Chapter 748: Great Sage [Large Cup]

Chapter 749: The Great Sage’s Big Problem!

How should he respond to this?

In the question posed by Jieyin Saint, Li Changshou sensed a faint hint of eagerness, a subtle urge to stir things up.

Was the great saint too afraid to openly defy the Tian Dao and instead venting his dissatisfaction in secret?

Unfortunately, getting him to speak up first was out of the question—no doors, no windows.

Li Changshou pondered for a moment and whispered, “Teacher, your disciple is dim-witted. Do you think… I should remove the Dao realm shackles set by the Tian Dao? Your disciple will follow your instructions completely and doesn’t want to drag you into this trouble.”

He was passing the ball back to the server.

Jieyin Saint clearly hesitated, torn between helping his disciple and offending the Tian Dao.

Li Changshou wasn’t in a hurry; he just waited quietly.

Jieyin Saint sighed, “Not removing the Tian Dao shackles also has its benefits for you.”

Li Changshou: …

If you don’t dare, just say so. He wouldn’t dare mock a saint, though.

The atmosphere in the thatched hut grew a bit stifling. Li Changshou, disguised as Xu Bodhi, sat quietly, waiting for Jieyin Saint to speak.

After a little more than half a day, by which time the battle at Huaguoshan in Dongzhou had already erupted, Jieyin Saint finally spoke, saying slowly, “Bodhi, what are your thoughts on the Fo Men now?”

Li Changshou considered his words carefully before replying, “Teacher, your disciple feels that the Fo Men is somewhat superficial and insubstantial, lacking the grandeur of the Western great teachings. It’s just that your disciple is puzzled—why did you simply concede that day? If you had given me even a word or a glance, your disciple would have…”

Jieyin Saint showed a gentle smile. “It’s all in the past; no need to dwell on it.”

Xu Bodhi sighed, “But Teacher, your disciple truly doesn’t understand.”

Jieyin said, “That day, Yuan Shi Dao brother was nearby, and disciples like Wenshu, sent to Chan Jiao in the early years, no longer have their hearts in the Western Teachings. Though it was embarrassing that day, as their master, I already knew such events would unfold when they returned to Ling Shan. I just didn’t expect that in the end, it would be Duo Bao from Jie Jiao coming to seize control. But the teachings of the Fo Men and the essence of the Buddha Dharma were all established by me; that is the foundation of Western fortunes. They can’t alter or shake it—they can only mix in some Chan Jiao doctrines. Tell me, as their master, did I lose, or did I win?”

Xu Bodhi thought for a while before responding, “Teacher, you certainly won, though the victory was a bit… undignified.”

“And between dignity and survival, which is lighter and which is heavier?”

Jieyin Daoist’s Dao rhythms flowed slowly around him, temporarily isolating the Tian Dao forces nearby.

Jieyin’s eyes showed a touch of emotion as he said softly, “The lifeblood of the Hong Huang world has actually been in the hands of a few beings since ancient times. Fall behind once, and you’re behind forever; make one wrong move, and you perish along the Dao. The creatures of Hong Huang today have no idea of the dangers of ancient times; they think it was an era where innate great powers roamed everywhere and everyone was like a dragon. Bodhi, some things you can’t imagine or comprehend. The Hong Huang world has always followed a predetermined path, with countless beings led by strings, not allowed to stray from it. Those who control the fate of the world have clashed twice: once in ancient times, when my teacher and your master uncle’s teacher perished, and ancestral dragons and primordial phoenixes either fell or were gravely wounded. The second time was in the upper ancient era, when even the unique beings that accompanied Pangu in opening the heavens ultimately turned to dust without a trace. Ah…”

Jieyin Daoist sighed lightly, “In this world, there is no such thing as absolute truth, Bodhi. I truly hope your Dao of Emptiness is correct—that everything arises from emptiness and returns to emptiness.”

“Teacher,” Li Changshou said gently, “The Dao has no right or wrong, no true or false. Emptiness and unity are not the only path.”

Jieyin Daoist gazed at the “Xu Bodhi” before him with a slightly surprised look and smiled, “Bodhi, ever since that person was defeated and left Hong Huang, you’ve truly overcome your inner demons. It’s no wonder your Dao realm has advanced so much after comprehending such truths. The Tian Dao sealing your Dao realm might stem from wariness of you. Throughout history, fewer than a hundred cultivators have reached this level.”

Li Changshou: So now being sealed by the Tian Dao is something to be proud of?

Out of respect for the corporate culture of the Western Teachings, Li Changshou simply lowered his head and acknowledged it.

“Teacher, about my Dao realm…”

Jieyin Saint didn’t elaborate further; instead, he closed his eyes in deep thought, adopting an expression that suggested Li Changshou should figure it out himself.

