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

Sun Wukong, clutching the elixir, grinned from ear to ear: "Wonderful! This Venus Grandpa, usually so sour, is being so generous today!"

With a somersault, he flew straight down to the mortal realm.

Inside Baolin Temple, Pigsy cried until his voice became hoarse.

His white cloth, soaked with sweat, clung to his head. He knelt there, muttering incoherently, "Your Majesty, do you know how loyal I, Old Pig, am? For you, I've cried until my eyes popped out... Oh dear, why isn't Monkey back yet? If I keep crying, I'll lose my pig life!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang sighed softly, "Wuneng, you've had a hard time."

The Buddha said, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless; turn back and you will find the shore."

Sha Wujing added firewood and stirred the fire, saying, "Second Brother, if your crying gets out, it will probably be known throughout the Three Realms."

Upon hearing this, Pigsy glared and said, "Brother Sandy, don't gloat! When the monkey comes back, I'll definitely... oh dear, I'm crying!"

Just as he was crying his heart out, he suddenly heard a golden wind howling in the sky, and Sun Wukong landed, his golden pill shining brightly in his hand.

"Master, Dan is here!"

Wukong shouted and handed over the pill.

Tang Sanzang took it, recited the incantation, and stuffed the elixir into the king's mouth.

The corpse trembled, and a brilliant golden light shone forth. Its bluish-purple face gradually turned rosy, and its chest heaved. In an instant, a long sigh rang out: "Where...where am I?"

The king opened his eyes and sat up, looking around blankly.

Tang Sanzang said happily, "Your Majesty, you have been resurrected, all thanks to my disciple's supernatural powers."

Sun Wukong glanced at Bajie and laughed, "Fool, you cried well! The king is alive, you can take off that white cloth now."

Upon hearing this, Pigsy felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He tore off the white cloth, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Oh dear, Your Majesty, you're finally awake! I cried so much my legs went numb!"

His appearance was so ridiculous that it made everyone burst into laughter.

The next morning, the palace of Wuji Kingdom was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

The king returned to the palace, summoned his officials, and announced: "I was saved by the holy monk of the Great Tang Dynasty, and my soul has returned to the mortal world."

From this day forward, the Kingdom of Wuji submits to the Tang Dynasty and will forever remain a vassal state!

The courtiers cheered loudly, and the sound of gongs and drums filled the air.

The Tang Monk and his disciples were granted golden seals and bestowed with brocade robes by the king. The four of them rode out of the city on horseback to continue their journey to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

Meanwhile, in the hidden realm, Jiang Wang revealed his true form, sitting cross-legged on a cloud bed.

With a thought, the system panel appeared before his eyes: Luck Value - 652.

Regular lottery chances – 5 times.

At the bottom of the panel, a line of golden text flashes: [When your luck value exceeds 500, you can unlock the Great Dao Merit Exchange function.]

"Activate?" Jiang Wang's lips curled slightly as he murmured, "We've finally arrived."

The Great Dao's merit is the most precious treasure in the Three Realms; even a single strand of it can move mountains and overturn seas, and forge a saintly position.

He already possessed countless magical treasures and unparalleled strength, yet he knew that luck was fundamental, and this accumulation was truly a matter of opportune timing.

He nodded and said, "Start."

The system buzzed, and the panel updated: [Great Dao Merit Exchange Function Enabled.]

Exchange ratio: 10 units of luck = 1 strand of merit.

Currently available for exchange: 65 strands.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow. Although the ratio was high, exchanging 10:1 for a rare item was still worthwhile.

He didn't exchange it yet, but instead took out something from his pocket—the Kongtong Seal.

The seal was ancient and radiated a yellow light; it was an ancient artifact.

With a thought, he put it into the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd at his waist.

A flash of golden light appeared at the mouth of the gourd, and the seal disappeared into it, causing the heavens and earth to tremble slightly.

Beneath the earth, the veins of the earth surged, and the journey to the West quietly stretched for thousands of miles. Mountains rose up, rivers changed course, as if the structure of the Three Realms was being expanded by one.

Outside the hidden realm, the winds and clouds shifted dramatically.

Jiang Wang stood up, hands behind his back, a profound look flashing in his eyes: "Fortune is like water, merit is like a mountain."

This change will surely bring about changes in the Three Realms.

His strength was already extraordinary, and after the Devouring Heaven Gourd absorbed the seal, he even faintly touched the edge of the Heavenly Dao.

