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

He knew he was trapped in the Map of Mountains and Rivers, and threatened by the Chaos Bell, so he had no way out.

Finally, he nodded and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'll help you."

But if you break your promise, Lu Ya will fight you to the death!

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, waved his hand to retrieve the Chaos Bell, and the Map of Mountains and Rivers transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his sleeve.

He said, "In that case, come with me."

Lu Ya's figure flickered and transformed into a streak of crimson light, with Jiang Wang following closely behind. In an instant, the two traversed tens of thousands of miles and descended upon the sky above Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty.

Chang'an City remained prosperous, with bustling streets and magnificent palaces. However, with a sweep of Jiang Wangtian's eyes, he could see dark energy swirling within the city, as if an invisible curse was spreading in the shadows.

Lu Ya closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then pointed towards the palace and said in a deep voice, "The source of the curse is deep within the palace, seemingly hidden in some secret room."

Jiang Wang's gaze sharpened, and he led Lu Ya straight to the palace.

The Imperial Guards outside the palace were heavily armed and stood guard with swords and spears. When they saw the two people descending from the sky, they shouted in unison, "Who dares to trespass into the Imperial Palace!"

Jiang Wang snorted coldly, his words carrying the weight of law, his voice booming like a great bell: "Make way."

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards felt a jolt in their hearts and involuntarily stepped aside to make way for him.

Upon seeing this, Lu Ya's eyes flashed with a strange light, clearly indicating that he had a higher opinion of Jiang Wang's strength.

The two entered the palace directly, with Lu Ya leading the way and Jiang Wangtian using his all-seeing eye to scan the surroundings. They eventually stopped in front of a secluded palace.

Lu Ya said in a low voice, "It's located underground in this hall."

Jiang Wang nodded, flicked his finger, and a golden light pierced the ground. With a loud bang, the palace floor cracked open, revealing the entrance to a deep, secret chamber.

Black mist filled the secret chamber, and faint, low growls could be heard emanating from it.

Jiang Wangtian glanced around and indeed saw a dark shadow hidden in the black jade, its aura strange and unpredictable; it was the Cursed Demon God.

The demon seemed to sense the danger and transformed into a streak of black light, attempting to flee underground.

Jiang Wang sneered, raised his hand and waved it, instantly forming a spatial barrier that sealed the secret room completely.

The demon crashed into the barrier, letting out a roar, but could not break through.

With a thought, Jiang Wang consumed a portion of the Great Dao's merit, causing the barrier to shine brightly with golden light, transforming into countless rune chains that tightly bound the demon god.

The system notification sounded at the right time: "Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden quest 'Source of the Curse'. The progress of the Chain Demon Suppression quest has been updated. Rewards include the Curse Law Enlightenment Method, experience points lottery chance, and Ten Yuan Great Dao Merit."

Jiang Wang was overjoyed. He had made progress in comprehending the Law of Curses, and immediately felt a profound thought surge into his sea of ​​consciousness, as if his understanding of the Way of Curses had increased several times over in an instant.

He chuckled softly and murmured, "Old man Hongjun, I've won this round again."

Before his smile could fade, a commotion erupted outside the secret chamber. Palace experts swarmed in and surrounded him and Lu Ya.

Amidst the crowd, a sandalwood palanquin slowly approached, and inside sat a man—Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty.

Although his face was dignified, it carried a hint of drunkenness, his eyes glazed over, clearly still under the influence of alcohol.

Yang Yuhuan leaned against him, smiled charmingly, and whispered, "Your Majesty, these two have trespassed into the palace. Why not punish them with the 'self-skinning' punishment as a warning to others?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin, his drunken state revealing a hint of cruelty, nodded and said, "Granted."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's gaze turned icy, and his aura suddenly erupted, as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing down. The surrounding experts retreated in shock.

He took a step forward, his voice booming like thunder: "Li Shimin, how dare you!"

He raised his hand and pointed, and golden light shot out from his Heavenly Eye, transforming into a picture that revealed the scene of how he had killed a saint with a single finger.

Both Li Shimin and Yang Yuhuan were shocked, and their eyes showed fear.

Jiang Wang said coldly, "Li Shimin, your rule is tyrannical, allowing curses to run rampant and causing the deaths of millions of people. Today, I will depose you from your position as King of Tang and banish you to Fusang, where you will never be allowed to return to the Central Plains!"

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin's face turned deathly pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you to dare depose me from the throne?"

Yang Yuhuan also forced herself to stand up and questioned, "What right do you have to decide the deposition and establishment of the throne of my Great Tang?"

Jiang Wang's gaze swept over the two men like a knife, and he slowly said, "I, Jiang Wang, am the ruler of the Three Realms. Below the sages, all are but ants."

The abolition and restoration of the throne are but a matter of my whim.

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible pressure seemed to descend upon the world. Li Shimin and Yang Yuhuan were powerless to resist and could only sit slumped on the ground, their eyes filled with despair.

Jiang Wang turned around and took Lu Ya with him, soaring into the sky. Behind them, the black mist above Chang'an gradually dissipated, and the wails of the mortal world also subsided. It was as if, at this moment, the world finally ushered in a moment of peace.

