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

The high priest stood before the sword, the white-haired old man with a solemn expression, his hands forming a mudra as he softly chanted ancient incantations.

He sensed a powerful divine force surging in from the void, like rivers flowing into the sea, pouring entirely into the Xuanyuan Sword.

The sword trembled slightly, and the dragon pattern seemed to come alive, swimming across the blade and emitting a deep dragon roar.

Jiang Wang's mind stirred slightly, and he transmitted his voice to the High Priest's ear: "The seal has loosened. Break the seal on the Fire Cloud Cave quickly, or things will change."

His voice was deep and ethereal, as if it came from beyond the heavens.

The high priest shuddered, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes, but he did not turn around, focusing all his attention on the ritual.

Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, and divine power surged out of his body like a tide. More than half of the divine power transformed into an invisible torrent and was injected into the Xuanyuan Sword from a distance.

The sword's light grew even more intense, and the air inside the tomb seemed to ignite, emitting faint crackling sounds.

Jiang Wang's face was slightly pale. Exhausting more than half of his divine power was no small matter, but he remained calm and simply watched the changes in the sword.

Deep within the tomb, the primordial spirits of three thousand sages sensed the unusual activity.

These sages are all heroic souls of the human race throughout history, who have long been sleeping in their tombs, but have now been awakened by the revival of the Xuanyuan Sword.

One after another, illusory figures rose from the stone coffins, some with white hair, others with heroic spirit, all carrying an indomitable will.

They gazed at the Xuanyuan Sword, their eyes filled with both nostalgia and determination.

Without a word, the three thousand primordial spirits transformed into streams of light and all disappeared into the sword's body.

In an instant, the Xuanyuan Sword shone brightly, its sword energy soaring into the sky like a golden dragon, tearing through the clouds above the tomb and shooting straight to the heavens.

In the Heavenly Realm, inside the Hall of Eight Views, Laozi sat upright on a futon, a green lamp flickering before him, reflecting his calm and serene face.

Xuandu returned in a sorry state, knelt in the hall, and whispered his report on the matter of the First Emperor's mausoleum.

Lao Jun slightly raised his eyes, as if he had already seen through everything, and said calmly, "The Xuanyuan Sword has been revived, and humanity is about to turn the tide, but the Kongtong Seal is suppressed by the Heavenly Dao. How much of a storm can the Eight Quasi-Saints stir up?"

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Xuan Du lowered his head, not daring to speak, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

Meanwhile, outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, all the saints gathered.

The Tongtian Sect Leader leaned against an ancient pine tree, his Qingping Sword lightly tapping his knee, but his gaze was fixed on the soaring sword light in the human realm.

Nuwa looked solemn, her delicate hand gently stroking the five-colored stone in front of her, as if she were calculating the secrets of heaven.

The Guide Daoist sat cross-legged on a golden lotus, a hint of sorrow between his brows, while Zhunti sighed softly, "The fate of humanity is truly unwilling to be lonely."

Only Yuanshi Tianzun was not present. Although the saints did not say it outright, they all felt a sense of heaviness in their hearts.

They knew that the revival of the Xuanyuan Sword was no accident, and there must be a mastermind behind it, but no one could figure out the identity of that mastermind.

In the human realm, above Jingzhou, the Xuanyuan Sword streaked across the night sky like a meteor. Wherever the sword light passed, the sea of ​​clouds churned, and the heavens and earth trembled.

The sword light pointed directly at the Fire Cloud Cave. The seal outside the cave was set up by the Heavenly Dao and was indestructible. However, under the magnificent power of the Xuanyuan Sword, the seal shattered inch by inch like glass.

With a loud bang, the entrance to the Fire Cloud Cave shone brightly, and eight figures slowly emerged from the cave.

Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan, Huangdi, Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, and Shun—the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, eight quasi-sages, their imposing presence like an unshakeable mountain.

Their gazes swept across the heavens and earth, filled with boundless majesty and anticipation, as they proclaimed in unison: "The revival of humanity, the rise of humanism!"

These words shook the three realms.

