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

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's gaze turned cold.

He knew that the power of the cursed demon god's laws needed to be triggered by specific conditions, such as name, age, and height.

It appears random, but it actually contains hidden patterns.

He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Let's split up and search for the demon god's whereabouts."

I have my own ways to force him to show himself.

Everyone nodded and dispersed, while Jiang Wang stood in the sky above Fusang Continent, his eyes like torches, scanning all directions.

A firm belief ignited in his heart: no matter how cunning the demon god was, he would never allow it to run rampant on the land of humans.

Jiang Wang stood on the desolate plains of the human realm, the wind howling, carrying a chilling aura.

His gaze was calm and profound, sweeping across the sky where dark clouds pressed low, as if trying to see through the entire world.

The shadow of the curse has enveloped the entire human race. An invisible, sweet, and pungent smell permeates the air—the smell of countless lives reduced to withered bones by the cursed demon god.

Jiang Wang frowned slightly, and the Qingxiao Sword he gripped tightly trembled slightly, as if responding to the anxiety in his heart.

The crisis facing humanity is growing ever more severe.

Since the cursed demon god unleashed his curse in secret, millions of lives have perished in just a few months.

Jiang Wang could clearly sense that the strange curse law between heaven and earth was constantly strengthening, as if an invisible hand was plucking the strings of fate. With each pluck, countless human lives were extinguished like candles in the wind.

Initially, the cursed demon required six keywords to accurately kill, and even then, it only killed a thousand people per minute.

But now, the efficiency of the curse has skyrocketed, with the number of keywords reduced to five, and tens of thousands of lives are taken away by an invisible force every minute.

Human cities, villages, and even wandering souls in the wilderness were all reduced to ashes in this indiscriminate curse.

Jiang Wang felt a heavy weight in his heart. If they could not find any trace of the cursed demon god, the human race might face annihilation.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

The wind blew through his long robe, the hem fluttering as if the heavens and earth were whispering, telling some unknown secret.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, and the anxious faces of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors appeared in his mind.

In recent days, they have traversed almost the entire Three Realms, from every inch of the human world to the nine heavenly palaces of the celestial court, and even to the depths of the Yellow Springs in the underworld, searching everywhere, yet they have not even touched the shadow of the cursed demon god.

Fuxi exhausted all his energy, using the Eight Trigrams to deduce the enemy's whereabouts, but the cursed demon god was an incarnation of the Great Dao, its existence chaotic and traceless, even the Dao of the Eight Trigrams was powerless against it.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a resolute look in them. Continuing this aimless search would be futile.

"system,"

Jiang Wang called out in a low voice, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority, "Is there a way to locate the cursed demon god?"

In his mind, the system's voice remained as cold and mechanical as ever: "The Cursed Demon God is an incarnation of the Great Dao, hidden in the chaos, and cannot be detected by conventional means."

The only feasible method is to sense the fluctuations of the curse law triggered when it was used to kill, in order to trace its hiding place.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow slightly.

A fluctuation of the laws of curses? In the Three Realms, there are very few who can master this path.

Countless figures flashed through his mind, but finally settled on one name—Lu Ya.

Lu Ya Dao Ren, the king of the demon race, is proficient in many great Daos, including the Law of Curses.

If we can find Lu Ya, perhaps we can use his power to break this unsolvable predicament.

“Lu Ya…”

Jiang Wang muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

He had heard that Lu Ya had already fled to the Outer Heavens to avoid the conflicts of the Three Realms after seizing the Chaos Bell.

The Outer Heavens is a chaotic and undeveloped land, where space is shattered and laws are disordered, making it difficult even for saints to stay for long.

With a thought, Jiang Wang activated his four spellcasting talents, splitting his primordial spirit into twelve, which became twelve clones of the Three Pure Ones. Each clone was identical to his original body, with an aura as vast as the starry sea, radiating a terrifying pressure.

"go with!"

With a soft shout, Jiang Wang sent twelve clones into streaks of light, rushing towards the Outer Heaven.

His main body sat cross-legged, eyes closed, concentrating, his primordial spirit connected with his clone, sharing vision and perception.

The scene of the Outer Heaven entered Jiang Wang's mind through his clone. It was a chaotic and disordered void, with spatial cracks crisscrossing like a spider web. Occasionally, purple lightning would flash across, tearing through the void and emitting deafening roars.

Jiang Wang's clones darted through the area like shooting stars, conducting a thorough search of every corner where Lu Ya might be hiding.

Meanwhile, in the Jade Purity Realm of the Outer Heavens, Lu Ya was sitting cross-legged under a towering ancient tree.

Before him, the Chaos Bell floated, emitting a faint blue light. The chaotic patterns engraved on the bell slowly flowed, as if telling the secrets of the beginning of heaven and earth.