The sky over Chang'an was so gloomy it seemed about to fall, and the heavy clouds made it hard to breathe. The streets of the city were eerily quiet, and even the sound of the wind seemed to be swallowed up by some invisible force.

Jiang Wang stood in the square in front of the Daming Palace, his long black robe fluttering slightly in the wind, the hem of the robe embroidered with faint star patterns, like the deep night sky.

His face was handsome yet carried a hint of coldness; his gaze swept across the crowd, seemingly able to penetrate the soul of each person.

In the square, civil and military officials, imperial guards, onlookers, and even the dust in the air seemed to freeze at his gaze.

Jiang Wang's voice rang out slowly, calm yet carrying an overwhelming aura: "Li Shimin, you used the name of the Emperor to commit despicable acts. Do you know your crime?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a great bell, making the entire city of Chang'an seem to tremble.

The wind and clouds in the world changed color, and the glazed tiles of the Taiji Hall in the distance trembled slightly, as if responding to this invisible pressure.

The officials bowed their heads, the imperial guards' hands trembled slightly as they held their guns, and even the birds circling in the sky suddenly fell and shattered.

Li Shimin, who was standing on the high platform, originally sat on the dragon throne and wore a crown, but now his face was pale.

Yang Yuhuan, who was standing beside him, was stunningly beautiful, yet her eyes held a subtle, almost imperceptible, allure.

She lowered her head, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if suppressing some kind of emotion.

Jiang Wang's gaze was like a knife as he slowly turned to her, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Nine-tailed fox, do you think you can deceive everyone by possessing a human body?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The common people whispered amongst themselves, the officials exchanged bewildered glances, and Li Shimin suddenly stood up, pointing at Jiang Wang and angrily saying, "How dare you! How dare you accuse my imperial concubine? She is a human woman. Jiang Wang, do you intend to use the name of a non-human to impose a crime and overthrow my Great Tang Dynasty?"

His voice carried the imposing aura of an early-stage Celestial Immortal, with a faint dragon aura rising within it, attempting to suppress Jiang Wang's imposing presence.

However, Jiang Wang merely snorted and pointed a finger.

In an instant, an invisible spatial rift burst forth from his fingertips, seemingly tearing a crack in the heavens and earth, heading straight for Li Shimin.

The power contained within the crack seemed to distort even time. Before Li Shimin could react, he felt his spiritual energy dissipate like a tidal wave, and his cultivation was completely destroyed.

He staggered backward, his body trembling slightly beneath the dragon robe, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You...you actually dared to cripple my cultivation?"

Jiang Wang coldly said, "Human Emperor? He's nothing but a mortal who relies on the fortune of the human race to bully others."

He turned his gaze to Yang Yuhuan, his tone even colder: "As for you, nine-tailed fox, you were ordered by Nuwa to infiltrate Chang'an, intending to overthrow the fate of the human race. Today is your death day."

Before Yang Yuhuan could explain, Jiang Wang waved his hand, and a golden light burst forth from his palm, like a blazing sun falling to earth, striking directly at Yang Yuhuan's brow. Countless runes seemed to flow within the golden light, containing world-destroying power.

Yang Yuhuan finally revealed her true appearance, with nine snow-white fox tails unfurled behind her, exuding a demonic aura.

She shrieked, "Jiang Wang! You dare kill me? The Goddess Nuwa will not let you get away with this!"

However, Jiang Wang merely sneered, and golden light instantly enveloped her.

The nine-tailed fox's spirit struggled in the golden light, letting out a mournful howl, but in an instant it turned into dust and disappeared into the world.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the square, carrying a faint, sweet, metallic scent, as if telling the story of the ruthless killing.

Li Shimin stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with regret and anger.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Some officials sobbed softly, while others looked terrified, but the common people began to whisper among themselves, gradually turning to gratitude.

Their gazes toward Jiang Wang shifted from initial fear to reverence, as if they had seen a savior of humanity.

Jiang Wang remained unmoved, his gaze indifferent, as if all of this was nothing more than a simple favor for him.

Just then, a vast aura came from the horizon, and eight figures descended from the clouds, their imposing presence like that of the masters of heaven and earth.

They were dressed in ancient robes and wore crowns, with golden dragon energy faintly surrounding them; they were none other than the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

The leader, the Yellow Emperor, held the Xuanyuan Sword, whose blade emitted a faint golden light, seemingly capable of severing all cause and effect.

His gaze was piercing as it fell upon Li Shimin. He said coldly, "Li Shimin, you are the emperor, yet you were bewitched by a fox spirit, nearly ruining the fate of the human race. And you dare to shift the blame onto the demon race?"

Li Shimin's face turned ashen. He knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "I...I know I was wrong."

The Yellow Emperor snorted coldly, raised the tip of his sword slightly, and pointed it at Li Shimin: "Since you know you are wrong, go to Fusang to reflect on your mistakes. You shall not set foot in the Central Plains for a hundred years."

