I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

While Li Chen and his team were busy packing their equipment and actively preparing to head to the mysterious Peach Blossom Valley to rescue the old monkey trapped there, the old monkey in the Peach Blossom Valley on the other side did not dare to slack off.

Ever since entering this valley, the old monkey had been clutching the Flowing Shadow Stone tightly, intently recording the breathtaking magical powers and various extraordinary abilities of Xuanming, the Ancestral Rain Shaman. Xuanming was a gigantic figure, emanating an icy aura. Every time he cast a spell, the sky and earth would change color, and the wind and clouds would shift.

At this time, Xuanming, the ancestor of rain, roared at a group of trembling little demons in anger: "How despicable! You haven't found any trace of the person who sneaked into this place yet?" His roar was like thunder, deafening. Those poor little demons were frightened and trembling all over. No one even dared to look up and look at the furious ancient demon god.

You know, these little demons have been brutally executed countless times by Xuanming, the Rain Grandmaster. Every time Xuanming finds them failing to complete their mission, he mercilessly slashes them into a bloody mess. However, that's not all; Xuanming can then unleash his miraculous Rain spell, restoring these little demons to their former glory.

Then, he once again forced these little demons to search for the intruder. If they still found nothing, they would be met with the same ruthless destruction—easily shattered to pieces by Xuanming! In just one morning, these unfortunate little demons had experienced this cycle of life and death countless times.

"Boy, you've been hiding for so long, you must have seen everything you need to see, right?! Do you still want to continue being a coward?!"

The deafening laughter of Xuanming, the ancestor of rain, resounded through the sky. Immediately afterwards, he swung his pair of extremely sharp claws, which were flashing with cold light, and hit the huge rock where the old monkey was hiding with an overwhelming force.

In the blink of an eye, the old monkey, who had been hiding behind the boulder with bated breath, felt his heart tighten suddenly and cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" At the critical moment, he flashed and jumped like an arrow, instantly moving away from the boulder that was about to suffer a devastating disaster.

"Crack!" Accompanied by a loud earth-shaking sound, the originally indestructible boulder was unable to withstand the fierce attack of the indestructible claws of Xuanming, the ancestor of rain, and shattered into countless small pieces in an instant.

The shattered rocks rained down like a torrential downpour, slamming into the ground with a series of crackling sounds. In the blink of an eye, countless pits of varying sizes and depths appeared on the ground, resembling the craters on the surface of the moon.

The old monkey looked at the shabby scene before him, his face filled with horror, and he couldn't help but groan inwardly. He had never imagined that his hiding place, which he thought was foolproof, would be discovered by the Rain Witch.

At the beginning, he was fully confident that with his own caution and the cover of the surrounding environment, he could avoid the search of the Rain Witch without being noticed. However, the facts ruthlessly proved that he had underestimated the strength and keen perception of the Rain Witch after all.

"Hmph, little monkey, don't be so naive as to think that you can get away with it from under the nose of this Ancestral Witch! Today is the day of your death!" A cruel sneer was revealed on the hideous face of Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain. He stared at the old monkey, as if he had already seen the other party's miserable situation of being defeated by him.

Xuanming, the Ancestral Rain Wu, laughed ferociously, a laugh that seemed to pierce the soul. Then, he opened his bloody maw and suddenly ejected three sharp bone spikes, gleaming with a cold light. Like lightning, they shot straight at the old monkey. These three bone spikes carried a fierce momentum and a sound that broke through the air, a menacing and terrifying force.

However, although the old monkey is no longer young and its physical functions are not as good as before, it is still an experienced monkey. Years of survival experience have given it extraordinary agility and the ability to predict danger.

At that critical moment, the old monkey flashed, twisting his body nimbly like a ghost, cleverly avoiding the fatal attack of the Rain Ancestral Witch Bone Spike. His movements were smooth and seamless, without the slightest sense of drag.

But just as the old monkey narrowly escaped this round of bone spur attacks and hadn't had time to catch his breath, he looked up and was surprised to find that the figure of the Rain Witch had disappeared into thin air like smoke! The surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence, with only the whistling wind echoing in his ears.

At this moment, an indescribable intuition surged into his heart, and the old monkey's subconscious deep in his heart seemed to be shouting frantically: "Be careful behind you!" Without any hesitation, the old monkey decisively used all his strength and leaped forward.

Almost at the same moment, he vaguely felt an extremely sharp gust of wind whistling past his back. If he had been even a moment later, he would probably have been hit by this force.

After the old monkey jumped away from his original position with all his strength, he was terrified. He did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly turned back to check the place where he had just stood.

You don't know until you see it. The first time he saw it, he was immediately terrified. He saw that the originally flat ground now had several deep cracks, as if it had been ruthlessly cut by extremely sharp claws. The ground had become torn into pieces and was horrible.

The old monkey secretly felt fortunate. If he had reacted a little slower and failed to escape in time, he would have become a dead soul under the knife of the Rain Ancestral Witch!

At this moment, the old monkey suddenly felt a powerful breath coming from behind him. He turned around abruptly and found that the Rain Witch had been standing behind him quietly without him noticing.

The huge body of the Rain Ancestor Witch was like a mountain towering into the clouds, standing there majestically, emitting an indescribable terrifying pressure. Just one look at it made the old monkey feel short of breath and his legs went weak.

"Hahahahahahaha! Then I want to see how you can avoid this move?! Corrosive Rain!!!" Xuanming, the ancestor of rain, raised his head and let out a deafening laugh. As his laughter rang out, the clouds in the sky suddenly changed color. The originally clear sky instantly became overcast, and heavy fog spread out. The whole world fell into darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scene took place—rains flashing with strange light began to fall from the sky. These rains were like the devil's tears, carrying endless corrosiveness and destructive power.

When these raindrops fall down, anything they touch will suffer a devastating blow.

The extremely hard stones were corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye the moment they came into contact with rainwater, and were shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye; the vast mountains, the numerous lakes, and the rushing rivers were not spared by this terrible rain, and everywhere presented a desolate and bleak scene, as if the end of the world had come.

Even the little demons who had followed the Rain Witch couldn't escape the calamity. Countless demons howled in agony after being drenched by the rain, their bodies billowing with blazing white smoke as their skin and muscles corroded away at an alarming rate.

Before long, these poor little demons fell to the ground one by one, turning into a pool of blood and disappearing without a trace. It was as if they had never existed, but the blood on the ground was a horrifying proof of everything.