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

Wukong sneered and picked up the "girl".

He shook it and scolded, "Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed! My old Sun's supernatural powers work on you, so why wouldn't they work on my master?"

As he spoke, he transformed Pigsy back into his original form. Pigsy rubbed his bottom and muttered something, not daring to utter another sound.

Just then, the golden tiger suddenly let out a low roar, its voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Wukong's fiery eyes swept across the tiger's face and he suddenly noticed a faint halo around it.

A thought struck him, and he stepped forward, reaching out to tear a mask as thin as a cicada's wing off the tiger's face.

The mask felt incredibly light in my hand, gleaming with a faint golden light, and subtly exuding a Buddhist aura.

As soon as the mask was removed, something strange happened.

The golden tiger shuddered, its fur scattering like golden light, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a human figure—Tang Sanzang! He wore a cassock, his face was gaunt, and his eyes held a hint of confusion. He slowly stood up and whispered, "Wukong...where is this?"

Everyone was shocked.

Ananda and Kasyapa exchanged a glance, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

Kasyapa said in a deep voice, "According to the Heavenly Eye, this is the true form of Jin Chanzi! That mask... can actually change the form of both the physical body and the soul at the same time. Such a magical treasure is extremely rare in the world!"

His voice was tinged with excitement, and his eyes were fixed on the mask in Wukong's hand.

Wukong looked down at the mask, a hint of wariness flashing in his fiery eyes.

He snorted coldly, gripped the mask in his hand, and said indifferently, "This thing is quite strange. I, Old Sun, will keep it for now and study it slowly."

After saying that, he was about to put the mask into his pocket.

Ananda stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said sincerely, "Sun Wukong, this mask is a magic treasure bestowed by the Buddha to test your devotion to the Buddha."

Now that Tang Sanzang has regained his true form, this item should be returned to Buddhism.

His eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of barely perceptible greed.

Wukong, being so shrewd, saw through Ananda's thoughts at a glance and sneered, "Old monk, don't try to intimidate me with the Buddha's name! I'm the one who took off this mask, why should I give it to you?"

He gripped the mask tighter, a cold glint flashing in his sharp eyes.

Upon seeing this, Kasyapa's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Sun Wukong, do not forget the golden headband of Guanyin Bodhisattva! If you insist on not returning it, I fear great calamity will ensue!"

His tone carried a hint of threat, and a faint aura of Buddha seemed to emanate from behind him.

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang sighed softly and advised, "Wukong, since this item belongs to the Buddhist sect, let's return it to them."

On the journey to the West, one must not lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains.

His voice was gentle, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Wukong gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Ananda and Kasyapa, and finally reluctantly threw the mask over.

Ananda took the mask, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes. He exchanged a glance with Kasyapa, then quickly turned around and transformed into two golden beams of light, disappearing into the depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

However, things didn't end there.

Just as Ananda and Kasyapa had fled less than a hundred feet away, a loud bang suddenly came from the sky, and a huge hand that blotted out the sun descended from the sky with unparalleled power, slamming down hard! There were two screams, and Ananda and Kasyapa's golden bodies shattered instantly, and their souls turned into green smoke and dissipated.

The mask slipped from Ananda's hand and was caught steadily by a slender hand.

Everyone looked up and saw Jiang Wang slowly walking out from the foot of Mount Tai.

His robes fluttered in the wind, a mocking smile played on his lips, and the mask in his hand gleamed with a faint golden light.

He looked down at the mask and said calmly, "Celebrity masks, they really are good stuff."

Ananda and Kasyapa, their greed was insatiable; they deserved their fate.

Having said that, he flicked his finger, and a stream of Three Lights Divine Water flew from his fingertip, sprinkling onto his hand as if cleansing some filth.

As the divine water landed, the vegetation at the foot of Mount Tai grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Vines meandered like snakes, and trees rose from the ground, blocking out the sky.

From afar, a furious roar echoed as Huang Feihu leaped out from the mountains, golden whip in hand, and shouted, "Who dares disturb my peaceful cultivation?!"

Jiang Wang looked up, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and murmured, "Interesting, this is just the beginning."

Jiang Wang stood on a desolate hillside, the wind swirling fine dust that brushed against his plain white robes, creating a soft rustling sound.

Below the hillside, there was a patch of orchids that had been nurtured with the Three Lights Divine Water. Their fragrance permeated the air, and their petals were as clear as jade, shimmering with a faint ethereal light in the sunlight.

Jiang Wang lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the sea of ​​flowers, but there was no trace of appreciation in his eyes.

He raised his hand, flipped his palm, and an invisible force swept across like the wind, uprooting the orchids and turning them into dust, which scattered in the wind.

Before the luster of the Three Lights Divine Water had completely dissipated, he casually waved it away, and specks of golden light fell like stars, dissolving into the air.