The sword flashed, and the killing intent was chilling. Li Shimin was utterly desperate, and he lowered his head in despair, no longer possessing any of the majesty of an emperor.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors turned their gazes to Jiang Wang, bowed deeply in unison, and said respectfully, "Fellow Daoist Jiang Wang, thank you for suppressing the three demon gods of plague, bloodlust, and curse, and for protecting the human race from destruction."

Jiang Wang waved his hand, his tone calm: "I have a connection with the human race, this is my duty."

His gaze swept over the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, carrying a subtle, unspoken meaning, as if recounting some ancient cause and effect.

This scene was witnessed by countless people in Chang'an.

The common people whispered among themselves, and the officials were shocked. Jiang Wang's figure grew taller and taller in their hearts, seemingly on par with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Jiang Wang seemed completely unconcerned, his gaze shifting slightly as it landed on a piercing stare in the crowd.

She was a young girl in a blue dress, with a red embroidered ball hair ornament on her head. Her eyes were complicated, showing surprise, shock, doubt, and even a trace of hatred.

The girl noticed Jiang Wang's gaze, quickly lowered her head, blended into the crowd, and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Wang's mind stirred slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He had already discerned that the girl was Qingluan, a maidservant of Nuwa Palace, and that she was connected to a predestined marriage.

The hatred in her eyes may have stemmed from his past killing of Nuwa, but he didn't care.

Heavenly marriage? It's nothing but a shackle that binds mortals, which he can break with a single thought.

Qingluan disappeared into the crowd, but her heart was in turmoil.

She both revered Jiang Wang's strength and was torn by the death of Nuwa. The red embroidered ball she held tightly in her hand was slightly warm, as if reminding her of some kind of mission.

Just then, a golden light streaked across the sky and transformed into a figure, none other than Quasi-Saint Lu Ya.

He was tall and imposing, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. Yet, he stood before Jiang Wang with his head bowed and his tone respectful: "Fellow Daoist Jiang Wang, I am willing to serve as your mount, doing my utmost."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors showed surprise.

Lu Ya is a Golden Crow of the Three Races, a Quasi-Saint, how could he possibly lower his dignity like this? Jiang Wang frowned and said calmly, "I travel by teleportation, I don't need a mount."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya was struck dumb, his face turned pale, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Fuxi smiled and advised, "Fellow Daoist Jiang Wang, great figures always need a mount to make them stand out, otherwise they would be laughed at."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was somewhat impatient, but he finally nodded: "Fine, I'll do it reluctantly."

Lu Ya was overjoyed and suddenly transformed into his true form, a ten-zhang-tall golden crow of the three races, his body radiating scorching solar fire, his wings burning like flames, his power overwhelming.

He bowed his head and said respectfully, "Please take a seat, Master."

Jiang Wang stepped onto the back of the Golden Crow, his gaze calm. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors (except for Emperor Shun who stayed in Chang'an to handle the aftermath) accompanied him, and they headed to Shouyang Mountain in a grand procession.

The people of Chang'an looked up at this scene, deeply moved, and Jiang Wang's position in their hearts became even more unshakable.

Shouyang Mountain is shrouded in mist and clouds, exuding an ethereal atmosphere.

Jiang Wang sat around a table with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. On the table were spiritual fruits and immortal wines, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

They discussed the future of humanity, ranging from destiny and cultivation to the threat of the demon race and the secrets of the Heavenly Dao, for a period of half a month.

Jiang Wang didn't say much, but he always hit the nail on the head. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors nodded frequently, their eyes full of admiration.

Meanwhile, inside the Zixiao Palace in the Outer Heavens, Hongjun sat cross-legged on a futon, his gaze profound, seemingly able to penetrate the Three Realms.

Upon learning of Jiang Wang's suppression of the three demon gods, he frowned, wondering, "How did this person manage to do that? Could it be that he copied a Chaos Treasure?"

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Jiang Wang was a variable, and he regretted not eliminating him sooner.

Just then, a figure emerged from the void; it was the resurrected Nuwa.

She knelt on the ground, her voice trembling: "Teacher, the person who killed me had a strange face and was skilled in spatial magic, capable of instantly killing my true form."

Upon hearing this, Hongjun suddenly thought of Yang Mei and angrily said, "You old bastard Yang Mei, how dare you be so rude!"

Nuwa lowered her head, but a complex light flashed in her eyes.

Jiang Wang was completely unaware of this. He sat atop Shouyang Mountain, his gaze distant, as if pondering deeper causes and effects.

Jiang Wang stood atop Shouyang Mountain, a gentle breeze causing his robes to flutter.

His gaze was deep as he looked towards the western horizon, where the sea of ​​clouds surged, faintly revealing an unusual fluctuation.

At the foot of the mountain, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors sat around a blue stone, their breathing steady, each with their eyes closed, seemingly regulating their breath, or perhaps waiting for something.

The world was completely silent, as if even the sound of the wind carried a hint of gloom.

Jiang Wang's heart was far from calm.

He intended to leave and head to the next human settlement to continue searching for signs of human resurgence. (End of Chapter)