I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

Not long after, with everyone working together and giving their all, the Soul Resurrection Orb, tightly held in Li Chen's hand, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling and brilliant light. This light was so intense and blazing, like a blazing sun, pouring down unreservedly on every villager's body.

As the light enveloped and baptized them, the villagers' originally pale faces gradually turned red, just like the peach blossoms blooming in spring; and their dry and withered skin seemed to be injected with vitality and energy, and blood could be vaguely seen flowing happily everywhere.

Time passed quietly, and after a while, an amazing scene appeared - the villagers who were originally lying on the ground in a mess actually staggered and slowly climbed up from the ground.

They turned their heads in bewilderment, their eyes blurry and empty as they gazed at the unfamiliar surroundings. At that moment, their thoughts were a tangled mess, and each of them couldn't help but wonder, "I've clearly been drained of all my blood by that thousand-year-old bat demon, my life long gone. Why am I still here? Where exactly is this place? Have I truly arrived at the legendary underworld?"

At this moment, the villagers, who had just woken up, finally noticed Li Chen and his group not far away. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and vigilance, and then asked in unison, "Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

Although it seemed like just a simple inquiry on the surface, the meticulous Li Chen was keenly aware that hidden behind the terrified faces of every villager, there was actually a deep despair and endless fear.

Facing the villagers' questioning, Li Chen did not flinch. He held his head high and chest puffed out, responding in a loud and resolute voice, "Don't panic, folks. My name is Li Chen, and I've come here to eradicate the evil Ancestral Witch of Thunder!"

However, what Li Chen never expected was that after hearing his words, the villagers not only did not feel any peace of mind or hope, but instead fell into deeper despair in an instant.

"Brother, don't fight that demon anymore, run for your life! Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun has been killed by that demon!"

The villagers all said in horror. This sentence directly did not work for Li Chen. You know, Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun was no small god. If they said that Tudi Gong was defeated, Li Chen could barely accept it. But they were talking about the Jade Emperor's nephew, Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Yang Jian, who had defeated Sun Wukong!

(Although I don't want to admit it, group fighting is really shameless!)

"You...you're not kidding, are you? Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun has been here?" Li Chen asked with wide eyes, his face filled with disbelief. At this moment, he was filled with confusion and shock. He had originally thought it was just an ordinary battle to eliminate demons, but now things were becoming increasingly confusing.

Li Chen frowned, thinking to himself: I had previously thought that the bat demon, while powerful, was only slightly inferior to my own strength. However, if Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun had truly set foot here, the situation would probably change completely. After all, he was a renowned immortal figure!

Thinking of this, Li Chen couldn't help but gasp. If the bat demon took this opportunity to return and suck Yang Jian's blood, the consequences would be unimaginable! You know, Yang Jian, the Manifesting Sage Erlang Zhenjun, is proficient in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts and has already achieved sainthood in his flesh.

The divine and immortal power contained within him was truly limitless, and his blood was a boon to monsters. If the bat monster succeeded, the energy it absorbed would increase exponentially, and the evil energy within it would become even more intense.

As a result, the next time Li Chen faced this thousand-year-old bat demon, the situation he would face would undoubtedly be extremely difficult. Perhaps, even whether he could escape unscathed was uncertain.

At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd: "Hey, boy, the puppy next to you looks like the one next to Erlang Shen!" Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to the puppy next to Li Chen.

The dog was incredibly sturdy, with short, smooth, snow-white fur that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. It was wearing an incredibly strong suit of armor that seemed tailor-made for it, fitting perfectly.

The puppy held its head high, its eyes sparkling, revealing a spirit of agility. Its agile posture was like a flash of lightning that streaked through the night sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Li Chen's brows furrowed, his gaze deep, as if lost in deep thought. Erlang Shen, that great god from myth and legend, not only possessed a formidable reputation for vanquishing demons and monsters, but also held the responsibility of overseeing hunting, earning him the title of "God of Hunting."

He commanded a vast army of formidable generals, including the renowned Six Saints of Meishan, the fearsome Roaring Sky Dog, and the ferocious Flying Sky Eagle. He also possessed countless magical weapons, each one a peerless divine weapon.

The mountain-splitting axe, when wielded, had the power to split the world apart; the mountain-driving whip, with a single wave, could move mountains and fill the sea; the demon-binding rope, once used, would make it difficult for even the most powerful demon to break free; the three-pointed, double-edged sword, with a flash of cold light, would have severed the enemy's head and body;

As for the Eye in the Sky, it can see through everything in the world, and no ghostly tricks can escape its detection; then there is the Roaring Sky Dog, with its keen sense of smell, incredible speed, and sharp teeth that can crush gold and stone; and finally, the Golden Bow and Silver Bullet, which never misses a shot and is incredibly powerful.

However, Erlang Shen's most celebrated battle is undoubtedly his astonishing battle with Sun Wukong, the Monkey King who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace and outlasted a hundred thousand celestial soldiers. That battle was so terrifying that it shattered the very sun and moon.

In the end, Erlang Shen, with his extraordinary strength and wisdom, successfully subdued Sun Wukong. This brilliant achievement is enough to make Erlang Shen famous through the ages, and he has become a legendary figure that people will always talk about.

At this moment, Li Chen came back to his senses as if waking from a dream. His expression instantly became extremely solemn, his brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes were sharp and eager as he continued to ask, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? Could this dog really be Erlang Shen?"

After all, at this moment, the situation is extremely critical, every minute and every second is precious, and he must find out as quickly as possible whether the dog in front of him is the legendary Sky-Howling Dog.

If the dog that appeared here was indeed Howling Sky Dog, then Erlang Shen was very likely in danger, or even encountered an unforeseen disaster.

Thinking of this, Li Chen's heart sank suddenly, as if it was pressed down by a thousand-pound rock. A strong ominous premonition quickly surged into his heart like a tide, making it difficult for him to breathe.

However, just as Li Chen was about to ask the surrounding villagers for more details, a sudden voice suddenly rang out without warning. This voice was like a thunderbolt that split the sky, startling everyone present and causing them to turn their heads in the direction of the sound.

A closer look revealed a jaw-dropping scene before everyone's eyes—the seemingly ordinary little dog had undergone a startling transformation before their very eyes! Its body gradually lengthened and grew larger, its limbs becoming stronger and more powerful. In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a tall, straight, and handsome man.

However, what was shocking was that the man's body was covered with wounds and bruises of varying sizes, with blood constantly oozing from the wounds, staining his originally white clothes scarlet. He looked utterly miserable and heartbreaking.