Li Changshou put on a thoughtful frown, but in his mind, he was calculating how to pit Jieyin against the Tian Dao and distract Dao Ancestor.

If his guess was right, Jieyin was already under Tian Dao surveillance and restraint at this moment.

Was this saint truly content with that?

Li Changshou didn’t believe Jieyin had no thoughts on the matter; their earlier conversation had proven his dissatisfaction with the Tian Dao and Dao Ancestor.

He was just short of outright cursing Dao Ancestor for unjustly seizing power, controlling Hong Huang since ancient times, and binding all beings…

But Jieyin and the Western Teachings he represented lacked the backbone; their doctrines all encouraged endurance. Relying on them to defy the heavens was less reliable than hoping Dao Ancestor would leave the world’s origin on his own.

The thatched hut fell into a long silence.

This reminded Li Changshou of his exchanges with his own teacher in the Tai Qing Temple.

The difference was that his teacher’s silence came from being close to the Great Dao and accustomed to the passage of time.

Here, between Jieyin and Xu Bodhi, it was just plain awkward.

Finally, Jieyin decided it wasn’t a big issue and raised his hand to draw a circle in front of him. Using his saintly power, he observed the situation at Huaguoshan in Dong Sheng Shen Continent.

“Bodhi, your disciple is quite capable. Let’s see how his path unfolds.”

“Yes, Teacher.”

Xu Bodhi agreed, and Jieyin pushed the cloud mirror aside, slowly expanding it so that one wall of the thatched hut turned into a “screen,” displaying the scene of the recent battle at Huaguoshan.

The world was desolate.

Within hundreds of li around Huaguoshan, dozens of battlefields lay strewn with the corpses of demon clans.

When heavenly soldiers died, their bodies turned into points of light, and their spirits returned to the Heavenly Court’s merit pool. If they had enough merit, it could be used to reshape their true forms; if not, they were sent to the six paths of reincarnation to be reborn as celestial beings.

Demon soldiers weren’t so fortunate. Usually, the more powerful great demons would unleash a demon fire that consumed only the bodies, returning dust to dust and earth to earth, while leaving behind treasures and armor for the demon forces cleaning up the battlefield.

At the peak of Huaguoshan, the two fallen banners had been raised again.

The demon kings gathered midway up the mountain, most cheering and celebrating their successful repulse of the heavenly soldiers, but Sun Wukong was nowhere to be seen.

Jieyin Saint’s finger swept across, and the image in the cloud mirror rippled like ink, shifting to the scene inside the Water Curtain Cave.

Sun Wukong’s somewhat slender figure slumped in the stone seat. The cave was empty and dimly lit.

The wings of his Phoenix Feather Purple Gold Crown extended over the back of the stone chair, his monkey face hidden in the shadows, with only the faint golden glow from his chainmail armor remaining, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang still slung over his shoulder.

“Huff…”

The monkey exhaled slowly, his head slightly lowered, lost in thought.

“Great King!”

A sharp voice echoed from outside the Water Curtain Cave—it was some of his monkey subjects coming to invite Sun Wukong to the victory feast.

Sun Wukong waved them off casually, “Today’s battle with Nezha has left your Great King tired. Let the brothers celebrate; I’ll meditate and rest. Don’t let anyone enter.”

The little monkeys were stunned, unsure what was wrong with their Great King, but they had no choice but to obey and scamper away quickly.

The Water Curtain Cave fell silent again. Sun Wukong summoned a bunch of fruits from a pile in the corner and sat there, slowly munching on a banana.

At Ling Shan, in the thatched hut.

Jieyin Saint asked warmly, “Bodhi, has your disciple realized he’s being used by the Heavenly Court?”

Xu Bodhi gave a bitter laugh and said, “Teacher, Wukong is more than just clever; he understands people’s hearts and sees through changes. He might not have realized it while in the midst of things, but now he’s fully aware of the problems.”

“Oh?”

Jieyin Saint gazed at Sun Wukong’s figure in the cloud mirror. “Then, can he find a way to break the situation?”

“This is a trap set by Dao Ancestor; it’s beyond him,” Xu Bodhi said, hesitating slightly.

Jieyin Saint nodded slightly, his eyes filled with a touch of emotion.

Before Xu Bodhi arrived, he hadn’t paid attention to the Dongzhou battles or to this Stone Monkey, who should have been closely linked to the Western Teachings’ fortunes.

It was only because he and his disciple had nothing else to discuss that he decided to peek at the monkey’s situation.

This glance stirred something in Jieyin, as if he had found some kind of opportunity.

Through the cloud mirror opened by the saint, Li Changshou got a good look at Sun Wukong.

He could understand the pressure on Sun Wukong and sense his current predicament, worrying that it might change the monkey’s temperament.

Thus, the light in Xu Bodhi’s eyes was full of a master’s concern for his disciple.

