Jackie Chan Adventures: I have everything I need now

Time flies, time flies.

Since our parting at Taoshan, a whole year has passed.

During that year, the journey westward was relatively smooth, with no major setbacks except for a few ignorant little demons blocking the way.

And Sun Wukong's pilgrimage team finally came together, becoming just like the destiny that had been preordained.

In Gao Village, they took in the lazy and gluttonous Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Bajie.

As for the Flowing Sand River?!
Because Haotian Yaochi has returned to Zixiao, Sha Wujing has disappeared without a trace.

However, Sha Wujing was not the only one in this group.

Unlike the original story, Ao Lie, the third prince of the West Sea Dragon King, who was supposed to be the mount, did not transform into a white horse. Instead, he appeared as a handsome young man in white robes, following the group.

Without the bloodline of the dragon race, the white dragon horse became an ordinary horse, and its speed was much slower.

On this day, the five of them slowly walked to a desolate and dilapidated place.

Looking around, the land was ravaged, with deep, bottomless ravines crisscrossing the landscape, as if a god had wielded a giant axe here.

A thick, oppressive sense of sorrow and malevolence filled the air, making it hard to breathe.

"Great Sage, why is this place...so terrifying?"

As Dong Sanzang rode on his horse, his face turned pale, and he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed as he gazed at the shattered world, his expression solemn.

“Monk, if I’m not mistaken, this place should be the final site of the ancient war between the witches and demons, the former pillar of heaven and earth, the old site of Mount Buzhou!”

Upon hearing this, Pigsy's eyes widened in amazement as he cautiously looked around. "Good heavens, it's actually Mount Buzhou!"

"I had heard that this place had been reduced to ruins, and seeing it today, I can confirm that it lives up to its reputation."

"This malevolent aura will likely not dissipate even after hundreds of millions of years!"

Ao Lie, now in human form, also frowned. He could sense that deep within this land lay too much resentment and bitterness.

"Once we cross this old site, we should be able to reach the western continent a short distance ahead."

Sun Wukong's voice was heavy.

He instinctively sensed that this place was unusual and not a place to linger.

……

at the same time.

Above the thirty-three heavens, in the Primordial Heavenly Court, lies the Lingxiao Palace.

Thousands of stars fell, transforming into a beaded curtain that enveloped the supreme imperial throne.

On the imperial throne, Donghuang Taiyi slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze pierced through endless time and space, landing on Bai Ze, who stood respectfully below.

"White Pond."

A detached yet authoritative voice echoed within the hall.

"Chen is here!"

Bai Ze bowed deeply, his expression extremely respectful.

Where is the westward-bound team now?

Bai Ze quickly calculated with his fingers, the secrets of heaven flowing through his mind, and then replied, "Your Majesty, Sun Wukong and his party have arrived at the old site of Buzhou Mountain, the place where the Lich King and the Demon King fought their final battle."

"it is good!"

A barely perceptible smile curved at the corners of Donghuang Taiyi's lips, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"The time has come!"

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with excitement.

"How is the practice of the Zhou Tian Star Formation going?"

"Your Majesty, the 365 Great Luo Demon Gods have returned to their positions, and the hundreds of millions of demon soldiers and generals are ready for battle. The great formation is ready to be activated at any time, awaiting only Your Majesty's command!" Bai Ze's voice was powerful and resonant.

"very good!"

Donghuang Taiyi nodded, and an invisible aura of imperial dominance spread out. "Issue my decree, ordering all the demon gods of the heavens to take their positions immediately and be ready to set up the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array!"

"When I join forces with Houtu to tear apart the river of time and space and forcibly rescue people, you must immediately activate the great formation to obscure the secrets of heaven and confuse the will of heaven. There must be no mistakes!"

"Sir, obey the order!"

Bai Ze felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that the plan to resurrect Emperor Dijun and Empress Xihe was finally about to begin!
……

The Nine Netherworlds, the depths of the underworld.

In the magnificent Hall of Reincarnation, Houtu Niangniang, seated atop the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, also opened her eyes.

Your Highness, two towering figures stood solemnly. One held a shield and axe, exuding a fierce aura; he was the God of War, Xing Tian. The other had a ferocious face, a bronze head and an iron forehead; he was the God of War, Chi You.

"Xingtian, Chiyou."

Houtu spoke in a gentle and calm voice.

"Your Majesty!" The two knelt down on one knee at the same time.

"The time has come. I command you to gather the sons of my Wu tribe and be ready to welcome our elder brothers back at any time."

