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

His gaze was as bright as the stars. With a wave of his longsword, the laws of time spread like ripples, and the surrounding void seemed to freeze. The speed of the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning's bombardment suddenly slowed down, while the flow of time around Jiang Wang suddenly accelerated.

"Master, your disciple is late!"

Li Bai shouted loudly, his sword flashing like a rainbow, slashing towards the Jade Ruyi of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

At the same moment, Guo Ziyi appeared beside Jiang Wang. He made hand seals, and the laws of space flowed, transforming into an invisible barrier that separated Jiang Wang from the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning.

Du Fu stood high in the sky, his hands forming a seal. A shimmering array of light spread out like a galaxy, with points of light flashing within, forcefully dissipating most of the thunder's power.

Jiang Wang felt a warmth in his heart. He glanced at his three disciples and said in a deep voice, "Alright, follow your master and fight your way out!"

He swung the Pangu Banner in his hand, and the chaotic energy transformed into a giant axe, slashing towards the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder with the force of splitting the heavens and earth.

The four of them joined forces and forcefully tore a rift in the sea of ​​lightning. The white jade bridge shone brightly, carrying the four of them across the boundary between heaven and man, and down to the human world.

Haotian stood atop the Nine Dragon Imperial Chariot, his gaze dark and fixed on the direction where Jiang Wang had disappeared, ultimately refraining from pursuing him alone.

He was wary of the innate treasure in Jiang Wang's possession, and he knew that without the help of the two saints, he would not be able to win on his own.

With a cold snort, he turned and left, already plotting a plan to join forces with other powerful beings to descend to the mortal realm and kill Jiang Wang.

The sky in the human realm was a clear, deep blue. Jiang Wang and his three disciples landed on a desolate plain in Beiju Luzhou, where spiritual energy was scarce and sandstorms raged.

He let out a long breath, glanced at his three disciples, and said in a deep voice, "Thanks to you all this time, otherwise I'm afraid I would have had a hard time getting away."

Li Bai smiled nonchalantly, sheathed his sword, while Guo Ziyi and Du Fu bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with worry.

Jiang Wang sat down cross-legged and used his inner consciousness to examine his own condition.

The forbidden laws, like shackles, still firmly sealed his power of law, causing his spiritual energy to stagnate and making it difficult for him to exert his Heavenly Emperor Realm cultivation.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, then looked into the distance. The Dark Abyss of Beiju Luzhou stretched across the land like a black scar, deep and mysterious.

"This place is secluded and suitable for seclusion."

Jiang Wang said in a deep voice, "The three of you will follow me into the Abyss of Darkness, and I will pass on to you the Pangu Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

This cultivation method is profound and extensive. Reaching the sixth stage allows one to reach the peak of Quasi-Sainthood, and the ninth stage allows one to attain Sainthood. However, the cultivation speed is extremely slow, requiring tempering the body with chaotic energy and countless opportunities.

He paused, his gaze deep: "I am currently trapped by forbidden magic and need to rely on you."

"Once you have reached the sixth stage of cultivation, I will seek a way to break the restriction."

The three disciples responded in unison, their eyes blazing with fervent light.

Jiang Wang nodded slightly and led the three of them toward the Abyss of Darkness.

Upon reaching the edge of the abyss, Jiang Wang sat down cross-legged, his hands forming hand seals. The incantation of the Pangu Nine Revolutions Profound Technique flowed into the consciousness of his three disciples like a gentle stream.

The techniques are obscure and profound, each sentence like the Daoist chant at the beginning of time, containing endless mysteries.

Li Bai, Guo Ziyi, and Du Fu each closed their eyes to contemplate, and a faint aura of chaos gradually emanated from their bodies.

While imparting his knowledge, Jiang Wang secretly observed his surroundings.

Deep within the Abyss of Darkness, the Weak Water surged, black mist filled the air, and a dark shadow could be faintly seen on the opposite bank.