Jieyin Saint noticed this and smiled, his eyes flickering as he gently moved his finger again, changing the scene in the cloud mirror.

This time, it showed the situation within the dark clouds above Huaguoshan.

Jieyin said, “Watch more; maybe you’ll find a chance to help him.”

“Thank you, Teacher,” Li Changshou said softly. “But Dao Ancestor has strictly forbidden your disciple from interfering further in Wukong’s affairs. I can only watch…”

Jieyin nodded slightly without saying more.

From the scene, sounds of flames exploding rang out.

Nezha, with the Qian Kun Circle slung across his shoulder and standing on the Wind Fire Wheels, leaped over the heads of the heavenly generals and rushed to Li Jing, who was discussing the battle with his officers.

“Father! Why this military strategy? I don’t understand!”

Li Jing frowned at Nezha and said calmly, “Don’t charge around in the army. Go and receive five lashes from the thunder whip yourself later.”

“Yes…”

Nezha acknowledged, bowed in apology to the surrounding heavenly generals, then stepped forward, his delicate face flushed with anger.

“Father, in all these battles, why do we always let Sun Wukong escape?”

Li Jing replied, “Sun Wukong is extraordinarily brave, clever in combat, and has excellent escape techniques. If I could take him down easily, I would have done so already. Why would I need you to remind me?”

Nezha clenched his fists, facing Li Jing and the heavenly generals behind him.

He said firmly, “Father, I could suppress Sun Wukong alone, but every time I try to use my killing aura form, you order a retreat! Father, why drag out what could be a quick victory and let our soldiers bleed in vain? If the Heavenly Court wants to gather the demon clans and wipe out their vitality, we could just mobilize troops to seal off the four corners of the Five Parts Continents and crush all the demons! Why resort to such deceitful schemes?”

“Enough!”

Li Jing sternly rebuked, “Don’t spout nonsense, or you’ll face military law and heavenly regulations!”

Flames appeared in Nezha’s pupils: “Father, I’ll go capture Sun Wukong right now!”

“Without the marshal’s order, no one is to engage!”

“Father!”

Nezha gripped his Fire-tipped Spear tightly, the flames on his Wind Fire Wheels flaring up.

“Stand down,” Li Jing said with a stern face, his authority absolute. “That’s an order.”

“Hmph.” Nezha turned and left, clearly resentful.

Li Jing said gravely, “Send two generals to keep an eye on Nezha and make sure he doesn’t cause trouble.”

“Yes!”

Two golden immortal realm heavenly generals responded and turned to follow Nezha.

Once Nezha was gone, Li Jing let out a breath and said, “Continue reporting today’s casualties from each unit.”

The heavenly generals acknowledged, and the officer who had been speaking resumed his report on the day’s losses.

Watching this scene in the heavenly army, Li Changshou felt a slight sense of relief, though Xu Bodhi’s expression showed some inner conflict.

He was relieved for Nezha’s untainted Dao heart and his insistence on what was right and wrong, as well as for Li Jing’s composure and steadiness.

From Nezha’s perspective, he was concerned about the casualties of the heavenly soldiers.

From Li Jing’s standpoint, he had to balance orders from above and the morale of his troops, bearing heavy pressure while holding firm.

However, based on his understanding of Nezha, Li Changshou knew that Nezha not causing trouble next was highly unlikely.

Jieyin Saint dispersed the cloud mirror temporarily, his eyes full of emotion.

Li Changshou asked, “Teacher, what’s on your mind?”

“Bodhi, tell me—have your master uncle and I been on the wrong path all along, busy as we were with converting people to strengthen the Western Teachings?”

Jieyin Daoist said, “Seeing Nezha today suddenly made me realize that when we took disciples before, it was only to bolster the Western Teachings’ fortunes and solidify its foundations, but we neglected the matter of true transmission. As for Wukong, we won’t count him, but the third-generation disciples of the Western Teachings are utterly useless. Chan Jiao has Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi; Jie Jiao has Huo Ling, Yu Yuan, and countless others. Only our Western Teachings… In the end, I even misplaced my trust in a Hong Meng beast, leading to today’s bitter fruits.”

“Teacher,” Li Changshou said soothingly, “You and Master Uncle had no choice back then.”

“Never mind,” Jieyin Daoist shook his head. “Now there’s no Western Teachings, only the Fo Men left. Bodhi, you’re exceptionally wise. Do you have a way to save Wukong?”

“Teacher, there’s no method,” Li Changshou replied quickly. “But I believe the Tian Dao won’t truly harm Wukong’s life.”

Jieyin pinched his fingers to calculate, soon falling into deep thought, as if divining the heavenly secrets around Sun Wukong.

—With the great calamity dispersed, there was no interference from calamity luck in divination.

The more he calculated, the deeper his brow furrowed.

“Strange, why is Sun Wukong’s fate different from what I calculated before?”