Lu Ya's face showed some fatigue, but he could not hide the obsession in his eyes with the Chaos Bell.

This innate treasure contains the origin of the Great Dao. If he can completely refine it, he can take another step forward and glimpse the legendary Chaos Realm.

Just as he was immersed in the mysteries of refining the Chaos Bell, a strange fragrance wafted from afar.

Lu Ya was slightly taken aback, his nostrils twitching slightly. The fragrance was delicate and lingering, as if it could stir up some kind of tremor deep in his soul.

He got up and walked in the direction of the fragrance, his gaze gradually drawn to a hibiscus sapling.

The sapling was no more than three feet tall, entirely crimson, with a faint golden light flowing between its branches and leaves, exuding a warm and ancient aura.

A hint of joy flashed in Lu Ya's eyes. The Fusang Tree was a spiritual root of heaven and earth and a sacred object of the demon race. If he could obtain it, it would greatly benefit his cultivation.

He approached step by step, reaching out to touch the hibiscus sapling, unaware that the surrounding space was subtly distorting.

An invisible barrier suddenly rose up and enveloped him.

Lu Ya was startled and looked up abruptly, only to see a huge scroll slowly unfolding in the void. The scroll depicted thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, with magnificent scenery. It was the innate treasure in Nuwa's hands - the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

"Nuwa!"

Lu Ya let out a low shout, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

His aura surged, attempting to forcefully break through the seal of the Mountain and River Map, but the scroll was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all his power.

Lu Ya knew something was wrong. He made a hand seal, trying to summon the Chaos Bell, but before the bell could ring, he was sucked into the painting and disappeared without a trace.

In another part of the Outer Heaven, Jiang Wang's twelve Three Pure Ones avatars were searching for Lu Ya's aura. Suddenly, one of the avatars sensed something, abruptly stopped, and locked its gaze on a distorted void.

There, Nuwa held the Map of Mountains and Rivers, her aura as cold as ice, and was preparing to escape into the void and depart.

Jiang Wang's clone teleported in and blocked Nuwa's path, asking in a deep voice, "Where is Lu Ya?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's gaze turned slightly cold, and she gently shook the scroll in her hand, releasing boundless pressure.

She sneered, "Jiang Wang, you're just an avatar of yours, yet you dare to question me?"

Jiang Wang's clone remained expressionless, the Azure Sky Sword already materializing in his hand, its light as clear as water, reflecting the undisguised killing intent in his eyes: "Hand over Lu Ya, or you will perish here today."

A flash of anger crossed Nuwa's eyes. She swung her Creation Whip out suddenly, the whip's shadow like a dragon, carrying endless vitality and destructive power, straight at Jiang Wang's clone.

Jiang Wang's clone remained calm and composed, circulating the laws of time within his body. The surrounding space seemed to freeze, and the speed of the whip shadow suddenly slowed down, as if it had sunk into an invisible quagmire.

Nuwa was shocked to see this. The Creation Whip was her treasure for achieving enlightenment, containing the power of creation, yet it was suppressed by the time law of this clone? Jiang Wang's clone snorted coldly, and activated all four levels of spellcasting talent. The time law instantly contracted, and everything in the world seemed to be compressed to the extreme. Nuwa's movements became extremely slow, as if she was frozen in the river of time.

Taking advantage of the situation, Jiang Wang's clone rose up, and the Azure Sky Sword in his hand transformed into a dazzling sword light, slashing towards Nuwa.

Nuwa exerted all her strength, activating the Mountain and River Map to resist, but the sword light contained the power to shatter space. The illusory image of mountains and rivers that appeared on the scroll collapsed instantly and turned into dust.

"impossible!"

Nuwa exclaimed in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She was a saint, transcending the Three Realms, how could she be suppressed by a mere clone? Yet Jiang Wang's clone's attacks did not stop, the power of time and space intertwined, transforming into an invisible cage that completely trapped Nuwa.

In the end, the Azure Sky Sword struck down, and Nuwa's saintly body was reduced to nothingness by the power of space shattering. Her primordial spirit also failed to escape and perished completely.

The moment Nuwa fell, heaven and earth trembled.

The mournful cry of Heaven echoed throughout the Three Realms, and the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder crashed down from the Nine Heavens, pouring down purple blood rain that stained the chaotic void beyond the heavens.

The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, and even Hongjun were all alarmed by this strange phenomenon. They all used their divine senses to investigate, only to see Jiang Wang's clone holding the Map of Mountains and Rivers, standing coldly in the void.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes in the human realm, and his twelve clones merged into one. The Mountain and River Map and Lu Ya's aura entered his senses together.

With a thought, Lu Ya was released from the painting, his face still showing signs of shock.

Jiang Wang didn't say much, but simply said, "Come with me to find the Cursed Demon God."