The shadowy figure exuded an eerie aura, as if it were spying or comprehending the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

Jiang Wang's heart stirred slightly, but he did not make a sound, only keeping a close watch on things.

At the same time, he sensed that the fortunes of the human world were subtly changing.

As the celestial realm shrank and the human realm expanded, ten portions of humanistic fortune inexplicably appeared within him, nourishing his heart like a clear spring and invigorating his spirit.

He thought to himself, "This escape, though fraught with danger, has also yielded unexpected gains."

The bestowal of fortune upon him by the human realm may be the opportunity to break the seal.

Meanwhile, on the journey to the West, in Pingdingshan, war is quietly breaking out.

Kong Xuan stood atop the mountain, his five-colored divine light like a rainbow sweeping across the heavens and earth.

His gaze was icy as he stared at Bodhi Patriarch and Tathagata opposite him, his killing intent undisguised.

The hatred of more than two thousand years of enslavement erupted completely at the moment of the fall of the Sage Zhunti.

The restrictions on his primordial spirit dissipated, and he finally regained his freedom.

"The Peacock King?"

Kong Xuan sneered, "From this day forward, I, Kong Xuan, am no longer a slave of Buddhism!"

With a wave of his hands, five-colored divine light, like five divine dragons, swept towards Bodhi and Tathagata.

Bodhi Patriarch's expression was solemn. He waved his whisk, which transformed into thousands of threads of light that intertwined with divine light.

The Buddha sat upright on a lotus throne, his sixteen-foot-tall golden body radiating golden light. He struck out with his divine palm, causing the void to collapse.

As the great battle raged on, the Weak Water Barrier of Pingdingshan quietly underwent changes.

The barrier, which had been corroded by the weak water, stopped self-repairing, revealing huge cracks, but it returned to normal after a short while.

Wukong was trapped in darkness, but through the cracks in the darkness, he could see the battle unfolding outside.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he murmured, "Jiang Wang is under a spell, and the barrier is broken. The opportunity has arrived... Nezha, once I break free, I will make you pay for your blood debt!"

Jiang Wang stood in the abyss of darkness, his gaze distant, as if sensing something.

He said softly, "The journey to the West is about to be fraught with new challenges."

"My disciples, hasten your cultivation, for chaos is imminent."

The wind howled, and the dark shadow in the abyss quietly retreated, leaving only the four masters and disciples immersed in the profound mysteries of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

Jiang Wang stood atop Pingding Mountain, with jagged rocks beneath his feet. The wind whipped up dust and sand, brushing against the hem of his clothes and bringing a chilling sensation.

The sky was overcast, as if shrouded in a thick veil, and the sunlight shone weakly, only outlining the blurry contours of the mountains.

The aftershocks of the shattered barrier still echoed in the air, and spatial cracks spread out like a fine spider web, faintly revealing a dim light, as if mocking his powerlessness.

The system's voice rang in my ears, cold and authoritative: "Mission Twenty-Seven, the three-year deadline has arrived. The Pingdingshan barrier has broken. The countdown to mission failure is three days."

There are two options: 1. Ignore the situation and reclaim all quest rewards; 2. Go to the Dragon-Suppressing Cave, trick Sun Wukong into taking the Mind-Disorienting Pill, causing him to be in a daze for three years, allowing the quest to continue.

Jiang Wang frowned, his gaze fixed on the lotus cave faintly visible in the distant valley.

The cave entrance was shrouded in eerie mist, like black fog slowly flowing through the mountains, giving it a strange and mysterious feel.

His fingers unconsciously caressed the jade pendant at his waist, one of the items bestowed by the system. It contained a mind-altering pill with a powerful effect that could confuse the user and leave them in a daze for three years.

His heart sank. The image of Sun Wukong's unruly fiery eyes flashed through his mind. If he were to take this pill, he would be in a daze for three years. What would become of his journey to the West? But if he did not take this pill, the mission would fail, and all his previous efforts and rewards would be in vain. He might even have a portion of his own cultivation level stripped away by the system.