In the shadows, his influence, like spider silk, quietly weaves a new order across the three realms.

Meanwhile, in the Shangqing Palace of Heaven, the Jade Emperor sat upright when he suddenly heard two soft shouts from outside the palace: "Strip away the Primordial Purple Qi!"

"Discard the Heavenly Dao Saintly Position!"

The sound was like a faint rumble of thunder, yet it was also elusive and elusive.

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor's expression changed slightly, and he summoned Venus: "Li Changgeng, what is it?"

Venus—Jiang Wang's incarnation—bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the heavenly secrets have changed, and a great calamity may be imminent."

A flash of golden light appeared in the hall, surrounded by purple mist, as if the imperial throne was about to be shaken.

Above the Three Realms, in the Purple Cloud Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat upright on a futon, his beard and hair as white as frost, his eyes as deep as abyss.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled, and a purple light tore through the void, as if the Milky Way had burst its banks. Purple blood poured down like rain, staining the nine heavens red.

That purple blood was no ordinary substance; it was the blood of a sage, containing primordial purple energy. Where it fell, smoke rose, mountains collapsed, and the earth cracked, causing all living beings to panic.

"Tongtian! You rebellious son, how dare you depose your own sainthood!"

Hongjun let out a low roar, a sound as loud as thunder, which shook the Zixiao Palace violently.

He suddenly stood up, and with a flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a beam of light, heading straight for the sacred ground of the Jie Sect—the Shangqing Hall.

Inside the Shangqing Hall, the Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged on the Qingping Sword, his body surrounded by purple energy that swirled like a dragon, but in the blink of an eye, it all collapsed.

His face was pale, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but there was no remorse in his eyes.

That act of relinquishing his saintly position was a desperate attempt to save himself; in order to escape the puppet state of Heaven, he was willing to give up eternal glory.

Outside the hall, the Three Immortals and their disciples knelt on the ground, their eyes brimming with tears: "Master! Why is this happening? How can the Jie Sect be without a saint for even a day?"

Tongtian forced a smile, his voice weak but firm: "The Way of Heaven is like a shackle, and the Holy Position is like a prison."

I will abandon myself in order to seek a sliver of freedom.

"Three nights, protect Jin'ao Island, and do not let foreign enemies bully it."

Before the words were finished, a storm arose outside the hall, and Taiqing Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun arrived together.

Laozi gently shook his whisk and sighed, "Junior brother, why do you have to do this? If the holy position is lost, the Jie Sect will be in danger."

"Quickly reset yourself, this humble Taoist priest will lend you a hand."

Yuanshi Tianzun sneered repeatedly, holding the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and mocked, "Tongtian, you arrogant fool, trying to break free from the Heavenly Dao? You are only digging your own grave."

In the past, during the Investiture of the Gods, the disciples of the Intercepting Sect were annihilated; now you have stripped yourself of your saintly position, making a laughingstock of the Three Realms!

Tongtian remained silent, a hint of vicissitude flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this action had angered the Heavenly Ruler, and that Hongjun would not tolerate it.

As expected, the void cracked open, and Hongjun's figure appeared, his imposing aura like a mountain pressing down: "Tongtian, you have abdicated your holy position, your purple aura has scattered, and you have disrupted the order of the Three Realms."

Reset it immediately, or don't blame your teacher for being ruthless!

Tongtian looked up, his eyes blazing: "Master, the Heavenly Dao is impartial, yet it is obsessed with order."

"This disciple refuses to be a pawn forever; I would rather shatter my holy throne than be a puppet!"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's face turned ashen. He pointed a finger, and the Chaos Bell rang out, its waves crashing like a tide, directly targeting Tongtian's heart meridian.

Tongtian barely managed to summon the Qingping Sword, its light like a rainbow, to block the attack, but he staggered and coughed up blood.

A great battle erupted instantly, the Shangqing Palace collapsed, sword energy crisscrossed, and bells rippled.

Although Hongjun did not exert his full strength, how could a mortal withstand the might of a sage? Tongtian suffered repeated defeats, and finally, his primordial spirit trembled, and he fled into the void, heading to Jin'ao Island in the human realm.

Hongjun couldn't catch up, and coldly snorted: "You unfilial son! There is no place for you in the Three Realms!"

On Jin'ao Island, the waves surge, and the island, like a giant tortoise on its back, stands majestically.

The disciples of Sanxiao had already set up an array to protect the island, but they saw their master's figure fall like a meteor, crashing into the main hall in the heart of the island, shattering the tiles and sending dust flying.

