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

He squinted, the system's cold yet clear voice echoing in his mind: "The Chaos Rice Seed requires the Nine Heavens Breath Soil as its foundation, the extreme Yin Weak Water for irrigation, and the Chaos Qi for fertilization. It takes millions of years for it to mature."

Each plant can produce three thousand grains of Dao Rice after it matures. Each grain contains a Dao Law. Taking one grain can increase one's comprehension of the corresponding law by one percent.

If we consider a hundred seeds, theoretically, they could help all three thousand Great Dao Laws reach perfection.

Jiang Wang looked down at the seed in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

A million years is a long time, long enough to grind a mountain into dust. Even though he has now reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm and has a long lifespan, he still feels that this time is too far away.

Moreover, the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, the Extreme Yin Weak Water, and the Chaos Qi are all supreme treasures of heaven and earth, and ordinary immortals and gods would find it difficult to obtain even one in their entire lives.

He sighed softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips: "The system is quite generous, giving me a huge windfall, but this windfall... I can't get my hands on it."

With a flick of his finger, the seed disappeared back into the storage ring, sealed in the endless void.

He also temporarily put aside his chance to win the lottery. Although experience points were valuable, there were more important things waiting for him to do right now.

He got up and slowly walked to the Bagua furnace in the center of the cave.

The furnace body is simple and unadorned, covered with intricate Daoist patterns. Inside, a ball of purple-gold alchemical fire burns quietly, radiating a heat that is intense but not scorching.

Jiang Wang's gaze fell on the mountain of spiritual herbs piled up beside the furnace. He silently calculated in his mind: to refine pills for the human race, help 100,000 geniuses improve their cultivation, and thereby obtain the human race's fortune, this move must be played carefully.

His mastery of the Primordial Chaos level alchemy technique is unparalleled in the world; at the very least, he can refine the Taiyi Xuanhuang Pill.

This elixir can help cultivators break through bottlenecks and directly enter the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

If calculated based on the flow of time within the cave, the time difference between inside and outside is more than a hundred times. Two years is enough time for 100,000 mortal cultivators to enter the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

His grander goal was to cultivate ten thousand Great Luo Golden Immortals, or even ten Quasi-Saints, to lay the foundation for the human race in the Three Realms.

Jiang Wang closed his eyes, and the current state of the human race appeared in his mind.

After the primordial world was shattered, although the human race was the protagonist of the world, it was often bullied by demons because of its shallow foundation.

If he can help the human race rise, he will not only gain good fortune, but also secure a place in this great calamity of the Journey to the West.

He took a deep breath, waved his sleeve, and the furnace fire suddenly blazed brightly, with the medicinal herbs flying into the furnace like flowing water.

He formed hand seals, and his alchemy techniques flowed like clouds and water. The spiritual energy inside the furnace surged, and faint sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling could be heard.

In the days that followed, Jiang Wang spent almost no time sleeping, immersing himself in alchemy.

The cave was filled with the fragrance of elixirs, and the spiritual herbs were transformed into golden pills in the furnace fire, each containing immense spiritual power.

He would sometimes frown, sometimes chuckle, and as his fingers flew across the paper, the quality of the pills continuously improved.

Although the Taiyi Xuanhuang Pill was the minimum goal, he could occasionally refine a few batches of higher-grade Hunyuan Golden Pills, which gave him more confidence in his plan.

Each batch of pills he refined was stored in his storage ring, and he carefully counted and calculated the progress of the 100,000 pills.

Outside the cave, the mountain wind howled, and spiritual energy surged like a tide, as if to bolster Jiang Wang's alchemy efforts.

With his mind focused solely on the furnace fire and the spiritual herbs, a grand picture gradually emerged in his mind: 100,000 Taiyi Golden Immortals arrayed between heaven and earth, their momentum like a rainbow; 10,000 Daluo Golden Immortals standing tall on the clouds, overlooking the Three Realms; and ten Quasi-Saints appearing out of nowhere, intimidating demons and monsters.