He turned to look at his three disciples behind him—Li Bai, Guo Ziyi, and Du Fu.

The three sat cross-legged, their breathing deep and even, their faces still bearing the clarity of someone who had just experienced a sudden enlightenment. Jiang Wang had just been teaching them the seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, but the system notification had interrupted everything.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his agitation, and decided to stabilize his disciples' cultivation before dealing with Sun Wukong's matter.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was a supreme cultivation method he obtained from the system. It was incredibly profound, and the first six revolutions had already transformed three disciples. If he could cultivate to the seventh revolution, he could completely break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao on mortal cultivators and directly point to the Great Dao.

Unfortunately, the incantation for the seventh transformation is difficult to understand. Even someone as gifted as Li Bai could only scratch the surface and could not truly comprehend it.

"Master, why did you stop?"

Li Bai opened his eyes, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

His green robe fluttered in the mountain wind, and his long sword rested across his knee, with a faint aura of sword energy swirling around it, exuding a sharp and fierce aura.

Jiang Wang glanced at him, then his gaze swept over Guo Ziyi's composure and Du Fu's refined elegance, and a slight thought stirred within him.

These three disciples represent the culmination of his years of hard work. Whether it's Li Bai's unrestrained spirit, Guo Ziyi's perseverance, or Du Fu's profound wisdom, they all bring him a sense of satisfaction.

He didn't want them to be implicated because of the failure of his mission.

"It's alright, there are just some things that need to be taken care of first."

Jiang Wang's voice was deep and carried an undeniable air of authority, "The three of you are exceptionally talented, having already reached the sixth level, but you are still some distance from the seventh level."

I will lend you a hand and help you solidify your foundation.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the system interface unfolded in his mind. Experience points poured out like water, a full 6.66 million double experience points turned into three golden rays and entered the foreheads of the three disciples.

Li Bai and the other two felt a vast power surge into their bodies, spiritual energy coursing through their meridians. The previously obscure cultivation techniques and incantations became crystal clear in their minds, as if an invisible hand was guiding them to comprehend them.

As golden light swirled, the auras of the three rose steadily, showing signs of breaking through the limitations of the Heavenly Dao.

Jiang Wang stood aside, watching quietly, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

These six million experience points were accumulated over the years through countless life-and-death experiences and missions. Now that they were all gone, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart.

But he knew even better that if he didn't do this, his three disciples would probably have a hard time establishing themselves on the journey to the west, let alone facing the pressure from the Heavenly Dao that was about to come.

Not far away, a dark figure lurked in the shadows of the demon's lair, its aura elusive, like a ghost.

That was the Black Lotus Saint Envoy, ordered to infiltrate this place and spy on Jiang Wang's Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

He held his breath, trying to eavesdrop on the incantation for the seventh turn, but only heard the lingering echoes of the first six turns. Disappointed, he felt a pang of jealousy.

These three mortals, in just a few years, were able to cultivate such profound techniques, while he, after a hundred years of arduous cultivation, is still stuck at a bottleneck and cannot make any progress.

He murmured to himself, "Jiang Wang is indeed unfathomable... If we can obtain the seventh stage incantation, what worries will our Black Lotus Sect have about not prospering?"

Unfortunately, Jiang Wang stopped transferring his power, so he could only retreat dejectedly, leaving behind a look of resentment.

At the same time, a golden light streaked across the sky above Pingdingshan, falling with a violent force.

Sun Wukong, clad in golden armor and wielding his golden cudgel, scanned his surroundings with his fiery eyes, a hint of urgency on his face.

He descended from the heavens to the mortal realm, originally intending to investigate Jiang Wang's situation.

Previously, there were rumors in Heaven that Jiang Wang had been permanently banned from the law for violating Heavenly Laws. Although he did not believe it, he was relieved, thinking that without the great god Jiang Wang, the journey to the West would be less turbulent.

