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

Silver Horn stood to the side, his teeth clenched, his eyes burning with rage that seemed to set the entire cave ablaze.

The little demons trembled with fear, cowering in the corner, too afraid to utter a word.

Jinjiao slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping across the cave before suddenly stopping at a corner of the alchemy room.

There, a figure was squatting on the ground, clutching a handful of scattered pills, grinning foolishly, muttering to himself, "Delicious, delicious..."

The figure, draped in a tattered cassock, with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, was none other than Sun Wukong.

But at this moment, where was the majesty of the Monkey King? His eyes were vacant, and drool hung from the corner of his mouth, making him look like a lost, foolish child.

"Zhe Xingsun!"

With a roar, Silver Horn drew his Seven Star Sword, its light flashing like a bolt of lightning as it slashed toward Sun Wukong.

Jinjiao was startled and quickly grabbed his younger brother: "No! This monkey is indestructible; a sword can't hurt him!"

As expected, the Seven Star Sword struck Sun Wukong with a clang.

With a crisp sound, the sword slid away, leaving not even a trace.

Sun Wukong, however, remained oblivious, still squatting on the ground, stuffing the pills into his mouth, giggling foolishly, muttering, "Delicious, delicious..."

Silver Horn trembled with rage, pointing his sword directly at Sun Wukong: "It was you! You must have killed my mother!"

Although he was furious, he also knew that this monkey was indestructible and could not be dealt with by ordinary means.

Golden Horn frowned, staring at Sun Wukong's foolish appearance, and suddenly sneered: "This monkey, has he suffered retribution and gone mad?"

He stepped forward and tentatively kicked Sun Wukong. The monkey just tilted his body and continued to grin foolishly, showing no intention of resisting whatsoever.

Silver Horn sheathed his sword and gritted his teeth, saying, "Since I can't kill you, I'll make you atone for my mother's sins!"

He turned to look at Golden Horn, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Brother, tie this monkey to Mother's grave and make him guard her spirit! He harmed Mother, so he must pay with his life!"

Jin Jiao pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Very well, if Mother knows in the afterlife, she can rest in peace seeing this murderer being humiliated."

So the two brothers ordered the little demons to tie Sun Wukong up and drag him to the grave that the nine-tailed fox had just built.

A simple stone tablet stands on the grave, inscribed with "Tomb of the Nine-Tailed Fox".

The five characters, written in crooked handwriting, suggest a sense of haste.

Outside the cave, a cold wind howled, and withered leaves tumbled on the ground. In the open space in front of the Dragon-Suppressing Cave, the little demons formed a circle, beating gongs and drums, their cries rising and falling, holding a simple yet sorrowful funeral for the nine-tailed fox.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn knelt before the grave, burning incense and kowtowing, their tears falling onto the yellow earth, leaving a damp stain.

Sun Wukong was tied to a withered tree beside a grave. The ropes cut painfully into his skin, but he seemed oblivious, just grinning foolishly and muttering, "Delicious, delicious..."

Seeing this, the little demons were all chilled to the bone, and their cries were tinged with fear.

They stole glances at the crazed monkey, thinking to themselves: Is this the Monkey King who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace? How could he have ended up like this? Golden Horn and Silver Horn, however, had no time to think about anything else. The two brothers were immersed in the grief of losing their mother. They burned incense, burned paper money, and kowtowed. Although the ceremony was simple, it was full of sorrow.

A cold wind blew, and paper money danced in the air, as if bidding farewell to the nine-tailed fox.

Sun Wukong's silly laughter, however, was like a discordant note, jarringly echoing amidst the funeral music, sending chills down one's spine.

High in the sky, Bodhi Patriarch, hidden among the clouds, watched all of this from afar.

His white beard flowed freely, his whisk hung lightly in his hand, but his eyes revealed a hint of doubt.

Sun Wukong's strange behavior made him uneasy. Although the monkey was unruly, he was by no means such a fool.

