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

Upon hearing this, Pigsy immediately became anxious and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Bodhisattva! You are the compassionate Guanyin, and even you can't do anything about it. Does that mean I, Old Pig, am going to be tied up until the end of time? If I had known this would happen, I would have stayed in the Weak Water and become a carefree immortal. Why would I have to suffer like this!"

His words were meant as a complaint, but they caught the eye of Sha Wujing, who was standing nearby.

"Weak water?"

Sha Wujing muttered to himself, a sudden inspiration flashing in his mind, "Weak Water can corrode everything, perhaps... perhaps it can untie this rope!"

He looked at Guanyin and said urgently, "Bodhisattva, what my second brother said makes sense! The Weak Water is the most Yin substance in the world, and it can even dissolve the bodies of immortals and gods. If we take my second brother to the Weak Water, we might be able to break this rope!"

Upon hearing this, Guanyin pondered for a moment and nodded, saying, "This method is feasible."

Although the Weak Water is treacherous, it is not impossible to give it a try if one proceeds with caution.

She looked at Pigsy and said solemnly, "Pigsy, are you willing to give it a try?"

Bajie nodded repeatedly, wishing he could break free from the ropes immediately.

Guanyin then looked at Sha Wujing and instructed him, "Sha Wujing, quickly take Bajie to the Abyss of Darkness and throw him far into the Weak Water. Do not get close, lest he be swallowed by the Weak Water."

Sha Wujing accepted the order, carried Zhu Bajie on his back, and transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the Abyss of Darkness.

Tang Sanzang stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, clasped his hands together, and whispered, "Amitabha, may my disciple be safe."

In the Northern Continent of Luzhou, war raged, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.

For three years, a million heavenly soldiers and generals fought fiercely against the demon race, leaving corpses strewn across the fields and blood staining the mountains and rivers.

The Heavenly Court has the blessing of the Investiture of the Gods, which allows fallen soldiers to be resurrected and reborn. The demon race, however, has no such support. With each member of their race dying, they are one less to go, and they are already on the verge of extinction.

Inside the demon clan's main tent, Lu Ya and Kunpeng sat facing each other, the atmosphere heavy.

Lu Ya, dressed in a red robe with a hint of arrogance between his brows, said coldly, "Kunpeng, if this battle continues, the demon race will be completely wiped out."

"Why not march to the Flowing Sands River, join forces with the human race, destroy Haotian, and seize the Heavenly Court!"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Lu Ya, your idea is rather naive."

"Humans and my demon race have a long-standing feud; how could we possibly join forces? In my opinion, it would be better to use a fake Chaos Bell to lure away the Sages, then infiltrate the Heavenly Court, capture the Queen Mother, cut down the Peaches of Immortality, steal the Investiture of the Gods, and completely sever the foundation of the Heavenly Court!"

A glint of light flashed in Lu Ya's eyes. After pondering for a moment, he nodded and said, "This plan is feasible."

"I will take control of the fake Chaos Bell. I will now head to the Outer Heavens to divert the Sage's attention."

Having said that, he stood up, transformed into a streak of crimson light, and disappeared into the horizon.

On his way to the Outer Heavens, Lu Ya caught a glimpse of a figure below, which turned out to be Sha Wujing carrying Zhu Bajie on his back.

His gaze sharpened, and he was startled to realize that Sha Wujing's aura was profound, faintly revealing the "Nine Revolutions Profound Skill."

A sign of great success.

Lu Ya's heart stirred. The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was an ancient and supreme method. If he could obtain it, it would definitely help him break through his bottleneck and even approach the realm of a saint.

But the eye of Heaven is everywhere, so he dared not act rashly and could only suppress his greed and secretly follow.

Sha Wujing carried Zhu Bajie to the Abyss of Darkness.

Black mist filled the abyss, the weak water surged, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

Looking at the dark water, Pigsy couldn't help but shiver: "Third Brother, this water... can it really untie my ropes?"

Sha Wujing said in a deep voice, "Second Brother, the Weak Water is dangerous, but it is also our only hope."

"Bear with it for a moment, and I'll throw you in now."

Having said that, he took a deep breath and threw Pigsy high into the Weak Water.

Bajie yelled loudly in the air, but his body landed precisely in the center of the Weak Water.

All I heard was a hissing sound.

With a sound, the golden rope touched the Weak Water and indeed began to melt away inch by inch.

Pigsy was overjoyed and struggled to climb ashore, but the rope had completely disappeared.

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, a streak of red light flashed out from the black mist, and Lu Ya appeared, staring coldly at Sha Wujing.

"Sha Wujing, do you know that the day the Journey to the West is completed will be the day you die and your cultivation dissipates?"

Lu Ya's voice was deep and mysterious.

Sha Wujing's heart skipped a beat, he gripped his staff tightly, and shouted, "Lu Ya, what do you mean?"

Lu Ya did not answer, but only sneered before his figure disappeared into the black mist.