All of this will begin with the batches of pills he produces.

Meanwhile, the pilgrimage team on their journey to the West encountered a minor but significant disturbance.

When Tang Sanzang woke up, he felt a chill all over his body. When he opened his eyes, the scenery around him was completely different.

The farmhouse where I stayed last night has disappeared, replaced by a desolate forest. Dead branches and fallen leaves cover the ground, and morning mist swirls around it, giving it an eerie atmosphere.

His heart tightened, and he quickly summoned Sha Wujing to inquire about the events of the previous night.

Sha Wujing frowned and said in a deep voice, "Master, the mother and daughter from last night are probably not ordinary people."

Observing their words and actions, I sensed a faint Buddhist aura emanating from them; they were very likely manifestations of Guanyin Bodhisattva, testing our devotion to Buddhism.

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang was taken aback. He quickly took out a short note from his robes, unfolded it, and saw that it contained a few lines of small writing, confirming Sha Wujing's guess.

He sighed deeply and murmured, "The Bodhisattva is merciful and wanted to enlighten us, but alas, the cultivation of my four disciples and I is shallow, and we almost went astray from the right path."

Just then, Sun Wukong came riding on a cloud from afar, carrying a half-dead wild rabbit in his hand. He grinned and said, "Master, I, Old Sun, have hunted some game. We'll roast it and eat it later!"

Tang Sanzang paid no attention to it. His gaze shifted and he suddenly saw a person hanging from a crooked tree not far away. It was Zhu Bajie.

The man was tightly bound by a gleaming golden rope, his magical power completely sealed, his face pale, and bloodstains seeping from his crotch, looking utterly wretched.

Tang Sanzang was shocked and rushed forward to check. Sha Wujing followed closely behind and tried to untie the rope, but found that the rope was exceptionally tough and could not be moved even slightly by knives or axes.

Sun Wukong scratched his head and chuckled, "This fool has probably broken the precept against lust again, angered the Bodhisattva, and gotten himself bound by this Immortal-Binding Rope!"

Tang Sanzang glared at him and whispered, “Stop talking nonsense! Although Bajie is lustful, he is not a bad person. This must be a misunderstanding.”

"Sha Wujing, hurry to the South Sea and beg Guanyin Bodhisattva for the incantation to untie you."

Sha Wujing accepted the order and left, transforming into a streak of light and heading straight for the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea.

Upon arriving at the edge of the Purple Bamboo Grove, he waited respectfully for a full half hour before Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared from the clouds.

Sha Wujing hurriedly reported Bajie's situation. After listening, Guanyin frowned slightly and pondered, "That rope is just a pirated version of the Immortal Binding Rope. It can be untied with ordinary magic. How could it be so difficult? I'm afraid someone has tampered with it in secret."

After a moment's thought, she took out a hair from the Buddha's head from her sleeve, handed it to Sha Wujing, and instructed him: "Use this hair to make a saw and try to cut the rope."

Sha Wujing thanked the Bodhisattva and hurriedly returned to the desolate forest. He threw out his hair, which transformed into a gleaming golden saw, which he held in his hand and sawed at the rope.

To everyone's surprise, the rope, though seemingly soft, was as tough as iron. After sawing for a long time, the rope did not budge, but instead chipped several holes in the saw.

Sha Wujing, covered in sweat, turned to look at Tang Sanzang and said helplessly, "Master, this rope is strange. I'm afraid a master is secretly causing trouble."

At this moment, Pigsy was hanging from the tree, wincing in pain, and said weakly, "Master, junior brother, my wound is bleeding profusely. If it's not treated soon, I'm afraid I'll die here! Quickly find some herbs to apply and stop the bleeding!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang hurriedly looked around and suddenly noticed a clump of plantain growing on the ground. A thought flashed through his mind, and he said, "I have heard that plantain can promote urination and clear the orifices. Since Bajie's wound is scabbed over and not cleared, perhaps this herb can be used."

