The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

"That white horse is quite lucky," Nezha said, looking in the direction the white horse had gone, his tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's lucky it didn't die when it met me, Old Sun!" Sun Wukong said calmly as he swaggered toward them, carrying his golden cudgel.

"Heh!" Nezha chuckled, shrugged, and remained noncommittal. Then, he excitedly shouted, "Let's go! I can't wait to fight a few big demons for fun!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Ao Bing couldn't help but smile. The four of them put their arms around each other's shoulders and began their journey to the West.

To give the Buddhas in the West time to prepare, they strolled leisurely along the route they had learned from Tang Sanzang.

Along the way, any monster they encountered, regardless of its identity or background, was sent to be reincarnated as long as it had committed numerous evils, without giving anyone a chance to cry "Spare its life!"

The gods and Buddhas who came to rescue the mounts or pets were also accused of negligence and were sent to the underworld by the four to "reunite" with their mounts and pets.

For a time, the Western Spirit Mountain did not notice anything unusual.

One day, they passed by a pool and intended to wash up, but suddenly a burst of water erupted from the pool, and a white dragon soared out of the water.

The white dragon was agile, its scales shimmering silver in the sunlight.

He hovered in the air, and when his gaze fell upon Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Ao Bing, he paused slightly. The dragon roar that was about to burst from his mouth was forcibly swallowed back, and his dragon face was full of bewilderment as he stared blankly at them.

This...this is different from what Guanyin Bodhisattva told him!

Where are the horses? Where are the monks from the Tang Dynasty? Monkeys... oh, we have monkeys, but the number seems a bit off!

The white dragon circled once in the air, its eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

He was originally ordered to wait here for Tang Sanzang, and was prepared to transform into a white dragon horse to help him travel west to obtain the scriptures. However, the four people in front of him did not look like the people who were going to obtain the scriptures. Could it be that he had mistaken them for someone else?

"Gentlemen... are you the group heading to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures?" Bai Long looked at the group, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"What, you don't recognize me, Old Sun? If I remember correctly, the name of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, even if it doesn't resound throughout the Three Realms, still has some fame, especially in the Four Seas!" Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and said jokingly.

"Are you the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong?" The white dragon looked him over and asked with a hint of doubt. "And what about Tang Sanzang? I am here on the orders of Guanyin Bodhisattva to accompany you on your journey to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures."

"Tsk... This little white dragon may be a bit silly, but he's still Ao Bing's clansman. Let him handle it; we shouldn't get involved." Sun Wukong withdrew his gaze from the white dragon, shook his head, and said with some disdain.

"Hmm." Yang Jian nodded slightly in agreement.

Nezha, with his hands in his pockets, kicked at the pebbles on the ground absentmindedly, and nodded in agreement.

"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony!" Ao Bing gave a slight twitch of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. His gaze towards Bai Long was filled with a hint of disappointment.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of coiled dragon ice hammers appeared in his hands, radiating a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing everything.

"What... what do you want to do?" Bai Long asked warily, looking at Ao Bing flying towards him.

"The Panlong Ice Hammer is not for nobodies. State your name now!" Ao Bing stared directly into the dragon's eyes, his voice cold and his aura imposing.