Bodhi frowned, tried to calculate with his fingers, but could not find any clue.

With a thought, he transformed into a local earth god, hunched over and leaning on a cane, and appeared beside Sun Wukong.

"Zhe Xingsun!"

The Earth God's voice was deep and authoritative, "Your master, Tang Sanzang, has been kidnapped by a demon, and you're still grinning like an idiot here? Hurry up and go rescue him!"

Sun Wukong just tilted his head, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled, "Delicious...delicious..."

The local earth god was taken aback, and tentatively said a few more words, but Sun Wukong still did not react.

Bodhi's heart sank. He dispersed the avatar of the Earth God, revealing his true form. With a flick of his whisk, he shouted, "You audacious monkey! If you don't wake up, don't blame your ancestor for being merciless!"

The whisk stirred up a strong gust of wind, which swept straight towards Sun Wukong's face.

In the past, this monkey would have dodged or spouted wild words, but now, he just stood there dumbfounded, taking the blow with a red mark on his face, yet he still grinned foolishly, muttering "delicious."

Bodhi's heart trembled, his whisk stopped in mid-air, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He stepped forward, extended his finger, and touched Sun Wukong's brow. His divine sense surged in like a tide, probing the monkey's sea of ​​consciousness.

Upon this inquiry, Bodhi's expression changed drastically.

Sun Wukong's sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, his mind was clouded, and his primordial spirit was shrouded in mist, devoid of any clarity.

Bodhi withdrew his divine sense and murmured, "Lost in his mind... How could this be?"

His gaze shifted to the Dragon-Suppressing Cave not far away, and amidst the swirling clouds beneath his feet, he appeared in the alchemy room.

Inside the alchemy room, beside the broken alchemy furnace, the aroma of medicine was still strong, and a strange, sweet scent filled the air.

Bodhi bent down, picked up a scattered pill, held it under his nose and sniffed it, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully sensing the surroundings. After a moment, a flash of anger appeared in his eyes: "Laozi! What a Laozi! How dare he take advantage of the entanglement between my Western Sect and Kong Xuan to plot against my disciple!"

He speculated that this elixir was refined by Laozi and was called the "Heart-Losing Pill".
The drug is extremely potent, capable of causing complete loss of consciousness for up to three years, rendering ordinary methods of clearing the mind utterly useless.

Bodhi's heart surged with anger, yet he knew that now was not the time to pursue the matter.

He flashed back to Sun Wukong's side, lightly waved his whisk, untied the ropes, and led the monkey to a secluded valley.

A stream murmured in the valley, and the pines rustled in the wind. Bodhi sat cross-legged, placing Sun Wukong in front of him, and began to sort out his sea of ​​consciousness.

This process was long and arduous. It took Bodhi three months and the mobilization of his supreme magical power to finally restore some clarity to Sun Wukong's consciousness.

"Zhe Xingsun!"

Bodhi opened his eyes, his voice low and deep, "Do you know the grave mistake you have made?"

He wanted to scold him, but before he could speak, he saw Sun Wukong's eyes glaze over again, and that familiar silly grin returned to his lips: "Delicious...delicious..."

Bodhi was taken aback. He probed again, only to find that the monkey's sea of ​​consciousness had returned to chaos, and the previous attempts to sort it out were like throwing stones into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

He was shocked. After careful calculation, he realized that the effects of the Heart-Losing Pill lasted for three years and could not be reversed by human power.

Bodhi stood up, his beard and hair moving without wind, his eyes blazing with fury.

He roared to the sky, his voice filled with resentment: "Laozi! You old man, you betrayed my disciple and ruined my grand journey to the West! I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"

The whistling sound echoed through the valley, startling the birds into scattering and causing the stream to surge.

Jiang Wang, hidden in the distance, merely chuckled upon hearing this, his gaze deep, as if awaiting an even greater storm.

In the valley, Sun Wukong continued to grin foolishly, completely unaware that he had become a discarded piece on the chessboard.

