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

This formation was personally set up by Fuxi, and it is incredibly mysterious. The space within the formation is distorted and the spiritual energy is chaotic. If one is not careful, one's divine power will dissipate and one will be reduced to a mortal.

Jiang Wang remained unfazed. With a flicker of his body, he vanished into nothingness, unleashing the "Standing Without Shadow" technique.

The technique is perfectly integrated into the formation.

Inside the formation, the space rippled like water. Jiang Wang closed his eyes and sensed the surroundings, as blurry images appeared in his mind.

He did not come for the Chaos Bell, but coveted the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner.

The Six Saints were currently distracted by the Chaos Bell, making it the perfect opportunity for him to seize the treasure.

Jiang Wang's spiritual sense roamed within the array, carefully examining every spatial change.

Suddenly, a faint fluctuation entered his senses, as if someone had noticed his presence.

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately concealed his aura, disappearing into the deeper void.

In the distance, Fuxi, the mastermind behind the formation, sat cross-legged at the formation's core, his brows slightly furrowed, muttering, "Strange...it seems someone just tried to break into the formation?"

He tried to calculate with his fingers, but came up with nothing and had to shake his head and give up.

Seven days later, in the demon camp, Kunpeng finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Holding the Hetu and Luoshu, he led the demon race experts out of the Zhou Tian Star Array and headed straight for the Heavenly Court.

Their goal was clear—to seize the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip, destroy the Peach Tree, capture the Queen Mother, slaughter the immortals and gods, and avenge the destruction of the Demon Kingdom! Jiang Wang stood on the banks of the Flowing Sand River, gazing towards the Heavenly Court, a slight smile playing on his lips: "The show... has only just begun."

Jiang Wang's figure appeared and disappeared in the endless void, like a wisp of smoke, silently traversing the gap between heaven and earth.

His aura was deliberately suppressed, so low that even a gentle breeze seemed unwilling to disturb him. Only his deep eyes flashed with a cold light, like stars silently streaking across the night sky.

His goal was clear and definite—the Taiji Diagram, that innate treasure that has carried the Yin and Yang energies since the beginning of time, was now suspended in the center of the formation of the nine Quasi-Saints, radiating a gentle yet vast brilliance.

The nine Quasi-Saints sat cross-legged, their breaths deep and long. Their magical power intertwined to form an invisible barrier, protecting the Taiji diagram in the center.

Jiang Wang concealed himself within the folds of the void, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each Quasi-Saint like a knife—Taishang Laojun's expression was indifferent, yet a hint of weariness was faintly visible between his brows; Tathagata Buddha's countenance was solemn, his prayer beads slowly turning in his hand; Haotian Shangdi's aura was majestic, the beaded curtain on his imperial crown swaying slightly, as if sensing the subtle fluctuations around him.

Jiang Wang sneered inwardly. These high and mighty beings were completely unaware that their fates had been quietly rewritten by him.

He took a deep breath, his magical power surging like a river, instantly activating the "Spatial Exile" ability granted by the system.

Supernatural powers.

This supernatural ability was obtained from the system at great expense; it could forcibly move a target to a chaotic space, a truly heaven-defying technique.

Jiang Wang formed hand seals, and countless fine cracks suddenly appeared in the void, like shattered glass. The cracks spread rapidly, turning into an invisible net that enveloped the nine Quasi-Saints along with their formation.

"go with!"

Jiang Wang let out a low shout, and before the sound had even faded, the cracks suddenly closed, and the nine figures, along with their auras, vanished instantly, as if they had never existed.

The Tai Chi diagram hangs in mid-air, having lost its owner's guidance. The yin and yang fish on the diagram tremble slightly, as if about to break through the air and escape.

Jiang Wang had anticipated this, and with a wave of his hand, the power of space coiled around him like chains, tightly imprisoning the Taiji diagram.

The image struggled a few times, emitting a low buzzing sound, but because it was uncontrolled, it ultimately could not break free.

Jiang Wang flashed and appeared in front of the Taiji Diagram, observing this treasure up close.

The Tai Chi diagram is no more than three feet square, and its entire body radiates a blend of black and white light. The yin and yang fish on the diagram rotate slowly, as if carrying the chaotic energy of the beginning of heaven and earth.

He reached out and tried to probe with his divine sense, but felt a tremendous resistance, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking his way.

Jiang Wang frowned slightly and immediately activated the system: "How many experience points are needed to refine the Taiji Diagram?"

The system's voice rang in his mind, cold and clear: "Refining the innate treasure Taiji Diagram requires 500 million experience points."

The host's current experience points: 488 million, 12 short.

Jiang Wang's heart sank. 488 million experience points were all the wealth he had accumulated over the years, and he was still 12 short of his goal! He looked up into the distance and vaguely sensed powerful auras approaching from beyond the heavens. They were the auras of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors who had sensed the disturbance and rushed over.

He had no time to hesitate; if the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors caught up with him, the Taiji Diagram would inevitably be lost.

"Teleport back to the Hidden Realm!"