At the same time, the system's voice rang in Jiang Wang's mind: "Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission 'Slaying the Saint'. Rewards include the ninth level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the Chaos Pearl, 10 Yuan Dao Merit, and a chance to draw experience points."

Jiang Wang's eyes flickered slightly, and the mysteries of the ninth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique slowly unfolded in his mind. The chaotic aura of the Chaos Pearl resonated with the laws within his body, and the 10 Yuan Great Dao Merit added a trace of the fortune of heaven and earth to him.

Jiang Wang sat upright on a futon on a cloud, surrounded by a misty immortal aura that danced like a thin veil. The boundless starlight from the heavens above shone down, making his body glow with a faint golden light.

The crisp notification sound from the system still echoed in his ears. The generous rewards stirred his heart slightly—the complete Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the Chaos Pearl, the Ten Yuan Great Dao Merit… each one was enough to drive any powerful being in the Three Realms crazy.

He lowered his head and rubbed the Chaos Bead in his palm. The bead was no bigger than a thumb, but it seemed to contain an endless galaxy, with chaotic energy surging inside, faintly revealing a majestic power that made people's hearts tremble.

Jiang Wang's lips curled up slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes, but before the smile could fully bloom, it was interrupted by a sudden wail.

The sound rose from the mortal realm, like the mournful cries of countless souls, shrill and desperate, piercing Jiang Wang's mind.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light in his pupils, his Heavenly Eye was now open, his gaze piercing through the clouds and reaching the mortal world.

The scene was horrifying—corpses lay strewn across the land, blood flowed like rivers, and the earth seemed shrouded in an invisible black mist. Hundreds of millions of lives were groaning and struggling under the corrosive influence of the curse, and in just two days, more than 200 million people had already lost their lives.

His heart tightened. The difference in the flow of time between the heavens and the mortal realm had caused this calamity to turn into such a tragedy in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, gripped the Chaos Pearl tightly in his palm, and murmured, "This curse... came too quickly."

With a flash, he descended from the clouds, transforming into a golden light and heading straight for the mortal realm.

With the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art activated, the blood and qi within his body surged like a raging river, and golden light protected his body. In an instant, he tore through the void and descended upon a desolate mountain range.

This place is Mount Futu, where demonic energy lingers, rocks are cracked, and traces of the great battle of the past can still be faintly seen.

Jiang Wang's gaze narrowed slightly, and he made a hand seal. The Mountain and River Map flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a beautiful scroll that hung in mid-air.

As the scroll slowly unfolds, mountains, rivers, plants, insects, and fish all flow and shine within it, with a subtle force of attraction emanating from it.

"Lu Ya, come out."

Jiang Wang's voice was cold and clear, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

A flash of light appeared in the scroll, and a crimson figure tumbled out, staggering a few steps before regaining its balance.

The man was dressed in a crimson Taoist robe, with sharp, chiseled features, but his eyes held a hint of arrogance and anger. He was none other than Lu Ya, the Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

He looked up and saw Jiang Wang standing with his hands behind his back, the Mountain and River Map behind him shimmering with light, faintly enveloping him.

Lu Ya snorted coldly, his tone tinged with resentment: "Jiang Wang, you destroyed the foundation of my demon race and killed countless of my people. Today, you still dare to trap me with the Map of Mountains and Rivers. What exactly do you mean by this?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's gaze darkened slightly as he recalled the battle at Mount Futu, where the demon race had indeed suffered heavy casualties because of him.

He did not offer any explanation, but simply raised his hand and waved it. A golden light flew from his fingertips, transforming into an ancient and massive bell that hung above Lu Ya's head.

That bell was the Chaos Bell, its body engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, and the pressure it emitted caused the surrounding void to distort slightly.

Lu Ya's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in surprise, "How did the Chaos Bell end up in your hands?"

Jiang Wang smiled calmly and said slowly, "Lu Ya, you should know that Nuwa has fallen at my hands."

His tone was calm, yet it was like a thunderclap. Lu Ya's body trembled, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Jiang Wang continued, "I snatched this bell from her. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

After saying that, he flicked his finger, and the Chaos Bell trembled slightly. The bell waves rippled, and the void cracked inch by inch. Lu Ya felt an invisible force pressing down on him, making him feel suffocated.

Lu Ya gritted his teeth, his anger intensifying, but he also knew that he was no match for Jiang Wang.

He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Seeing this, Jiang Wang restrained his oppressive aura and softened his tone: "I know you have grudges and entanglements with the demon race, but I am not making things difficult for you today."

A curse ravages the mortal realm, causing immense suffering to countless lives. I need your help to find the cursed god and quell this chaos.

He paused, then said, "If you help me, I will return the Chaos Bell and ensure that the demon race has a place in the Three Realms of the Primordial World."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya remained silent for a moment, a complex expression flashing across his eyes. (End of Chapter)