But Bodhi's anger burned ever brighter on the journey to the West, like a raging inferno.

Deep within the swirling clouds of Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat upright on a futon, a rare hint of confusion appearing on his usually calm face.

Before the echo of the Chaos Bell had completely dissipated, his mind had already drifted to the distant chaotic void.

Joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, and grief—the five great chaotic demon gods were suppressed one after another in just a few months! This news was like a tidal wave, disrupting his usual calm.

How could Jiang Wang, that guy whose magic was permanently forbidden by the Heavenly Dao, possibly do that? Although the Great Dao's merits can suppress demon gods, if all five demon gods appear at once, a spatial barrier is needed to seal the void in order to make it last.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured to himself, "Could it be... that someone is secretly helping him?" In the Zixiao Palace, the candlelight flickered, and Hongjun's thoughts were like the beginning of chaos, layer upon layer, yet he could never grasp that crucial thread.

Meanwhile, atop the Kunlun Mountains in the human realm, in a secluded cave, Jiang Wang was wailing in agony, his voice low and mournful like that of a wounded beast.

"System! You damn thing! Sixty-four million experience points, gone just like that? I painstakingly accumulated them for half a year, hoping to improve my strength, and now they've all gone to that kid!"

His handsome but slightly pale face was contorted, his eyes filled with pain.

The system's cold voice echoed in my mind: "Host, suppressing the five great demon gods in exchange for the progress of nine demon gods is worth it."

The reward will be yours when the next demon god arrives.

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the stone table, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

He was originally abandoned by Heaven, and after being permanently forbidden from using magic, he could only survive by relying on the system and the merits of the Great Dao.

But when humanity suffers, he ultimately softens—that reluctance always reveals a hint of tenderness beneath his ruthless and vengeful nature.

Three months ago, it all started with that human catastrophe.

The Joyful Demon God, that enigmatic being born at the dawn of chaos, silently infiltrated the mortal world.

It does not reveal its true form, but spreads endless joy through illusions—a deadly revelry.

When ordinary people are affected, they first become excited and animated, then laugh maniacally, until they die with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

In just ten days, twenty million people turned into skeletons, corpses littered the fields, rivers were stained red, and mountains and rivers collapsed.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were furious, and Fuxi was the first to step forward.

His deep, star-like eyes were fixed on the Hidden God Jade in his hand—a strange stone retrieved from chaos, capable of concealing the traces of demon gods, yet also holding the secret of the search.

Fuxi closed his eyes and deduced the formation, staying up for three days and three nights without sleep, and finally created a formation: the Concealed God Soul Searching Formation.

Based on the Heluo Book and guided by the Eight Trigrams, layers upon layers are added to form an invisible net that covers the entire land.

"found it!"

Fuxi opened his eyes, and his voice boomed like thunder.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors gathered together, leading human experts to set up the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array.

The formation was like a net covering the sky and the earth, with the Hetu and Luoshu intertwined into chains, instantly trapping the Joyful Demon God in the heart of the Central Plains.

The demon appeared, shaped like pink mist, its laughter like silver bells, yet carrying a venomous, soul-devouring quality.

"Heh heh, you human ants, how dare you trap me?"

With a wave of its hand, a wave of joy surged forth, and several experts in the formation died laughing on the spot, their flesh and blood turning into powder.

Fuxi gritted his teeth and reinforced the array's core. Emperor Fuxi said in a deep voice, "Arrays can trap people for a while, but they cannot last."

"Quickly invite Fellow Daoist Jiang Wang!"

Suirenshi nodded, and the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan personally led his envoys, traversing the void and heading straight for Kunlun.

When Jiang Wang received the imperial decree, he was sitting cross-legged, regulating his breathing.

The envoy knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "Fellow Daoist, the human race is in imminent danger! The Joyful Demon God is rampaging, and the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation is on the verge of collapse!"