The three Xiaos rushed forward and hugged Tongtian: "Master! How...how could you be like this?" Tongtian gasped: "Don't panic, I still have a glimmer of hope."

The human realm... humanity can protect me.

Before he could finish speaking, the void cracked again, and Hongjun appeared, his gaze like a knife: "Tongtian, you cannot escape! Restore your saintly position, and I will spare your life!"

Tongtian shook his head and barely stood up: "Master, your mind is made up."

A holy position is good, but freedom is even better!

Hongjun was furious, and a purple light flew out from his sleeve, striking Tongtian directly.

Without the protection of holy power, Tongtian could only barely withstand the attack with his crippled body. Instantly, his skin was torn open and his blood stained the island red.

Just as Hongjun was about to deliver the killing blow, a strange change occurred on the island. The power of the human realm surged, and a figure without facial features slowly emerged, which was the manifestation of the human realm.

The figure was like mist and smoke, devoid of joy or sorrow, yet carrying boundless vitality of the human realm, standing in front of Tongtian.

"Hongjun, the ruler of Heaven, how can you deceive humanity?"

The voice of the human manifestation was like the chorus of ten thousand people, shaking the seawater to its limit.

Hongjun frowned: "Humanity? You ants dare to obstruct me?"

After he finished speaking, the Chaos Bell rang again, and the bell waves surged like a tsunami.

Although the human manifestation was slightly weaker, it took advantage of the human realm's home ground to instantly recover from its injuries, transforming into countless human figures, layer upon layer, to block Zhong Bo.

The great battle resumed, and Jin'ao Island swayed like a boat. Humanity's power flowed endlessly, and although Hongjun had the upper hand, he could not achieve a quick victory.

He sneered, withdrew his hand, and stepped back: "What a powerful figure, actually seeking refuge in the human realm."

"I'll spare you for now, but once I summon the strongest warriors of the Three Realms, you will all perish!"

After speaking, Hongjun's figure vanished, but he left behind a bounty order that spread throughout the Three Realms: "He who defies Heaven and destroys his own holy position has disrupted the Daoist tradition."

The slayer will be bestowed with a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi, achieving enlightenment! Cultivators of the Three Realms, proceed immediately to Golden Turtle Island!

The bounty caused an uproar throughout the Three Realms.

The Jade Emperor shook the Lingxiao Palace, the Ancient Buddha Dipankara lit the Sumeru Lamp, and Zhen Yuanzi calculated with his fingers that even the ancestors of the Earth Immortals were moved.

Countless powerful figures responded, their swords flashing and escape techniques converging on Jin'ao Island, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

The disciples of Sanxiao and others turned pale. They formed a defensive formation, but knew they could not withstand the combined forces.

A storm raged on the island. Tongtian sat cross-legged, healing his wounds, and murmured, "Sanxiao, quickly summon the human race for help..."

Meanwhile, on their journey to the West, under the blazing sun, Tang Sanzang and his disciples rode on horseback, having already bid farewell to Wuji Kingdom and were heading to the next leg of their journey.

Horse hooves pounded the dust, Tang Sanzang's white robes fluttered, he chanted the Heart Sutra, his kind face attracting the nods of wildflowers by the roadside.

Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel, his fiery eyes scanning the surroundings; Zhu Bajie dozed off carrying his rake; and Sha Wujing walked slowly, carrying his load.

"Master, there is a demonic aura lurking on Mount Hao ahead."

Wukong heard that the red clouds over the mountain hollow were strange, and feared there might be an ambush.

Wukong twitched his monkey hair, becoming alert.

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Wukong, don't be suspicious."

The journey to the West is fraught with peril, and it requires compassion to overcome it.

Bajie yawned repeatedly: "Brother Monkey, I'm hungry. Let's find a vegetarian meal first."

Sha Wujing nodded: "What my elder brother says is absolutely right. We should be cautious."

The master and his disciples gradually entered Haoshan Mountain. The mountain path was rugged, and the sound of pine trees could be heard.

Suddenly, from the hollow in the mountain, a child's cry rang out: "Help! Save the child!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a three- or four-year-old child hanging from a tree, dressed in rags, crying with tears streaming down his face.

Tang Sanzang, with a soft heart, reined in his horse and said, "Poor child, who could be so cruel? Wukong, quickly go and save that child!"