Jiang Wang decisively gave the order, and with a flash of system light, his figure disappeared along with the Taiji diagram, and the next moment he appeared in the hidden realm.

The Hidden Realm is a secret space he has cultivated for many years, surrounded by numerous restrictions, making it difficult even for saints to see into.

He sat down cross-legged, his gaze focused, and quickly opened the system interface: "Use the Super Lottery Chance!"

The Super Lottery is his last trump card, requiring a huge amount of luck to exchange for an astronomical number of experience points.

Jiang Wang felt a slight pain in his heart. Luck is the foundation for cultivators to defy fate and change their destiny. Every bit of it consumed is a bit less, but he had no other choice.

The system flashed, and a golden beam of light descended from the void, transforming into countless streams of light that flowed into Jiang Wang's body.

"Ding! Super lottery completed, gained 4272 million experience points! Current total experience points: 4760 million!"

The system's voice relieved Jiang Wang.

He immediately ordered: "Consume 500 million experience points to refine the Tai Chi Diagram!"

In an instant, a vast sea of ​​light emerged in Jiang Wang's sea of ​​consciousness, and the power of the system transformed into countless fine threads that drilled into the Taiji diagram.

The Tai Chi symbol trembled violently, and the yin and yang fish on the surface rotated faster, as if resisting this external force.

Jiang Wang closed his eyes and concentrated, fully activating the magic power support system. As time passed, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Finally, with a deep rumble, the light of the Tai Chi diagram gradually softened, transforming into a stream of light that entered Jiang Wang's brow.

He opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashing in them.

The Tai Chi diagram was now completely under his control, and the power of Yin and Yang contained within it made him feel as if his own magical power had improved even further.

However, before he could fully comprehend it, a furious roar came from the direction of the distant outer heavens.

In the heavens beyond, Li Er sat cross-legged beside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, refining a batch of immortal pills.

Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his heart, as if sensing something. He abruptly opened his eyes, waved his whisk, and the flames in the Eight Trigrams Furnace went out abruptly.

He did some quick calculations, his expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his Taoist robe red.

"The Tai Chi diagram... it was actually stolen!"

Li Er's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He suppressed his anger, rose and stepped into the void, speeding towards the Three Realms, while secretly calculating: "Since the Taiji Diagram is lost, only by reclaiming the Chaos Bell can this loss be made up for!"

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Court of the Three Realms has fallen into chaos. The Jade Emperor descended to the mortal realm with a million heavenly soldiers to quell the rebellion, leaving the Heavenly Court's defenses weak and only a few powerful figures remaining to guard it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the demon race gathered dozens of experts and launched a fierce attack on the Heavenly Court.

Kunpeng took the lead, wielding the Witch-Slaying Sword, its blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the Peach Garden.

Inside the peach orchard, ethereal mist swirls, and the 3600 peach trees are lush and verdant, each peach emitting an enticing fragrance.

The celestial official guarding the area was only at the Golden Immortal level, and was utterly no match for Kunpeng, a peak Quasi-Saint.

Kunpeng sneered and swung the Witch-Slaying Sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow, instantly killing dozens of celestial officials.

Without pausing, his sword flashed, and peach trees fell one by one, their branches breaking, their fruits rolling away and turning into dust.

"The foundation of the Heavenly Court will be destroyed by my own hands today!"

A ferocious glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes. He trembled the Witch-Slaying Sword in his hand, and the sword energy turned into raging flames, setting the entire Peach Garden ablaze.

Flames soared into the sky, turning the fairy garden into a sea of ​​fire. All 3600 peach trees were burned to ashes, leaving only scorched earth.

Kunpeng took out a few more drops of demonic liquid and sprinkled them on the ground. Under the erosion of demonic energy, even the Three Lights Divine Water could not restore the vitality of this place.

He laughed loudly, then flashed and charged towards the Temple of Gods.

Inside the Investiture of the Gods Hall, Haotian's evil corpse clone, wielding the Haotian Mirror, faces off alone against the Ten Golden Immortals of the Demon Clan.

Although the evil corpse clone possessed the cultivation of a quasi-saint, it still seemed overwhelmed when faced with the combined attack of the ten Golden Immortals.

The Investiture of the Gods hangs inside the hall, emitting a faint golden light, seemingly protecting itself, but also attracting the greedy gaze of the demon race.

The ten Luo Jinxian unleashed their supernatural powers, with swords flashing and magical treasures flying everywhere. The restrictions around the Fengshen Palace were constantly being broken, and the battle reached a stalemate.

Just then, Kunpeng arrived, wielding the Slaughtering Witch Sword, its sword energy directly targeting the evil corpse clone.

The evil corpse clone's expression darkened, and the Haotian Mirror shone brightly, blocking the attack. However, this also exposed an opening, allowing a demon god to take advantage of the situation and launch a sneak attack, severely injuring its shoulder.

The demon race's morale soared, and they were about to break through the Fengshen Palace in one fell swoop when they heard a grand celestial sound coming from afar. The True Martial Emperor led the experts left behind by the Heavenly Court to arrive.