The Jade Emperor of Heaven sat upright in the Lingxiao Palace, his face ashen, the jade book in his hand creaking as he gripped it tightly.

Inside the Demon Clan's main hall, Demon Emperor Taiyi's gaze was icy, with the illusory image of the Eastern Emperor Bell faintly visible behind him.

Inside the Leiyin Temple on Lingshan Mountain, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, yet it cannot conceal the shadow between the Buddha's brows.

In the Jade Void Palace of the Chan Sect, the Twelve Golden Immortals gathered, all remaining silent.

Only on Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, Qingpingzi stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the human world, a smile appearing on his lips: "Humanity, in the end, is unwilling to succumb to depravity."

Jiang Wang did not appear. He was hidden in the void, his aura completely concealed, like a gentle breeze, undetectable to anyone.

The moment he sensed the seal of the Fire Cloud Cave shatter, the Kongtong Seal within his body trembled slightly, and five streams of human fortune surged from the void, merging into his soul.

The aura of fortune, like silk threads, entwined around his primordial spirit, making his aura even more profound.

At the same time, a clear notification sounded in my mind: "Hidden quest completed, unlocking the Great Dao talent 'Dual Casting'."

Jiang Wangxin checked the talent details: the supernatural power effect is doubled without cost and can be stacked.

Time dilation can be doubled, teleportation distance can be doubled, and even the power of the Chaos Bell can be doubled at certain times.

He did not rush back to the hidden realm, but instead found a desolate mountain, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to test his newly acquired talent.

He raised his hand and pointed, causing the space in front of him to distort slightly. His divine ability, which originally allowed him to teleport a hundred miles instantly, now allowed him to directly travel two hundred miles.

He activated his time-manipulation ability again, and the flow of time around him suddenly accelerated, expanding the original one breath to two breaths.

He opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips—this was "double casting."

It is truly profound. If we can make good use of it, we may not be without the power to fight against a sage in the future.

After the experiment was completed, Jiang Wang thought for a moment and disappeared into the hidden realm.

The Hidden Realm was a small world he created with the Chaos Bell, containing mountains and rivers, and abundant spiritual energy.

At this moment, he stood atop a high mountain in the center of the hidden realm, looking down at the hundreds of thousands of young people from the Tang Dynasty below.

These young people are all talented individuals he has collected from the human world over the years. They have not yet become immortals, but they have excellent aptitude and boundless potential.

He decided to refrain from interfering in the affairs of the human race outside the realm for the time being. Although the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had escaped their predicament, Hongjun's shadow still loomed over the Three Realms. Rashly exposing himself would only lead to his death.

He raised his hand to form a hand seal, activating "Dual Casting".
The flow of time in the hidden realm began to change.

What used to take ten days in the hidden realm is now expanded to twenty days under the blessing of the double spell.

He stood atop the mountain, sensing the passage of time, and nodded in satisfaction.

This twenty-fold time difference is enough for the young people in the hidden realm to grow rapidly and accumulate the fortune of the human race.

His gaze swept across the area below, where 100,000 young people were either meditating or sparring, creating a vibrant scene within the hidden realm, like a magnificent painting.

Meanwhile, inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun sat upright amidst the chaos, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

He sensed the seal on the Fire Cloud Cave breaking, his brow furrowed slightly, and then he issued a decree: "Thirty-three years from now, the seal on the human realm will be lifted, and all forces in the three realms shall exterminate all human beings of the Immortal level or above."

Yuanshi Tianzun received the order and summoned all the saints to discuss countermeasures. The atmosphere in the Eight Views Hall was solemn, except for Laozi, who stroked his long beard and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Wang was unaware of the decision made within Zixiao Palace. He stood atop the Hidden Realm Mountain, his gaze distant.

He knew that the road to the revival of humanity was destined to be bumpy, but as long as the hidden realm was stable and fortune accumulated, it was not impossible to contend with the heavens in the future.

He said in a low voice, "Thirty-three years is enough."

After speaking, he turned and walked down the mountain. The sky above the hidden realm was clear and bright, with starlight falling, making his figure appear even more solitary and lofty.