Jiang Wang stood on the banks of the Liusha River. The yellow sand beneath his feet rolled gently in the breeze, creating delicate ripples, like the ripples of time slowly spreading out.

He squinted, his gaze piercing through the thin mist on the river's surface, fixed on the faintly shimmering light and shadows where the water met the sky in the distance.

The Flowing Sand River, a river that appears calm yet harbors deadly dangers, now seems to him like an unsolved chess game, with pieces scattered and players hidden, and he is about to step into this game.

Sixty years of secluded alchemy life have given Jiang Wang a calmer demeanor and diminished some of his former sharpness.

His robe was slightly yellowed, and the edges still carried a faint, bitter scent of herbs. The sleeves fluttered gently in the wind, revealing a shallow scar on his wrist, a mark left from his battle against the Chaos Bell many years ago.

Jiang Wang looked down at the scar, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

The Chaos Bell, a treasure that had been intertwined with him for half his life, has now reappeared in the Outer Heavens, causing a stir in the Three Realms. The Six Sages have all come out, and even old monsters like Zhen Yuanzi and the Styx Ancestor cannot hold back and rush to the Outer Heavens to compete for it.

But Jiang Wang had no interest in it whatsoever.

His goal was never that elusive treasure, but a far more profound scheme—the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner.

"With the six saints mobilized, control weakens; it's the perfect time."

Jiang Wang muttered to himself in a low voice, as if he were talking to the river.

With a flick of his finger, a faint wisp of light flew from his fingertip and fell into the Flowing Sand River, stirring up a barely perceptible ripple.

The next moment, his figure had vanished from the spot, as if he had never existed.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the Liusha River, Sha Wujing sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint golden light.

That golden light was not ordinary spiritual power, but a unique phenomenon that appeared when the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique reached its sixth revolution. It was as heavy as a mountain, yet as fluid as water.

Sha Wujing's face remained honest and simple, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, formed hand seals, and slowly circulated spiritual energy within his body, as if he were fighting against some kind of invisible pressure.

“Sha Wujing, your Nine Revolutions Profound Skill has become increasingly refined.”

A mocking voice came from the void, carrying a hint of frivolity, yet concealing a chilling pressure.

Sha Wujing opened his eyes and calmly looked at the distance in front of him.

Standing there was a man draped in a long, golden-red robe, wearing a feathered crown, with a hint of arrogance between his brows—it was none other than Lu Ya Dao Ren.

Sha Wujing slowly stood up, patted the sand off his body, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, you've arrived quickly."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

Lu Ya's arrival was by no means accidental.

Lu Ya smiled, and with a wave of his sleeve, the surrounding river water seemed to be separated by an invisible force, forming a dry, circular space.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Sha Wujing for a moment, and slowly said, "Your Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has reached the sixth revolution. If you take another step forward, you can prove your Dao by your own strength and become the strongest saint in the Three Realms."

"Unfortunately..." He paused, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, "The Dao Ancestor and the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao probably won't let you live to see that day."

Upon hearing this, Sha Wujing's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He had already guessed that although his Nine Revolutions Profound Skill was obtained by chance, it had become a thorn in his side.

The day the great calamity of Journey to the West ends will be the day he dies.

He was fully aware of this, but never mentioned it to outsiders.

Lu Ya's direct revelation now clearly indicates he has ulterior motives.

"Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, please speak frankly."

Sha Wujing's voice remained calm, but his eyes held a hint of inquiry.

Lu Ya laughed heartily, the golden feathers on his crest trembling slightly, reflecting the faint light from the riverbed and appearing particularly dazzling.

"That's great! Sha Wujing, I won't beat around the bush with you anymore."

"You teach me the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and I'll help you delay the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West, and even... after you become a saint, I'll spare your life, how about it?"

Sha Wujing remained silent for a moment, his gaze shifting across Lu Ya's face, as if weighing the truth of his words.

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Art is his greatest trump card; to teach it easily would be extremely risky.

But if he didn't pass on the message, how could he possibly find a glimmer of hope in this great calamity? After much deliberation, he finally nodded and said in a deep voice, "Alright, deal."

"But Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, a deal is a deal. If you go back on your word, I, Sha Wujing, am not someone to be trifled with."

A look of satisfaction flashed in Lu Ya's eyes, and he laughed, "Don't worry, this Daoist never goes back on his word."

Having said that, he swayed and transformed into a golden light, merging into the golden light surrounding Sha Wujing, and began to comprehend the mysteries of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

At the other end of the riverbed, Pigsy lay lazily on a huge coral reef, the surrounding waters blocked by the barriers he had set up, forming a dry cave.

He had a piece of seaweed he'd gotten from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, humming an off-key tune, but his eyes betrayed a hint of irritation.

Four years ago, he was punished by the Bodhisattva at the bottom of the Weak Water River and trapped here. He struggled to break free of his restraints.

But after breaking free, he lost interest in continuing his pilgrimage.

