cold, and his tone was somewhat sarcastic, "You and I both know that if Bodhi is truly trapped, there is no way he can escape in thirty years."

Junior brother, if you are truly hiding something, don't blame me for no longer considering our brotherhood!

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed, faintly showing the power of thunder, and the clouds and mist above Mount Ling were shaken apart.

Zhunti's heart sank, but he forced himself to remain calm on the surface.

Since the founding of the Western Religion, he and his followers have endured countless tribulations, and their mutual trust has never wavered.

At this moment, however, the questioning from Jieyin was like a sharp sword, piercing the deepest part of his heart.

He knew that if this misunderstanding could not be resolved, the rift within the Western Religion would widen further, and it might even become a laughing stock in the Three Realms.

Just as he was about to argue further, he suddenly felt a vast and powerful pressure sweeping in from outside Mount Ling, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

Above Mount Ling, dark clouds rolled and lightning flickered. Figures descended from the sky, each aura as heavy as a mountain, causing the golden light array of Mount Ling to tremble slightly.

Leading the group were the Three Pure Ones—Laozi, Yuanshi Tianhuang, and Tongtian Jiaozhu. Behind them, three thousand powerful beings, including Nuwa, the Jade Emperor, Lu Ya, Styx, Zhenyuanzi, and Zhulong, gathered together, each exuding murderous intent, their magical treasures shimmering with light, as if they were about to crush Mount Ling into dust.

Taiqing Laozi holds a Taiji diagram, in which the Yin and Yang energies flow, faintly locking onto Mount Ling; Yuanshi Tianhuang gently shakes the Pangu Banner in his hand, as if there is a power to create the world; behind Tongtian Jiaozhu, the Four Swords of Zhuxian float, their sword energy soaring into the sky, and killing intent permeating the air.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

Although they were saints, they did not expect that the great powers of the three realms would join forces at this moment.

The Primordial Emperor stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout Mount Ling: "Jieyin and Zhunti, you two first destroyed the Heavenly Court and slaughtered the immortals and gods, and then poisoned millions of living beings with the Weak Water. Your sins are heinous. Today we have come to punish you. Do you have anything to say?"

Upon hearing this, Zhunti was startled and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoists, there must be a misunderstanding! Our Western Sect has never slaughtered the Heavenly Court, nor has it ever used the Weak Water to harm anyone. There must be a mastermind behind this, trying to sow discord among us!"

He spoke urgently, trying to explain, but Yuanshi snorted coldly, waved the Pangu Banner, and a chaotic sword energy cleaved straight at the Lingshan protective formation, causing the golden light formation to tremble violently.

Taiqing Laozi said calmly, "No need for further words, a battle is inevitable at Mount Ling today!"

Before the words were even finished, the three thousand powerful beings simultaneously unleashed their magical treasures, their light intertwining above Mount Ling as they launched a relentless attack.

Seeing this, Zhunti knew that explaining was useless, and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, set up the formation!"

He formed a hand seal, and thousands of Buddhas deep within Mount Ling chanted scriptures in unison. A golden array instantly rose up, transforming into the phantom images of ten thousand Buddhas to resist the attacks of the powerful beings.

Although Jieyin had his doubts, with external enemies at hand, he could only suppress his resentment for the time being and stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhunti to fight against the heroes of the Three Realms.

Meanwhile, far away in the Abyss of Darkness, the Demon Ancestor Wutian sat cross-legged on a black lotus, his gaze piercing through the void as he surveyed the battle situation at Mount Ling.

A slight smirk appeared on his lips: "With three thousand powerful figures besieging Lingjiu Peak, the Western Sect is likely to suffer heavy losses today... Good, very good!"

He didn't make a move, but simply observed quietly, as if waiting for some opportunity.

In Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the Golden Palace was brightly lit.

Li Shimin sat upright on the dragon throne, his gaze deep and profound, while civil and military officials gathered in the court.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep yet resounding: "Immortals, gods, demons, and all the races of the primordial world are currently fighting amongst themselves, suffering heavy losses. This is an opportunity for our human race to rise! What good strategies do you gentlemen have?"

The ministers were in an uproar. Some suggested taking advantage of the chaos to expand their territory, while others advocated secretly recruiting rogue cultivators to strengthen their power.

After hearing this, Li Shimin nodded slightly, but he already had a plan in mind.

Inside the Fire Cloud Cave, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors gathered together.