Jiang Wang stood at the core of the hidden realm, with a newly opened fertile land beneath his feet. The spiritual energy swirled like clouds and mist, so dense that it almost condensed into droplets.

He closed his eyes and sensed the surrounding atmosphere. He could faintly hear the whispering of the wind, mixed with the subtle sounds of spiritual roots sprouting, as if the heavens and earth were softly telling him about life. His fingertips gently brushed over a ginseng fruit tree. The tree was only three feet tall, but its branches and leaves were already lush and green, emitting a faint fragrance.

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, thinking to himself that the prototype of this hidden orchard had been formed, and it would surely become a blessed land in the primordial world in the future.

This secluded realm was transformed by him over several months of painstaking effort.

When choosing the site, he specifically selected a void with the most abundant spiritual energy, and personally used his great magic to move four spiritual veins, transforming them into four rushing rivers that surrounded the orchard and nourished the spiritual roots.

He carefully transplanted three innate spiritual roots—the Ginseng Fruit Tree, the Mother Peach Tree, and the Yellow Plum Tree—to this place. Each spiritual root has its roots deeply embedded in the spiritual veins, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and there is a faint flow of innate Daoist charm among its branches and leaves.

To ensure the spiritual root thrives, he waters it day and night with the Three Lights Divine Water. The divine water shimmers with golden and silver starlight under the sunlight, and when it falls on the spiritual root, it turns into wisps of spiritual mist, nourishing the orchard and making it full of vitality.

Jiang Wang looked around and his gaze fell on the spatial barrier at the edge of the orchard.

This barrier was condensed by him using the magic power of a Quasi-Saint in the early stage and fused with the laws of space. Without his permission, no outsider can even think of stepping into it.

Within the barrier, spiritual energy circulates naturally, forming a cycle, like a small, independent world.

He nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at the woman in white beside him.

Chang'e, dressed in a moon-white gown, with exquisite features and a gentle yet refined demeanor, was quietly surveying the orchard.

"Fairy Chang'e, this garden is now in your care."

Jiang Wang's voice was gentle, carrying an unquestionable trust, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Chang'e nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the three spiritual roots, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

She said softly, "This place is rich in spiritual energy. The spiritual roots are nourished by the Three Lights Divine Water, and they will surely bear unparalleled immortal fruits in the future."

"Having been entrusted with this task, I will do my utmost to protect you."

She paused, looked up at Jiang Wang, and smiled faintly. "I wish to name this garden 'Yue Garden,' meaning nourished by the moonlight. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Jiang?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang pondered for a moment and nodded, saying, "Yue Garden is excellent."

"In that case, you shall remain here permanently and manage all affairs of the orchard."

He paused, then added, "If you need anything, just let me know, and I will help you."

Chang'e nodded in agreement, and then her figure flashed, transforming into a ray of moonlight and disappearing into the depths of the orchard.

As Jiang Wang watched her figure disappear, a slight stirring stirred in his heart.

Chang'e is aloof by nature, but she is extremely good at management. He is at ease entrusting this garden to her.

Before turning to leave, he took one last look at Yue Garden. The spiritual roots were growing stronger under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the four great rivers were sparkling, and the sounds of the Dao seemed to echo between heaven and earth.

He was satisfied and stepped out of the hidden realm, returning to the outside world.

Back in the outside world, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on a mountaintop. With a thought, a light screen appeared before him, densely recording his attribute information.

His gaze swept over the area, silently reciting in his mind: Host: Jiang Wang
Talent: Dual Casting (There is a chance to double the effect when casting any spell, alchemy, or weapon crafting).
Cultivation level: Early stage of Quasi-Saint (1.19 million years)

Laws: Law of Space (80% comprehension), Law of Time (60% comprehension), Law of Five Elements (70% comprehension)

Cultivation Technique: Seventh Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique (requires 2 million years of cultivation to reach the eighth revolution)

Supernatural Powers: Universe in Sleeves, Heaven-Turning Palm, Void Shift, Primordial Strike

Magical artifacts: Hunyuan Golden Cauldron (a supreme innate treasure), Dinghai Divine Pearls (twenty-four pearls), Qingping Sword (a spiritual treasure innate treasure). Jiang Wang's gaze fell upon the "Seventh Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

He paused for a moment, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

His core goal is to prove the Dao through force and become the strongest saint in the primordial world.