But now, with the barrier around Pingdingshan broken and demonic energy surging into the sky, his unease grew stronger.

"How could my master be so easily trapped?"

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

He transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the Lotus Cave.

The cave entrance was filled with a strong demonic aura, and a faint, fishy smell wafted through the air. His heart tightened, and he thought to himself, "Could it be that my master and the others have already been eaten by a demon?"

Thinking of this, he was filled with rage, and with a flick of his golden cudgel, he almost smashed the entire mountain.

But he was experienced after all. He suppressed his anger, transformed into a fly, and buzzed into the cave.

Inside the Lotus Cave, King Golden Horn and King Silver Horn sat around a stone table, on which were several plates of demonic fruits, emanating a faint spiritual aura.

King Golden Horn was tall and imposing with a sinister face. He was toying with a jade bottle in his hand, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

Silver Horn King appeared anxious, frowning as he said, "Why hasn't the 'Exquisite Ghost' returned yet? That monkey is not easy to deal with. If he rescues Tang Sanzang, our plan will be ruined."

Golden Horn sneered and patted the jade bottle: "With this treasure here, what's there to be afraid of? It's a magic weapon bestowed by Laozi. Who cares about the Great Sage Equaling Heaven? He'll still have to obediently submit."

Just then, a nimble insect hurried into the hole; it was small in size but extremely agile in its movements.

He held a purple-gold gourd in his hands and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Fiend has not yet returned. I was afraid that I would delay important matters, so I came to assist you."

Golden Horn nodded, signaling Silver Horn to release Tang Sanzang, Pigsy, and Sandy from the jade bottle.

With a gentle tap of the bottle mouth, Silver Horn sent three figures crashing to the ground. They were Tang Sanzang and his companions, all looking exhausted, clearly having been badly tormented by the magic weapon.

The clever insect rolled its eyes and whispered, "Your Majesty, the monkey is cunning. Why don't I take the jade bottle out of the cave and lure him into a trap?"

Sun Wukong, disguised as a fly, hid in a crevice in the cave ceiling and saw everything clearly.

His anger intensified, but he was also secretly relieved: "At least Master and the others are still alive."

Seeing the clever insect carrying the jade bottle out of the cave, he had a thought and transformed into the appearance of a fine ghost to greet it.

Holding a fake gourd in his hand, he feigned ingratiation and said, "Brother, how about I borrow the bottle to play with?"

The clever insect squinted, looking him up and down, then suddenly sneered: "You're the meticulous devil? Hmph, the meticulous devil never says 'brother,' you monkey, you've given yourself away!"

Having said that, he raised the jade bottle and shouted, "Sun Wukong!"

Sun Wukong was taken aback, thinking to himself, "When did I, Old Sun, reveal my true name?"

He subconsciously responded, and the next moment, he felt an irresistible suction force coming from the bottle, and his body was involuntarily sucked into the bottle.

The bottle was pitch black, its spiritual energy sealed, and Sun Wukong felt heavy all over, unable to move.

The Silver Horned King arrived, grinning smugly, and took out the "Supreme Lord Laozi's Urgent Decree"

He stuck the talisman on the bottle mouth and said coldly, "Monkey, this bottle can turn people into pus. In three days, you will be reduced to ashes!"

Sun Wukong felt a tightness in his chest, but remained calm.

He circulated his divine sense within the bottle, carefully sensing the restrictions inside, and discovered a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy on the bottle's walls.

He feigned a scream, pretending his body was being dissolved, his voice filled with anguish.

Upon hearing this, Jinjiao and Yinjiao were indeed fooled and opened the bottle cap to check.

Seizing the opportunity, Sun Wukong transformed into a flea, leaped out of the bottle's mouth, and landed as "Sun Wukong the Pilgrim."

With a nonchalant air, he said, "My two great kings, I am Sun Wukong, your elder brother! Hurry up and return the bottle!" (End of Chapter)