Upon hearing this, Pigsy's face turned even more ashen than when he was hanging from the tree, and his voice trembled with tears: "Master! My manhood is injured, and the plantain is being applied... This... this is going to kill me!"

Sun Wukong burst into laughter, nearly throwing the rabbit in his hand away.

Sha Wujing couldn't help but twitch his lips and whispered, "Master, although plantain is beneficial, Bajie's injury... I'm afraid it requires a more suitable herb." Tang Sanzang blushed and quickly waved his hand, saying, "I was confused for a moment, Bajie, please don't be angry."

"Sha Wujing, go and find some more herbs to stop the bleeding. You must save your senior brother from this predicament."

Sha Wujing nodded, turned around, and disappeared into the forest to search for herbs.

In the desolate forest, the morning mist gradually dissipated, but Pigsy's mournful howls still echoed, causing several mountain sparrows to take flight in fright.

Inside Jiang Wang's cave, the alchemical fire roared, and the spiritual herbs transformed into streams of light, merging into the furnace.

He was single-minded, but the image of the pilgrimage team vaguely appeared in his mind.

The Journey to the West is fraught with peril at every turn. Although he does not directly intervene, he knows that all the hardships along the way are arranged by the will of Heaven.

He murmured to himself, "Tang Sanzang and his disciples, Pigsy's current predicament is probably another test."

"Very well, I will refine this elixir to help humanity rise again. As for the journey to the west, that is up to fate."

With a flick of his finger, a batch of pills took shape, radiating golden light and emitting a fragrant aroma.

He smiled slightly and continued refining the next batch.

The river wind of Liusha River carries a damp, cold, and fishy smell, sweeping across the 790-mile-long bridge. The bridge, like a coiled dragon, spans the turbulent river, bearing witness to the Tang Dynasty's westward expedition and its ambition for unification.

The bridge is wide enough for ten chariots to pass side by side. The stone pillars are carved with human totems and runes, emitting a faint spiritual light, as if they are fighting against the roar of the river.

However, this colossal bridge, which embodies the hard work and dedication of countless human beings, is now emitting a low, mournful groan as it shakes violently.

A colossal wave, hundreds of feet high, suddenly rose from the river, like a ferocious beast opening its jaws to crash into the bridge. The wave carried a devastating force, as if it wanted to devour the hope of humanity in one fell swoop.

The Tang soldiers and civilians on the bridge were in chaos. The soldiers' armor clanged in the gale, and the cries of the people were drowned out by the sound of the waves.

The hundreds of immortals responsible for protecting the bridge quickly formed a formation, their hands forming hand seals and their mouths chanting incantations as they performed the Wind-Supporting Technique.

A gale of force 30 burst forth from their palms, transforming into streaks of azure whirlwinds, attempting to block the towering waves.

However, amidst the giant waves, a crimson figure streaked past like a shooting star—it was Nezha.

He rode on the Wind and Fire Wheels, his Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) dancing like a dragon, bringing with it blazing flames and a fierce wind, easily weakening the wind power of the Wind-Supporting Technique.

The immortals' spiritual power was suppressed by Nezha, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, barely causing a ripple.

The soldiers and civilians on the bridge watched helplessly as the giant waves approached, and despair spread like a plague.

"Humanity has dared to defy Heaven and defy the Dao; today I will destroy this bridge!"

Nezha's voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable authority.

His figure appeared and disappeared on the crest of the wave, and the red light of his fiery wheels made the river surface look blood red.

The immortals of Tang Kingdom gritted their teeth, trying to unleash their spiritual power again, only to find that Nezha's Hun Tian Ling had firmly suppressed their spiritual energy. The wind gradually weakened, but the giant waves became increasingly fierce.