Wukong scanned the area with his fiery eyes and saw through the demon's disguise. He frowned and said, "Master, this is no ordinary child. It is the demon king Red Boy from the mountains in disguise."

"Don't go forward, there might be a trick!"

Tang Sanzang shook his head: "Wukong, Buddhism is compassionate, how can we stand by and watch someone die? Even if they are demons, we should still convert them."

"Bajie, go and rescue him; Wukong, carry him with you."

Upon hearing this, Pigsy grinned from ear to ear: "Master is wise! I, Old Pig, am off!"

He leaped forward, scooped up the child, and carried him back to the group.

That "child"

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a handsome boy, exquisitely beautiful, and said aggrievedly, "Thank you, Great Sage, for saving my life."

The child is a local mountain dweller, kidnapped by a mountain demon and hung from a tree.

Wukong sneered: "Demon, still dare to pretend? Take this!"

He swung his golden cudgel, intending to smash the boy's corpse to pieces.

Unexpectedly, the boy smiled and vanished like smoke, causing Wukong's staff to miss its target and only scattering rubble.

"Oh no! My soul has left my body!"

Wukong shouted, but it was too late.

A mountain wind suddenly rose, red clouds rolled, and a whirlwind, like a tornado, broke through the master and disciples' defenses and rushed straight towards Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang exclaimed in surprise, "Amitabha!"

The whirlwind swept him away, disappearing into the cave inside the mountain in an instant.

Pigsy was dumbfounded: "Master! I, Old Pig, am late!"

Sha Wujing cried out urgently, "Elder Brother, hurry and chase after them!"

Wukong gritted his teeth, somersaulted into the sky, and saw flames shooting into the sky at the cave entrance, the Samadhi True Fire raging, blocking his way.

Inside the cave, Red Boy revealed his true form: a boy in red robes with a flame mark between his eyebrows. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Taiyi realm, and he was the son of the Bull Demon King.

He laughed loudly: "Tang Sanzang, you bald donkey, your flesh is pure, eating you will grant you immortality! Be a good boy and rest in the manor while I, the prince, refine you!"

Bound to a stone pillar, Tang Sanzang was pale, yet he continued chanting Buddhist mantras: "Demon, though my physical body is tempting, my Buddhist heart remains undiminished."

You wicked creature, why don't you convert to the true path?

Red Boy grinned maliciously: "True enlightenment? This prince's Samadhi True Fire burns the heavens, why should I need to convert? I'll take your flesh, and my father will be overjoyed!"

Outside the cave, Wukong and his two companions circled the cave rapidly, their fiery eyes peering out, but they could not break through the fire formation.

Pigsy scratched his head: "Brother Monkey, this fire is weird, even my rake is burning hot."

Sha Wujing said, "Brother, does Guanyin Bodhisattva have a magic weapon that can break this fire?"

Wukong shook his head: "Master has been kidnapped, and the journey to the West has been hindered."

"They must be rescued immediately!"

Meanwhile, deep within the Tang Dynasty palace in Chang'an, a golden light flashed, and a quest prompt appeared in the void: "Journey to the West side quest triggered: Tang Sanzang kidnapped at Haoshan, progress delayed."

The host can choose two paths: First, transform into the Bull Demon King to help Red Boy stop the Journey to the West and obtain the Bull Demon King's inheritance; second, tamper with the nectar in Guanyin's Jade Bottle, scheme against Sun Wukong, and cause him to destroy his own golden body.

Choose one, effective immediately.

The hint, like a divine secret, hung in the hall, awaiting a decision.

On Jin'ao Island, danger lurks everywhere.

Haotian led his heavenly soldiers and generals, with Randeng carrying the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl. Zhenyuanzi flicked his sleeves, and the fragrance of ginseng fruit filled the air. Powerful figures from all walks of life gathered outside the island, their swords drawn.

The island's formations swayed, and the Three Nights Sword Light rained down, blocking the first wave of attacks, but suffering heavy casualties.

"Master, hold on! Help is coming!"

Three nights of shouting filled the air, and blood stained the white robes.

Tongtian sat cross-legged, his breath faint, when he suddenly felt the power of the human realm surging in.

The void cracked open, and Qingpingzi and Du Fu appeared. The former's sword intent was sharp and fierce, while the latter's poetry was like a surging tide. Following them were the majestic figures of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race—Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan, and others, carrying boundless human destiny to suppress the four directions.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, the human race will protect you! Though Jin'ao Island is small, the ancestral land of the human realm is vast. Come with us!" (End of Chapter)