I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

Li Chen staggered along as he followed the Black and White Impermanence and continued to move towards the gates of hell. With every step he took, he felt his consciousness gradually becoming clearer.

The dizziness brought by the alcohol was gradually fading from him. This was not difficult for him, who had already cultivated to the level of a saint. Because as long as he did not want to be intoxicated, no one in the world could make him drunk.

As he walked, Li Chen suddenly felt a chill. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a huge sign not far ahead with three eerie characters written on it: "Gate of Hell."

A thick, sinister aura permeated the air, leaving one's hair standing on end. Withered vines entwined like ferocious pythons; ancient trees, their branches and leaves withered, resembled the frail old age of a frail old man. The occasional cries of crows from the branches added a touch of melancholy and terror. The entire scene was utterly desolate, as if this were the end of life, the realm of death.

At that moment, a faint sound of weeping reached Li Chen's ears. It was soft at first, but gradually grew clearer and louder, as if countless wronged souls were lamenting their tragic fates. These cries blended together, forming a symphony of deep sorrow that echoed throughout this desolate land.

"Fairy Hibiscus! Fire-eating poisonous scorpion!"

Li Chen was startled and quickly turned to call out to his companions. However, when he turned around, he found that the Hibiscus Fairy and the Fire-Eating Poison Scorpion, who were supposed to be standing beside him, had disappeared. Instead, there were two unfamiliar figures.

One of them was dressed in white official uniform, his face as pale as paper, a long tongue drooping from his mouth to his chest. On his back was a huge sickle, flashing a cold light. And on his official hat, four striking characters were written: "First sight brings wealth!"

The other man had a ferocious face, a broad and fat body, was short in stature, and had a face as dark as charcoal. On his official hat were four large characters written in bold: "Peace Under Heaven."

Behind him lay an incredibly thick and enormous club. The club was a shiny black, and faintly emanated the shrill and miserable cries and wails of countless wronged souls, as if emanating from the depths of Hell, a terrifying sound.

"Heibai Wuchang!" Li Chen recognized the two figures beside him instantly. Were they none other than the renowned Heibai Wuchang of the underworld? In the game "Dream Westward Journey II," Heibai Wuchang was the powerful boss of the second level, and this level was the first in the game's history to feature two bosses fighting together.

Hearing Li Chen calling out their names, Hei Wuchang's face immediately darkened and he urged in a stern voice: "Since you have recognized my two brothers, why don't you leave quickly! Don't waste time here!" As he spoke, Hei Wuchang stretched out his dry hand like an old branch and pushed Li Chen hard.

However, something astonishing happened! Right in front of him, the man named Li Chen stood firmly in place, as if rooted. His figure was like a towering, majestic Mount Tai, as solid as a rock. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake him in the slightest.

Li Chen's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips, and he slowly said, "I, Li Chen, have now reached the state of a saint. My life span will be as long as the vast universe. I am no longer under the control of the King of Hell!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arm, and a tremendous force instantly gushed out, rushing directly towards the chains, handcuffs, and anklets hanging around his neck. In an instant, these restraints seemed too fragile to withstand a single blow. With a crisp cracking sound, they turned into powder and scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this, Bai Wuchang beside him was furious. His eyes widened as he shouted, "You bold lunatic! This is the gloomy and terrifying underworld. How can you be so reckless and arrogant? As the saying goes, 'If the King of Hell orders you to die at three o'clock, who dares to keep you alive until five?' Today is your death!"

After saying that, he exchanged a glance with Hei Wuchang beside him, nodded in understanding, and then raised their weapons high together, intending to knock Li Chen unconscious first, and then escort him to the Palace of Yama to await his fate.

Facing the aggressive Black and White Impermanence, Li Chen simply sneered, his sarcasm evident in his words: "Haha, it seems my past life didn't teach you how to respect those who truly possess powerful strength?"

As he finished speaking, an unparalleled sagely pressure suddenly emanated from him, sweeping over them like a surging torrent. This overwhelming pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and the Black and White Impermanence felt their legs give out, unable to support themselves any longer. With a thud, they fell to their knees. Their bodies, like two powerless worms, clung to the ground, unable to move.

"Oh my, thank you all so much! I was just thinking of asking the King of Hell for some rare treasures, and now I'm in a great position. I'd appreciate it if you could show me the way!"

Li Chen's face was full of smiles as he spoke these words enthusiastically. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, tilted his head slightly, and reached out to dig at his ears, just like the omnipotent Monkey King Sun Wukong.

In an instant, a golden light flashed, and a long staff shimmering with mysterious light suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes. Li Chen, holding the staff, flashed and leaped into the clouds. Then, with the wind under his feet, he rushed towards the direction of the Hades Palace like a flash of lightning.

Watching Li Chen's retreating figure, the Black and White Impermanence exchanged bewildered glances, silently groaning. After all, just hundreds of years ago, they had made the same mistake—luring the lawless Sun Wukong into the underworld. The result was that Sun Wukong had wreaked havoc in the underworld, not only forcibly destroying all records of monkeys in the Book of Life and Death but also plunging the entire underworld into chaos.

Now, history seemed to be repeating itself, and this fellow, Li Chen, looked even more formidable than Sun Wukong had been. The Black and White Impermanence felt their legs weaken, and for a long moment, they were unable to rise from the ground. After all, the immense, sagely pressure emanating from Li Chen was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on an egg, making it nearly impossible for them to breathe.

At that very moment, Li Chen's mood was incredibly good, as if he were bathed in sunshine. As he walked, his face was filled with an ecstatic smile, his eyebrows dancing with joy, as if he were about to break free and fly into the sky; his eyes sparkled with excitement, shining like the bright stars in the night sky.

While humming a little tune, he happily thought about his next plan in his mind: "Hehe, as long as those Hades can honestly listen to my orders and do their best to help me collect those precious materials that can make zombies stronger, then this trip to the underworld will be really worth it! Maybe there will be an unexpected surprise!" Thinking of this, Li Chen couldn't contain his inner joy and couldn't help laughing with his head raised.

His laughter was like a burst of thunder, suddenly piercing the sky with a deafening roar. The sound echoed back and forth among the clouds, lasting for a long time. From afar, it looked like a giant dragon roaring in the sky, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Under such a beautiful vision, Li Chen's feet were like the wind, and his flying speed became faster and faster, rushing past like a flash of lightning. Almost in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the core area of ​​the Netherworld - the Hall of Yama.