"I will obey Your Majesty's decree!"

Xing Tian and Chi You's eyes blazed with boundless joy. The Ancestral Witches had been revived, and the Witch Clan would soon return to its peak.

……

The old site of Buzhou Mountain.

Sun Wukong and his companions were walking cautiously across this shattered land, believing that as long as they were careful, nothing unexpected would happen.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Uuuuuu——"

"Roar--"

The entire earth seemed to come alive and began to tremble violently.

Streams of pitch-black resentment erupted from the cracks deep underground, coalescing in mid-air into grotesque, malevolent ghosts.

These vengeful spirits are all manifestations of the obsessions of powerful beings who perished in the ancient war between the Lich King and the Demon King. Although they lack intelligence, they are filled with endless hatred for all living beings.

"Monster, you're looking for death!"

Sun Wukong's eyes shone with golden light. Without saying a word, he took out the Ruyi Jingu Bang from his ear, which transformed into a giant pillar ten thousand feet tall, and swept it away!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Golden Cudgel contains unparalleled power. Those vengeful ghosts may seem ferocious, but they are no match for Sun Wukong, who is at the half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal level.

Yet it was as fragile as paper, crumbling at the slightest touch, easily smashed into a cloud of black mist that dissipated into the heavens and earth.

Pigsy and Ao Lie also used their supernatural powers to kill all the approaching vengeful ghosts.

However, as these resentments dissipated, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Thin wisps and strands of barely visible starlight descended from the heavens, while at the same time, an even denser aura of malevolence surged from the depths of the earth.

Starlight and malevolent energy intertwined, quickly transforming into a thick fog so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face, enveloping the entire westward-bound team.

"No! It's a formation!"

Sun Wukong was startled and quickly used the Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique to try to dispel the mist.

However, once his magic entered the fog, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"Big Brother, what's going on?" Pigsy's voice was tinged with panic.

Sun Wukong didn't answer. Instead, he opened his eyes, golden divine light piercing through the illusion. The sight before him left him instantly stunned. As the mist enveloping everyone slowly dissipated, and they witnessed the scene again, not only Sun Wukong, but everyone was utterly shocked by what they saw.

They seemed to be in a vast, ancient battlefield in the starry sky.

To their left, 365 Great Zhou Celestial Banners fluttered in the wind, drawing upon the power of the stars to create a vast and boundless unparalleled array.

Within the formation, a stellar giant, formed from the power of billions of stars, wielded a star axe and exuded a terrifying, world-destroying pressure.

To their right stood twelve colossal banners, each bearing the enigmatic true form of an ancestral witch. Endless malevolent energy surged from the banners, coalescing into another terrifying and overwhelming array.

In the center of the formation, a giant with bulging muscles, wielding a giant axe, and with an indistinct face, roared to the sky. The aura emanating from him seemed to be able to recreate the world!
Zhoutian star battle array!

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!

The immense pressure, even though he knew it was an illusion, still made Sun Wukong frown and his bones creak.

"Roar!"

The Star Giant and the giant that resembled the true form of Pangu roared at the same time and clashed fiercely together!
"Boom——"

After a deafening roar that defied description, time and space seemed to be completely torn apart by the attack, and a surging, illusory river that stretched through the past, present, and future appeared before everyone's eyes!

The long river of time and space!

"What...what is going on?"

Sun Wukong was completely confused.

This illusion is so realistic!

It was so real that he could even feel the Daoist charm and power of law emanating from the two giants' every move!
Little did they know that just as this illusion reached its peak, the five members of the Journey to the West team were carrying immeasurable fortune for the journey.

It is being quietly drawn by an unseen force, transforming into a pebble thrown into the river of time, stirring up the winds and clouds.

In an instant, the heavens changed, and calamity surged into the sky!
Sun Wukong felt a sense of unease, as if some great terror was about to befall him.

The monk was so frightened that he turned pale and trembled all over, almost falling off his horse.

Right now!

"Click——"

With a crisp sound, the illusion before my eyes shattered inch by inch, like a mirror.

Then, something even more unbelievable happened!

The towering figures that appeared in the illusion have actually materialized, stepping out of the shattered void and descending into the real world!

Leading them was a handsome and dignified man dressed in a golden crow imperial robe, and a stunningly beautiful woman draped in a moonlit gown, exuding elegance and nobility.

It was none other than the former Demon Emperor Di Jun and the Heavenly Empress Xi He!
Their physical bodies seemed to have traversed time and space, truly arriving in the present era of the primordial world, but their eyes were tightly closed, and their bodies showed no signs of life or spiritual fluctuations, like perfect puppets.