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

He was forbidden from using magic, and his physical body was like that of an ordinary person, making it impossible for him to directly confront the demon god.

While the merits of the Great Dao can suppress, they require spatial sealing to ensure their permanence.

"System, do you have any good ideas?"

In his mind, the system coldly responded: "Host, you can use experience points to train disciples and help them comprehend the laws of space."

"With the spatial barrier in place, the suppression is assured."

Jiang Wang's heart was breaking—teaching others would consume double the experience points! But before him, the human race was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; how could he bear to stand idly by? "Fine, choose the one with the best aptitude."

He recalled his disciple, Li Bai—a reincarnation of a poetic immortal, with heaven-like enlightenment and a clear understanding of swordsmanship.

"You're the one, kid."

When Li Bai was summoned to the cave dwelling, he was still reciting "The bright moonlight before my bed".

Jiang Wang looked directly at him: "Disciple, your master needs you to comprehend the laws of space, even 40% will suffice."

Li Bai was taken aback, then knelt down: "Master, your disciple is willing to serve you like a dog or a horse!"

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, and golden light emanated from his palm, mixed with system experience points, flowing like a river and directly into Li Bai's brow.

Double the consumption, 64 million experience points were ripped away like flesh and blood! The void around Li Bai twisted, the space rippled like water, his sword-like eyebrows stood on end, and sweat poured down his face.

"Space... is formless and without appearance; its birth and death are determined by the mind!"

Three days later, Li Bai opened his eyes, pointed into the void, and a spatial barrier rose up like a mirror, sealing off an area of ​​a hundred miles.

"Master, it's done! Forty percent of the spatial laws have been mastered, and the barrier can be solidified for twenty years."

Jiang Wang forced a smile, his heart aching: "Good disciple, come with me to save people."

The master and disciple teleported to the Central Plains, where the Joyful Demon God had already broken out of the formation, his pink mist filling the sky and his laughter shaking the soul.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors fought desperately, their blood gushing out, when Fuxi cried out, "Fellow Daoist, come quickly!"

Jiang Wang nodded, and Li Bai pointed his sword into the void: "Conclude!"

The spatial barrier spread out like a giant net, layer upon layer, trapping the demon god within.

Jiang Wang stepped forward, his Great Dao merits coiling around him like golden chains: "Suppress!"

The Demon of Joy shrieked, its joy backfiring, but was deflected by the barrier, turning itself into dust and sealing its soul forever.

Fuxi and the others breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you!"

But the disaster was not over—the raging demon god appeared, his crimson flames burning the sky and scorching the fertile land for miles around.

Jiang Wang sneered: "One after another? Bring it on!"

Li Bai set up another protective barrier, and Jiang Wang added merit, suppressing the raging demon god and extinguishing its flames forever.

The Demon of Sorrow sneaked into the south, and its tears poured down, flooding the city and causing thousands to die in agony.

Master and disciple arrived in time. Li Bai teleported like a ghost, creating a barrier to seal off the rivers. Jiang Wang's merits transformed into a dam to suppress his soul.

The demon of resentment dwells in the west, its resentment like poisonous miasma, corrupting people's hearts and inciting rebellion.

Jiang Wang, with his vengeful nature, retorted: "Hongjun, you old bastard, you sent demon gods to wreak havoc on the human race, I'll take them all down one by one!"

Li Bai's protective barrier is like a cage, his merits like shackles, and his resentment is forever imprisoned.

The Demon God of Sorrow finally appeared in the north, shrouding hearts in sorrowful fog, causing widespread panic, and leaving fields barren.

With the master and disciple working together, the spatial barrier was impregnable, and the suppression was successful.

With the five great demon gods gathered, Jiang Wang's laughter echoed through the void: "Nine now! Only one short!"

But on Hongjun's side, news came like snowflakes, only to come to an abrupt halt.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun frowned deeply: "Jiang Wang... how did you do that?" (End of this chapter)