The True Martial Emperor, clad in the Xuanwu Armor and wielding the True Martial Sword, was followed by several Heavenly Immortals, his imposing aura overwhelming.

Upon seeing this, the demon experts' expressions changed slightly. Kunpeng snorted coldly, drew his sword, and charged forward, engaging the True Martial Emperor in a fierce battle.

The two sides exchanged blows, and as their magical powers clashed, the void surrounding the Temple of Gods continuously cracked, making the battle increasingly stalemate.

Meanwhile, within that chaotic space, the nine Quasi-Saints gradually awoke from their unconsciousness.

They opened their eyes to a distorted void, with spatial turbulence whistling past like blades, and in the distance, a black hole-like wormhole devouring all light.

Laozi frowned, and after calculating with his fingers, he found that the laws of this place were in chaos, and he could not find any clues at all.

The Buddha chanted a Buddhist mantra, attempting to survey his surroundings with his Buddha-light, but it was torn apart by the turbulent currents.

The Jade Emperor said in a deep voice, "This place does not belong to the Three Realms. It seems to be some chaotic space. Why are we here?"

The group looked at each other, all puzzled.

Just then, a figure emerged from the wormhole in the distance; it was none other than Patriarch Bodhi.

His face was haggard and his breath weak, but he wore a cold smile: "Gentlemen, there's no need to doubt. We were all tricked by Jiang Wang! He used his supernatural powers to exile us here!"

"Jiang Wang?"

The nine Quasi-Saints were all shocked, and the mysterious figure appeared in their minds.

Laozi suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed in surprise, "The Taiji Diagram! Jiang Wang must have stolen the Taiji Diagram!"

Yuan Daoren's face turned ashen. He looked down and saw that the Pangu Banner at his waist was also gone. He roared, "Jiang Wang! You even stole my Pangu Banner!"

Combining the previous anomalies in the Three Realms—the postponement of the Journey to the West, the activation of the Xuanyuan Sword, and the demon race's surprise attack on the Heavenly Court—everyone finally realized that Jiang Wang was behind all of this.

They were furious, but there was nothing they could do.

Laozi said in a deep voice, "We cannot stay here any longer. Everyone, join forces and help me break through space with the Pangu Banner!"

Yuan Daoren smiled bitterly: "Laojun, my Pangu Banner has been stolen by Jiang Wang. How can I break through the void?"

The nine Quasi-Saints looked at each other, their hearts filled with icy coldness.

They were trapped in a chaotic space, having lost all their magical artifacts, while Jiang Wang was secretly manipulating everything, and the situation was completely out of control.

In the hidden realm, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, surrounded by three supreme treasures: the Taiji Diagram, the Chaos Bell, and the Pangu Banner, emanating a vast aura.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, and the system's voice sounded again in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Congratulations, host, for collecting the three great innate treasures and completing hidden mission number twenty. Reward: ten Great Dao Merits and one chance to draw experience points! Great Dao Merits can be converted into luck or to enhance your talent. Do you wish to use them immediately?"

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged in a secluded valley in the Hidden Realm. The surrounding area was filled with spiritual energy, with babbling streams and the mountain mist as soft as a veil, enveloping the verdant forest.

The flow of time in the hidden realm is completely different from that in the outside world. Three years outside is sixty years here. Time seems to be stretched out here, so slow that people almost forget the passage of time.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, the radiance of the Great Dao merit within him shimmering like stars, warm and vast, seemingly capable of encompassing all things.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he brought up the familiar yet mysterious system interface, his gaze landing on "Talent Enhancement".

With "Qi circulation and transformation"

Both items.

The system message reads: "Cold as water: You can consume Great Dao Merit to enhance your talents or convert them into Luck. 1 Yuan of Merit can be exchanged for 2 portions of Luck."

Jiang Wang's heart stirred slightly. There was almost no other way to improve one's talent in the prehistoric world. Although luck was precious, it could be accumulated through other means.

After a moment's thought, he decided to prioritize enhancing his talent "Dual Casting".

This talent allows him to unleash two divine abilities in an instant, doubling their power. If he can advance further, its value is self-evident.

He took a deep breath and said with concentration, "Consuming 7 Yuan of Great Dao Merit, I will enhance the dual casting to quadruple casting."

A flash of light appeared in the system, and Jiang Wang felt as if thunder had exploded in his mind. A profound power surged from the depths of his consciousness, like a torrent washing over his soul.

His consciousness seemed to be pulled into a chaotic void, and four illusory figures separated from his body, looking exactly like him, but carrying a touch of ethereal immortality.

With a thought, he unleashed the Three Pure Ones Clone Technique. Originally, he could only summon three clones at a time, but now twelve Three Pure Ones clones emerged from his body. Each clone possessed eighty percent of his combat power, exuding a vast aura, with the faint echoes of the Great Dao resonating within them.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. Twelve clones surrounded him, like stars around the moon. He thought to himself, "Once this technique is mastered, who below the level of a sage can rival me?"

He rose and strolled through the valley, the stream reflecting the sunlight, its surface shimmering. (End of Chapter)