Not far away, Huang Feihu, clad in golden armor and wielding a long spear, his eyes blazing, changed his expression upon seeing this scene.

He strode forward, his boots trembling slightly as he shouted angrily, "Jiang Wang! What do you mean by this? The Three Lights Divine Water is a treasure of heaven and earth, and the orchid is a spiritual object. How can you waste it like this!"

His voice trembled slightly, a mixture of anger and bewilderment, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang slowly turned around, his gaze calm as still water, and fell upon Huang Feihu.

A slight smile played on his lips, his tone mocking: "Wasting it? General Huang, do you know whether the Three Lights Divine Water that saves one orchid can compare to saving the lives of millions of humans? You keep saying you're lamenting the loss of this precious treasure of heaven and earth, but why don't you look at how many humans have suffered because of your anti-Shang actions? Could it be that your personal love surpasses humanity's greater love?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu was struck dumb. His hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and his anger intensified, yet was mixed with a complex emotion.

He gritted his teeth, his voice low and menacing: "Jiang Wang, stop your sweet talk! I rebelled against the Shang Dynasty to avenge my family and rid the world of a tyrant! Yet you spout nonsense here. What are your true intentions?"

Jiang Wang did not answer immediately, but simply looked at Huang Feihu quietly, his gaze as deep as a pool, seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

He took a slow step forward, his robes swaying gently in the wind. His tone remained calm, yet carried an invisible pressure: "Family feud? General Huang, do you still remember why you rebelled against the Shang?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu's expression stiffened, and the painful memories of the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Many years ago, he was King Wucheng of the Shang Dynasty, holding a high position and great power, and was loyal and devoted to protecting King Zhou's kingdom.

However, after Daji entered the palace, she bewitched and seduced the king, who became increasingly incompetent.

His wife, Lady Jia, was driven to the Star-Picking Tower by Daji's revenge, where she jumped to her death.

The younger sister, Consort Huang, was indignant and went to the palace to question him, but was thrown to her death in front of the palace by King Zhou.

On that day, Huang Feihu stood outside the court, hearing the tragic scene of his loved ones being killed on the spot, and seeing King Zhou's indifferent smile.

His heart was breaking, and he finally made up his mind to lead his family to join Xiqi, vowing to overthrow the tyrant and avenge his family.

But now, Jiang Wang's words pierced his heart like a knife.

His rebellion against the Shang dynasty was partly due to family feuds, but it was also because King Zhou was tyrannical and brought chaos to the human race.

However, he never expected that this move would be used by the Heavenly Court as a conspiracy against the human race.

Upon realizing this, Huang Feihu's heart skipped a beat, his knuckles gripping the gun turned white, and his voice was low and hoarse: "You... how do you know all this?" Jiang Wang did not answer, but only smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of unfathomable meaning.

He raised his hand and flicked his finger lightly. An invisible force swept across, and Huang Feihu felt a tremendous force rushing towards him. His spear flew out of his hand and was deeply embedded in the ground.

Before he could react, Jiang Wang had already closed in, pressing down on him with one hand until he was completely immobilized.

Huang Feihu was terrified. In his struggle, he found that his spiritual power was imprisoned and he could not budge Jiang Wang in the slightest.

He stared wide-eyed at the seemingly young man before him, his voice tinged with surprise and doubt: "Who exactly are you? How do you possess such cultivation?"

Jiang Wang released his grip, took a step back, and stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze still calm: "General Huang, you ask me who I am, but why don't you first ask yourself, do you belong to the human race or the Heavenly Court?"

These words struck Huang Feihu like a thunderbolt, causing him to shudder and a hint of confusion to flash in his eyes.

He was born of the human race, and the name of King Wucheng resounded throughout the Shang Dynasty. However, after rebelling against the Shang, joining Xiqi, and being included in the Investiture of the Gods, his fate became closely intertwined with that of the Heavenly Court.

He once thought he was fighting for the greater good of humanity, but now, Jiang Wang's words were like a sharp blade, cutting open the struggle in his heart.

"How...how do you know about the Investiture of the Gods?"

Huang Feihu's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes showed both vigilance and anticipation.

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, his gaze profound: "General Huang, have you ever regretted rebelling against the Shang? Have you ever felt sorrow for the decline of your race?"

Huang Feihu fell silent.

His gaze was lowered, as if he were recalling the past.

At the beginning of his rebellion against the Shang dynasty, he was full of passion and only wanted to avenge his family and rid the human race of tyranny.

But now, the Shang Dynasty has fallen, and although Xiqi has won, it has not brought true prosperity to the human race.

The Heavenly Court's chess game and the constraints of the Investiture of the Gods made him gradually realize that he might just be a pawn on the chessboard.