To achieve this goal, the eighth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is a crucial step, requiring 2 million years of cultivation.

He has accumulated 1.19 million years' worth of resources, and is just a little short of completing the required amount through system tasks.

He calculated that if he completed another system task, triggered two super draws, and obtained 90 million experience points, he could break through to the eighth rank in one fell swoop.

At that time, his combat power will reach a new level, and he will be able to fight even against a saint.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wang put away the light screen and turned his gaze into the distance.

On the vast and desolate land, the human race is at a critical juncture.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, along with three thousand sages, spent years of painstaking effort to finally reclaim the ancestral homeland of the Shouyang Mountain people.

That majestic mountain range is now reinforced by formations by countless human cultivators, its spiritual energy rising, faintly resembling the aura of an ancestral land.

Emperor Taizong of Tang (Li Shimin) abolished the crown prince system and hereditary succession with swift and decisive measures, and reinstated the abdication system, intending to unify the human race in the most powerful form.

On Shouyang Mountain, an imperial edict spread throughout the primordial world, ordering all human kingdoms to abolish their thrones and submit to the Tang Dynasty.

The moment this decree was issued, the entire primordial world trembled.

More than half of the human kingdoms obeyed the emperor's decree and sent envoys to Chang'an to swear allegiance.

However, some countries remain under external control and have yet to take action.

Jiang Wang sneered, knowing that the Heavenly Court, Mount Ling, the Chan Sect, and the Demon Clan were all behind this.

For example, the Kingdom of Baoxiang was secretly controlled by a Golden Immortal from the Chan Sect.

The Golden Immortal used his magic to bewitch the king, intending to defy the emperor's decree and protect the interests of the Chan Sect among the human race.

Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes, and the laws of space began to operate slightly, revealing the scene of Baoxiang Kingdom before his eyes.

The king sat upright in the palace, his face full of hesitation. Behind him, a golden immortal's aura was faint, as if whispering a seductive message.

Jiang Wang snorted coldly, thinking to himself, "The Chan Sect is good at scheming, but unfortunately, the human race's momentum is unstoppable."

Humanity's goal is clear: to achieve unification within 33 years in order to counter the threat of the descent of saints after the awakening of humanity.

To this end, Chang'an has dispatched troops to expedite the bridge-building project over the Liusha River, aiming to open up east-west transportation and accelerate the pace of unification.

Jiang Wang was quite satisfied with this. Whether it was the decisions of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors or the boldness of Li Shimin, they all demonstrated an unprecedented level of cohesion among the Chinese people.

He thought to himself that if humanity rises, the world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure) will change dramatically, and he will also find a place in it.

Meanwhile, outside Wuzhuang Temple, the Jade Emperor and Buddha arrived together, intending to win over Zhen Yuanzi to fight against the human race.

The two stood in front of the mountain gate, but were blocked by the Earth Book Formation, unable to move forward or backward.

The Jade Emperor frowned and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, show yourself immediately! The Heavenly Emperor has important matters to discuss with you!"

Tathagata then put his hands together in prayer and said in a calm tone, "Fellow Daoist, the situation in the prehistoric world is turbulent, and the human race is powerful. If we do not join forces, there may be unforeseen changes."

Inside the mountain gate, Zhen Yuanzi sat cross-legged in the temple, with a cup of tea in front of him, its aroma wafting gently.

He ignored the two people outside the door and looked at the person beside him.

The man, clad in a black robe, exuded a profound aura; he was none other than Fuxi.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, "The Heavenly Dao used two streams of Primordial Purple Qi to suppress the Reincarnation Disc and the Kongtong Seal, causing the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao to be obscured and devoid of holiness."

This move is tantamount to cutting off one's own arm. (End of Chapter)