Suirenshi, Fuxi, Shennong, and others sat around an ancient stone seal, which was the Kongtong Seal, a treasure of the human race.

At this moment, the four golden dragon phantoms on the image appeared and disappeared, as if they were awakening.

Fuxi clapped his hands and laughed, "The Kongtong Seal has moved strangely, and the four dragons have awakened, which foretells a great rise in the fortunes of the human race."

"When immortals and gods clash, our human race should sit back and watch the tigers fight, patiently waiting for the right opportunity!"

Shennong nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation: "This is a golden opportunity; the rise of the human race is just around the corner."

Meanwhile, far away on the shores of the East China Sea, Jiang Wang was sitting cross-legged on a reef, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

A simple stone seal floated in front of him; it was the Kongtong Seal.

Just now, he was teleported here due to the abnormal movement of the Kongtong Seal, and unexpectedly received the infusion of four golden dragons, gaining four portions of human fortune.

His internal energy surged, and his cultivation showed signs of a breakthrough.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them, and murmured, "The human race's fortune... what a grand gesture!"

Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind: "Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission 'Blessed with Luck,' reward: Time Law Cultivation Method; complete the hidden mission 'Human Emperor's Approval,' reward: Laozi's Alchemy Technique Upgrade."

Jiang Wangxin checked the rewards.

The cultivation method based on the laws of time is extremely profound. One must comprehend the long river of time in order to glimpse even a trace of its true meaning.

The upgraded Laozi alchemy technique further impressed him, as it could refine "quasi-saintly pills".
It helps ordinary people ascend to the highest realm in one step, achieving the status of a quasi-saint.

However, the strongest "Primordial Essence Pill"

However, it requires the Primordial Purple Qi, and Jiang Wangxin knew that this item was rare and hard to come by, so he put it aside for the time being.

He pondered for a moment and decided to use the Quasi-Saint Divine Pill to enhance his own and the strength of the human race. Then, he turned his gaze to the direction of Mount Ling: "The Battle of Mount Ling... is a good opportunity."

With a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and headed towards Mount Ling.

Along the Liusha River, the wind howled and the river flowed swiftly.

When Tang Sanzang and his disciples arrived at this place, before they could cross the river, they saw the waves surging in the river, and a figure broke out of the water. It was General Curtain Roller.

He was clad in tattered armor, wielding a demon-slaying staff, and exuded a fierce aura.

Seeing this, Pigsy stepped forward to challenge him, relying on his nine-toothed rake, but was knocked back by Curtain Roller's staff and fell down covered in dust.

Wukong sneered, brandished his golden cudgel, and charged forward, fighting the curtain-roller for three hundred rounds without a clear victor.

Seeing that the battle had dragged on without a clear victory, Juanlian leaped into the river and vanished without a trace.

Just as Tang Sanzang was at a loss, he suddenly saw auspicious clouds drifting in from the horizon, and Muzha arrived riding on the clouds.

After landing, he clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Tang Sanzang and said gently, "Master, this demon is the Curtain-Raising General, the one destined by Heaven to go on the pilgrimage. Only by taking him with us on the journey to the West can we achieve our goal."

Having said that, he turned and shouted towards the river, "Rolling Curtain, quickly show yourself and follow Master westward!"

The river rippled slightly, and the curtain rose from the water, revealing only half its head. It said coldly, "Muzha, I don't have time to play these tricks of your pilgrimage. You want me to go? No way!"

After saying this, he sank into the river again, leaving behind a ripple.

Tang Sanzang sighed, Muzha frowned, but Wukong chuckled, leaped into the air, and shouted into the river, "Roller Curtain, you cowardly turtle, do you dare to fight another three hundred rounds?"

There was no response from the river, only the gentle ripples, as if mocking the helplessness of the crowd.

The Liusha River is calm and still, its wide surface shimmering with golden light under the blazing sun, like an endless jade ribbon winding through the desert.

Jiang Wang stood on the riverbank, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He squinted and stared into the depths of the water, where he could vaguely sense a deep and powerful aura lurking within.

The aura wasn't unfamiliar, yet it carried a somewhat unsettling sense of strangeness, as if an unknown sharpness lay hidden beneath an old acquaintance's face.

He muttered to himself, "Roller... what are you thinking?"

Mu Zha stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering, surrounded by golden light, his aura as intense as flames. (End of Chapter)