"Hmph, those bald monks, they're making me suffer in this wretched place, and they want me to keep doing hard labor? No way!"

Bajie muttered to himself, rolled over, and his plump body pressed down on the coral reef, making it creak and groan.

He closed his eyes, preparing to sleep for another ten or eight years, completely severing ties with this Journey to the West calamity.

Sha Wujing watched Pigsy's appearance from afar and chuckled to himself.

He had originally planned to delay the journey to the West in order to buy time to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill, but now Pigsy was deliberately "dawdling."
That suited him perfectly.

So he slowly walked over and pretended to advise, "Second Brother, Master is still waiting for us. It's not good for you to be so passive and slack off."

Bajie opened one eye, glanced at Sha Wujing, and said irritably, "Old Sha, don't give me that! With Master's temperament, he wouldn't even cry out in pain if he were struck by lightning, why would we need to worry about him? If you're really in a hurry, go save him yourself, I'm not going to accompany you!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

Sha Wujing's lips twitched slightly, but he was secretly overjoyed.

He stopped trying to persuade him and simply sat down cross-legged, continuing his cultivation by drawing on the spiritual energy at the bottom of the river, thus indirectly delaying the progress of the Journey to the West.

The waters of the Flowing Sand River flowed slowly, and time seemed to stand still at that moment. Only the golden light surrounding Sha Wujing continued to circulate slowly.

Meanwhile, far away in the desolate mountains, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged under a withered tree, his robes tattered, but his face held an unusual calm.

A month ago, he was struck by lightning and lost all his cultivation, falling from the late stage of Golden Immortal to the mortal realm. To outsiders, this was undoubtedly a catastrophe.

However, Tang Sanzang did not take it seriously, but instead regarded it as a test from heaven for him.

He sat cross-legged under the withered tree, closed his eyes and concentrated. Although the spiritual energy in his body was weak, it was slowly recovering, as if the withered tree had come back to life, carrying a trace of vitality.

Beside Tang Sanzang, the white dragon horse transformed into human form, leaning against a boulder, looking at his master with a complex expression.

The White Dragon Horse was born into the Dragon Clan and possessed extremely high talent, but due to its undisciplined nature, it only cultivated to the early stage of the Golden Immortal realm after thousands of years.

Seeing that Tang Sanzang showed signs of retraining in such a short time, I felt both admiration and awe.

“Master, your character is truly extraordinary.”

The white dragon horse couldn't help but speak, its tone tinged with sarcasm, "Anyone else would probably have already collapsed."

Tang Sanzang opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and his eyes showed determination: "Heaven has given me trials, there must be a profound reason."

The path to reconstruction is nothing more than walking the old path again.

"Within three years, I will definitely be able to return to the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm."

The white dragon horse was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Three years? Master, you've got quite the nerve!"

He shook his head, but secretly admired him.

Tang Sanzang's resilience far exceeded his expectations.

Just then, a long, resonant bell rang from beyond the heavens, shaking the three realms.

The voice was ancient and profound, as if it came from the beginning of chaos, carrying a power that made people's hearts tremble.

Tang Sanzang and the white dragon horse both looked up at the sky.

"Is it... the Chaos Bell?"

The white dragon horse frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in its eyes.

Tang Sanzang slowly rose, his gaze profound: "With the appearance of this supreme treasure, the Three Realms will surely be thrown into chaos."

My disciples have not yet returned; this journey is likely to be even more perilous.

The sound of the bell from the outer heavens not only alarmed Tang Sanzang and his disciples, but also stirred up various forces in the Three Realms.

Guanyin of the South Sea, seated on a lotus throne, changed color upon hearing the sound and transformed into a golden ray of light, shooting straight into the sky.

The Six Saints, Zhen Yuanzi, Styx Ancestor, and others also set off, each with their own thoughts, to compete for the legendary treasure.

Inside the demon camp, Kunpeng sat cross-legged on a huge black rock, surrounded by demonic energy. Dozens of demon experts held their breath, awaiting his command.

Kunpeng frowned as he listened to the distant bell tolling, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "What is Lu Ya up to now? Isn't it chaotic enough already?"

A demon general beside him whispered, "Ancestor, the bell sound did not come from Lu Ya; it seems to be coming from the depths of the Outer Heavens."

Kunpeng was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He did some quick calculations with his fingers, and his expression changed slightly: "The Chaos Bell... it has actually appeared in the world?"

He snorted coldly, stood up and said, "Let's postpone the attack on the Heavenly Court until I find out the situation."

That Lu Ya is indeed unreliable!

At this moment, Lu Ya had already transformed into a golden-red ray of light and was rushing towards the source of the bell.

He was deeply shocked—the Chaos Bell, which disappeared after Jiang Wang's death, why has it suddenly reappeared? Could it be…? A bold guess surfaced in his mind, but he dared not think too deeply about it.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wang had already silently infiltrated the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array within the Liusha River. (End of Chapter)