The bridge made a heart-stopping cracking sound as it was battered by the waves, sending stone chips flying and cracks spreading across the surface like a spider web.

Just at this critical moment, a clear and melodious zither tune came from the sky, long and profound, like a flowing spring, and as steady as a mountain.

The music seemed to possess an invisible magic, and the giant waves gradually calmed down under the soothing sound waves. The originally raging river surface was as if it had been held down by an invisible hand, slowly returning to calm.

The soldiers and civilians on the bridge, still in shock, looked up and saw an old man in white standing in mid-air, his hair and beard all white, holding a white jade and jasper silk zither in his hands. The strings were still vibrating slightly, emitting a faint spiritual light.

"Emperor Fuxi!"

Someone recognized the old man and exclaimed in surprise.

A low murmur arose from the crowd, filled with awe and hope.

Fuxi's gaze was gentle yet dignified as he swept over the soldiers and civilians on the bridge, before settling on Nezha.

He spoke slowly, his voice as melodious as a zither: "Nezha, you are of human origin and have achieved sainthood in your physical body. Why do you aid the immortals and make things difficult for the human race? Return and help my human race to create a prosperous era together."

Upon hearing this, a complex emotion flashed in Nezha's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by indifference.

He sneered, flicking his Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) to create a gust of wind: "So what if he's a Holy Emperor? The human race dares to defy the heavens! Today, I am ordered by my master to destroy this bridge!"

Having said that, he spun his fiery wheels, intending to stir up another giant wave.

Fuxi sighed, and lightly plucked the strings of his zither. The music transformed into invisible ripples that instantly suppressed Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels.

Nezha froze, his brows furrowed, seemingly not expecting Fuxi's zither music to be so domineering.

Just then, a golden light streaked across the sky, carrying immense pressure; it was none other than the Taiyi Zhenren.

He was clad in a golden robe and held the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover in his hand. His gaze swept coldly over Fuxi: "Fuxi, your human race has dared to defy the heavens. Today, I will act on behalf of the heavens!"

Fuxi's gaze remained calm, unmoved by the imposing presence of Taiyi Zhenren.

Just as he was about to speak, several beams of light appeared in the sky, surrounded by celestial energy and exuding a powerful aura.

Laozi arrived on a cloud, the Taiji diagram behind him slowly rotating, the Yin and Yang energies flowing, seemingly able to suppress everything; Yuan Daoren held the Pangu Banner, the Antarctic Immortal behind him with an immortal air and unfathomable aura; the Jade Emperor, the Ziwei Emperor, the Gouchen Emperor, Tathagata, Randeng, and Kong Xuan descended one after another, the auras of the nine quasi-saints converging, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

Their gazes all fell on the Liusha River Bridge, filled with undisguised hostility.

"Humanity desires to unify the Three Realms and attempts to overturn the Heavenly Dao; this bridge must not be built!"

The Jade Emperor's voice boomed like thunder, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Laozi nodded slightly, and the Taiji diagram in his hand emitted a faint light, as if it were gathering power.

Yuan Daoren snorted coldly, and with a gentle shake of the Pangu Banner, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth trembled.

The oppressive aura of the nine Quasi-Saints of the Immortal Path surged towards the soldiers and civilians on the bridge like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible for the human immortals to breathe.

Just then, eight beams of light rose from the other end of the bridge, their momentum no less than that of the nine immortals.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors appeared together. Suirenshi held Suiren Stone Fire, the firelight illuminating half the sky; Shennongshi was covered in the spiritual light of plants and trees, his aura gentle yet full of vitality; Xuanyuan Huangdi held Xuanyuan Sword, the sword energy soaring into the sky, faintly suppressing the Jade Emperor's power; the other five emperors each held a magic weapon, their auras combined, completely resisting the pressure from the nine immortals.

Although the eight peak quasi-saints of the human race lacked innate treasures, their exceptional talents and dragon-like blood gave them a subtle advantage. (End of Chapter)