From Godhood to the Heavens

Inside the devastated Spirit Time Room, a figure knelt on the ground, large wads of sweat pouring down his face, panting heavily.

He glanced at the figure of the special forces soldier, nodded, and said, "Your method is indeed effective!"

"Then let's not rest, let's take this opportunity to get started!"

Fang Ping's lips twitched, and then he said, "Damn, he's pushing himself too hard!"

"Pah, don't think I don't know what you're planning. You definitely don't want to accept this memory. I can't be the only one suffering!"

Fang Ping said helplessly, "We're all on the same side, why hurt each other!"

"You're right, so hurry up! The stronger I am, the more at ease you'll feel when you're having fun!"

His lips twitched, and he slowly stood up. A portal appeared before his eyes. He glanced helplessly at the special forces template, then his figure instantly transformed into a mosquito, and flew towards the portal.

In the blink of an eye, they traversed heaven and earth and arrived in the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons.

Instead of expanding his spiritual energy, he focused intently on sensing the energy within all living beings.

Ignore everything else nearby; only beneath the reclining Buddha statue, seemingly buried deep underground, a faint aura appeared in Fang Ping's mind.

The mosquito vanished in the next instant and reappeared in a cave.

Looking down, a grotesque figure with sparse hair and tattered clothes, resembling more a monkey than a human, lay on a stone chair, staring blankly at the ray of sunlight peeking through the cave entrance, a straw dangling from its mouth.

Imprisoned under the Five Finger Mountain, time seemed to drag on endlessly. Despite trying every possible method, the seal above acted like shackles, firmly restricting everything Sun Wukong did.

His once all-powerful magic seemed to have lost its power, and his indestructible body was as fragile as the weakest old farmer, weaker than the weakest monkey on Flower Fruit Mountain.

A buzzing sound filled his ears, and the demon king Sun Wukong suddenly came to his senses, a wide smile appearing on his lips. He had been in this cave for a long time, and today he had actually discovered another living creature, which was simply unbelievable.

If he still had his keen eyesight, he should be able to see through the mosquito's true form at a glance.

Unable to resist swallowing hard, his stomach rumbling, the Demon King Sun Wukong said, "Even a small mosquito is still meat! Heaven has opened its eyes and let me have a bite!"

As he spoke, he jumped up and reached out to grab the mosquito in the air. However, to Sun Wukong's surprise, he grabbed nothing.

"Hehe, that's interesting!" Demon King Sun Wukong squatted on the stone table, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his eyes filled with icy coldness as he looked at the mosquito that had suddenly disappeared.

"What kind of demons and monsters dare to be so insolent in front of me, Old Sun!"

A deep voice rang out, and the eyes of the Demon King Sun Wukong were filled with blood red, his anger almost burning everything away.

"Such a low-level transformation technique, such a crude method of invisibility, and you dare to show it off?"

Fang Ping completely ignored it, feeling only helpless rage as he sensed the murderous aura emanating from that figure.

With a fleeting thought, he instantly appeared behind the Demon King Sun Wukong, staring at his back. A streak of silver light pierced his spine, and blood gushed out. With a single thought, he collected a large amount of blood into his backpack.

The demon king Sun Wukong was furious. The other party completely ignored him. What kind of lowly demon dared to disregard him?

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back and tried to reach out to grab it, but his short stature prevented him from reaching it, which made him even angrier.

"Get out here, Old Sun!"

The demon king Sun Wukong rolled around in anger, punching and kicking the air repeatedly, even banging on the stone walls and tables, stirring up countless clouds of dust.

His fists were bleeding profusely, his face contorted in pain, and he roared, "See my fists, the size of sandbags? Don't push me too far!"

As if performing a solo act, nothing changed inside the cave, and even the blood flowing from the fist continued to disappear into thin air.

The humiliation of being mocked kept assaulting his mind. The demon king Sun Wukong knelt down with a thud and said in a low voice, "Come out, let's have a good talk. Whatever you want, I can give you!"

"A little blood, consider it a chance to make friends. I, Old Sun, am not some stingy monkey..."

The rambling words echoed continuously within the cave, yet there was never any response.

After a while, the blood flowing from the wound increased, and Sun Wukong's face even turned pale and bluish. He squatted on the ground, swaying and about to fall.

Fang Ping ignored him. The bloodline collection was complete. The only valuable thing Sun Wukong had left was his cultivation method!

If we can get our hands on it, it will be a huge gain for both myself and the special forces template.

"Want to give it a try?"

It has to be said that this is truly the best opportunity. At present, Sun Wukong is almost at the mercy of others. If it weren't for the journey to the West, where Buddha needed to temper Sun Wukong's character, how could Fang Ping possibly have the chance to gain anything from Sun Wukong, who would have already become an immortal?

With a slight thought, a voice entered Sun Wukong's ears. Sun Wukong, who had already despaired and thought that the little demon had left, suddenly showed surprise on his face!

"Sun Wukong, do you want to get out?"

"Yes, of course I want to. I, Old Sun, am so anxious about it that I can't sleep at night. I'm almost going crazy."

Great Immortal, if you're willing to let me, Old Sun, out, I'm willing to become your disciple and serve you. If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west; if you tell me to catch a chicken, I'll never chase a dog.

Please, great immortal, let me out!

Fang Ping chuckled and then said, "I'm not interested in what you've said. As long as you're willing to hand over your cultivation method to me, I'll let you out immediately!"

The Demon King Sun Wukong's expression became incredibly interesting, but he quickly regained his smile and said with a bright smile, "Alright, alright! As long as you let me out, I will immediately teach you the cultivation method!"

Fang Ping frowned slightly. This damned monkey was despicable and cunning. He would use people when he needed them and turn on them when he didn't. He was no pushover either.

If we release him first, he might just strangle us. Why would we wait for him to teach us cultivation methods?

"Write down the cultivation method first. With your strength, I'm not comfortable with you. I'll release you first!"

"No, Immortal, you can inquire about my reputation. I am known throughout the world, and my word is as good as gold. You must believe me!"