He raised his head, a hint of sorrow in his eyes: "I...I do regret it."

If I hadn't opposed the Shang dynasty, the human race might not have declined to such an extent.

But now, I'm on the Investiture of the Gods list, and I have no control over my own destiny.

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Jiang Wang's eyes, but his tone remained calm: "If I can help you remove your name from the Investiture of the Gods list, are you willing to hand over the Book of Man?"

Huang Feihu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with intense light: "You...you can erase the name from the Investiture of the Gods?"

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and asked urgently, "Where is Yin Shou? I want to kill him with my own hands to avenge my sister-in-law!"

Jiang Wang shook his head slightly and sighed, "Yin Shou has already become a Quasi-Saint; you cannot kill him."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Huang Feihu's hope.

His figure swayed, his eyes filled with despair: "Quasi-Saint...Quasi-Saint..."

He muttered to himself, seemingly unable to accept this fact.

The former King Zhou, now Yin Shou, has reached such a level, yet he remains bound by the Investiture of the Gods, with no chance of ever rising again.

Seeing this, Jiang Wang spoke with a hint of coaxing: "General Huang, the Book of Man is in your hands; it is a treasure of the human race."

If you hand over the Book of Man, I will help you remove your name from the Investiture of the Gods and regain your freedom.

Would you be willing?

Huang Feihu remained silent for a long time, the struggle in his eyes growing stronger.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, took out an ancient scroll from his bosom, which faintly shimmered with golden light and exuded a strong aura of humanity.

He handed the book to Jiang Wang, his voice low: "If you can really do it, I'm willing to give it a try."

Jiang Wang took the book, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He flipped his palm, and the book transformed into a golden light, entering his body.

In an instant, his spiritual power surged, and a mysterious power of creation rose from the bottom of his heart, as if countless insights were flooding into his mind.

He closed his eyes, quietly contemplating the moment. After a while, when he opened his eyes, a profound light shone within them.

A system notification sounded in his mind: "Hidden quest completed. You have obtained the Creation Law Comprehension Method and one experience point lottery chance."

With a thought, Jiang Wang took out the Kongtong Seal.

As soon as the seal appeared, the world was suddenly filled with wind and clouds. Seven golden dragons flew out of the seal, circling in the sky and emitting a dragon roar that shook the three realms.

The primordial earth trembled, mountains rose higher, rivers lengthened, and deserts turned into oases. The entire Three Realms sensed the changes in heaven and earth at this moment.

Jiang Wang's gaze narrowed slightly, and the power of the Book of Humanity flowed in his hand. He shouted in a low voice, "Huang Feihu, confer the title of King of Humanity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light shot out from the book and entered Huang Feihu's brow.

His body trembled, and the names on the Investiture of the Gods quietly disappeared, replaced by a vast and powerful force of humanity.

Huang Feihu stood there, stunned, feeling the power surging within him. His eyes held both shock and complex emotions.

Jiang Wang put away the Kongtong Seal, glanced at Huang Feihu, and said calmly, "From now on, you are a king, and you should seek happiness for the human race."

Huang Feihu remained silent for a moment, then finally bowed deeply: "Thank you... Mr. Jiang."

His voice carried a sense of relief, as well as a renewed hope.

Jiang Wang said nothing more, turned and left, his robes fluttering in the wind, gradually disappearing into the distance, leaving behind only a newly reborn world.

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun sat upon the Chaos Green Lotus, surrounded by an invisible Daoist aura, like the first wisp of pure energy at the beginning of the world.

His gaze was profound, seemingly able to pierce through the mysteries of the three thousand worlds and reach the primordial land.

The palace was silent and empty, except for the Jade Disc of Creation floating in mid-air, emitting a faint yet mysterious light.

Although this half of the spiritual treasure is incomplete, it still carries some traces of the Three Thousand Great Daos. It once helped Hongjun comprehend the Three Corpses Law and attain the Dao.

Now, as his fingers gently brushed across the jade disc, his gaze grew increasingly cold.

"The human race has risen too quickly."

Hongjun's voice was deep, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were declaring to the endless void, "Jiang Wang is indeed an excessive variable."

He did some quick calculations and frowned slightly. "Twenty-eight years. In just twenty-eight years, the primordial world's power structure may completely spiral out of control because of him, and the situation will be difficult to resolve."

After merging with the Dao, Hongjun's strength far surpassed that of the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao, and he could even contend with the will of the Heavenly Dao. However, he knew that Jiang Wang's existence was like an uncontrollable pawn, disrupting his plans for the prehistoric world.

He looked down at the Jade Disc of Creation, a resolute glint in his eyes.

The jade disc trembled slightly, and the three chaotic energies sealed within it stirred restlessly. (End of Chapter)