Beside them were eleven other ancestral witches, including Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Qiang Liang, and She Bi Shi, all radiating overwhelming malevolent energy.

They stood silently in mid-air, their eyes closed, like statues that had lost their souls.

At that very moment, the weather in the heavens suddenly changed. Endless tribulation clouds gathered, and streaks of purple divine lightning crisscrossed the clouds, emanating a destructive aura that would make even a Great Luo Golden Immortal tremble.

Purple Sky Divine Thunder!

A majestic, cold, and emotionless voice resounded throughout the entire primordial world.

"An anomaly, shall be punished!"

It is the Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
Before the words were finished, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a mountain was about to strike down, intending to completely erase Di Jun, the eleven Ancestral Witches, and other anomalies that should not have appeared from the world!
Just as the divine lightning was about to strike, a figure soared into the sky from the Nine Netherworld Reincarnation. With a wave of her hand, the phantom of the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc appeared, easily blocking the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning.

"Hongjun, how dare you!"

Having said that, Houtu stepped out of the underworld and into the endless chaos, directly blocking Hongjun's path and engaging him in a fierce battle deep within the chaos.

"Houtu! How dare you!"

Hongjun's furious voice came from the chaos.

At the same time, another domineering figure appeared in the sky above Buzhou Mountain, none other than Donghuang Taiyi!

He used the Chaos Bell borrowed from the gods to suppress time and space.

"Chaos Clock!"

Sun Wukong cried out in surprise.

Donghuang Taiyi didn't even glance at him, but directly activated the Chaos Bell and scooped up the cracked river of time and space!
"Om-"

The bell tolled, and the river of time and space surged with towering waves. In an instant, noble and domineering true spirits and primordial spirits appeared.

They were forcibly pulled out from the juncture of the Lich Age, traversed endless time and space, and injected into the bodies of Di Jun, Xi He, and the Eleven Ancestral Witches!
"boom!"

At that moment, terrifying auras soared into the sky!

Demon Emperor Di Jun, Heavenly Empress Xi He, the Eleven Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan...

Full recovery!

In the chaos, Hongjun, who witnessed this scene in the primordial world, angrily rebuked, "Houtu, your actions will surely cause great chaos in the primordial world!"

Houtu, however, did not care at all, and coldly replied, "The chaos in the prehistoric world is something I will bear all the consequences of. There is no need for you to worry about it, fellow Daoist!"

Inside Buzhou Mountain, Sun Wukong remained in a state of utter bewilderment from beginning to end.

What is all this?

How come all the ancient masters have suddenly come back to life?
Just as his mind was in complete chaos, Donghuang Taiyi in mid-air finally cast a glance at him.

His gaze was indifferent and authoritative, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

With a casual wave of his hand, he brought the newly awakened and somewhat bewildered Di Jun and Xi He back to the Heavenly Court, leaving behind only a detached remark that echoed in the distance.

"The journey to the west is ordained by Heaven. You shall proceed as before and continue westward. There is no need to worry about it."

Before the words were finished, a familiar figure emerged from the void—it was Meng Po from the Underworld.

She nodded slightly to Sun Wukong and the others.

Then, taking with him the eleven Ancestral Witches who had also awakened, he stepped into the void and disappeared.

The whole process was so fast it was dazzling.

From the appearance of the illusion to the resurrection of the big shots, and then to their being taken away, it all took no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Ao Lie, and even Dong Sanzang all stood frozen in place, their minds buzzing, as if they had just woken up from a bizarre dream.

After a long while, Pigsy finally spoke, trembling.

"Brother Monkey... was that... was that real?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head, looking at the ancient battlefield that had returned to calm, leaving only a desolate landscape, and was also completely bewildered.

"I, Old Sun... don't know either."

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, the demon emperor said to let them continue their westward journey and not to worry about it.

Since this has nothing to do with him, why should he worry about it?
Sun Wukong shouldered his golden cudgel, turned to the still-dazed Dong Sanzang, and said, "Monk, stop standing there. Now that everything is alright, let's continue on our way."

"what?"

"it is good."

The monk then seemed to wake from a dream and nodded hurriedly.

Little White Dragon Ao Lie helped Dong Sanzang mount his horse.

Pigsy then sidled up to Monkey, his curiosity piqued, and asked, "Great Sage, do you think... those great gods we just saw were really rescued from the past?"

Sun Wukong pursed his lips and replied irritably.

"How would I, Old Sun, know?!" (End of Chapter)