With that, Jieyin’s saintly Dao rhythms grew thicker, and he slowly manipulated his left hand’s fingers, summoning a surge of Tian Dao power—though it appeared within his own body.

Clearly, this was invoking the power of the Hong Meng Purple Qi.

Li Changshou waited quietly, though he was keeping track in his mind.

According to his calculations, Nezha’s temper would have flared up by now, and he was probably already charging toward Huaguoshan. Those two golden immortal realm heavenly generals wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Who was Nezha? A figure whose physical body entered the Feng Shen List, a renowned god of the Heavenly Court, Yuan Shi Tian Zun’s grand-disciple, and the disciple of the Great Yin-Yang Master!

Even if scolded by his own father, his master would back him up. At worst, he could quit being a god and return to the mountains for a carefree life of cultivation, sleep, and hunting rabbits.

Li Changshou even suspected that Li Jing was deliberately provoking Nezha.

Upon reflection, that possibility was quite high.

Li Jing cared deeply for Nezha and usually explained things patiently when they disagreed, rather than issuing a cold order like “military command.”

Yes, Li Jing didn’t want to continue this war, but he couldn’t openly defy orders from above.

Letting Nezha disrupt the plans of certain heavenly officials would end the Huaguoshan conflict quickly, with benefits outweighing risks.

Li Changshou was timing it in his heart; in that moment, they might have already clashed, and in a few breaths, one side could be injured.

But he could only wait for Jieyin Saint to reopen the cloud mirror.

Given that Jieyin was using Tian Dao for divination, the Tian Dao and Dao Ancestor might be watching them, so to be safe, he didn’t shift his focus to Huaguoshan.

It was wiser; even if he saw the details, he couldn’t help anyway.

Finally…

After half an hour of divination, Jieyin Saint’s face showed relief, and he said, “Don’t worry, Wukong has great opportunities, closely tied to the prosperity of the Fo Men. He won’t face much trouble.”

With that, he casually pointed, opening the long-awaited cloud mirror for Li Changshou.

Li Changshou thought to himself that it was as expected, though his eyes showed genuine worry.

At dusk, by the East Sea coast in a forested area.

Large swathes of forest had turned to ashes, the ground cracked, and rocks shattered.

A figure enveloped in black aura hovered in the air, extending six arms and wielding various weapons, unleashing a storm of attacks downward.

Sun Wukong, holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, struggled to hold his ground, his feet sinking into the earth’s layers, his surroundings forming a massive pit.

“Sun Wukong!”

Nezha shouted coldly, “Do you really think I can’t beat you?”

Sun Wukong sneered, but under the suppression of Nezha’s six-armed form and numerous treasures, he couldn’t counterattack from below.

This was pure suppression—through treasures and magical power.

Sun Wukong’s eyes held some doubt.

He had fought Nezha many times before and was familiar with his fighting style, having seen the six-armed form.

But today, for the first time, Sun Wukong saw such dense killing aura around Nezha, and for the first time, he saw Nezha’s pupils turn blood-red.

Was this the boy’s true strength?

Indeed, the Heavenly Court was just using him, the Great Sage, as bait to lure more demons, then wipe them out in one go.

As Big Brother Niu had secretly reminded him, there was no justice or fairness in this world. The demon clans were enemies of the Heavenly Court, which aimed to eradicate their main forces.

Indeed, he couldn’t protect Huaguoshan.

The thunderous booms and sword whistles continued.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang trembled as it desperately blocked Nezha’s onslaught of treasures.

The tremendous force scattered in all directions, collapsing the surrounding earth and rocks. Even with the strange power mixed in the earth—presumably the Tian Dao force meant to protect the world—it was being shattered by the shockwaves of their battle.

That power—Sun Wukong had once quietly asked his brothers about it; it was the Tian Dao force, responsible for safeguarding the world.

Tian Dao.

In the monkey’s understanding, it was basically the Heavenly Court’s Dao, the Heavenly Court’s laws, the rules set by the Heavenly Court.

His master hadn’t taught him that, but it was probably something like that.

Earlier, he had been ignorant of the heights and, after encountering some heavenly generals, thought the Heavenly Court was nothing special.

But when the Heavenly Court’s army pressed in, Sun Wukong realized that only he could fight them at Huaguoshan; his monkeys couldn’t face such vast numbers of heavenly soldiers.

That was his first taste of pressure.

The pressure of being a king.

When the heavenly army arrived, those old demons who had come to join him left, and he didn’t mind.

Huaguoshan was free—come if you want, leave if you want. He wouldn’t force other demons to do anything or owe favors.

But over the past few months, he suddenly realized that if there were more allies, Huaguoshan’s situation might improve.

Gradually, Sun Wukong found that things weren’t as simple as he thought.

The Heavenly Court’s strength was unfathomable; their battle formations were like grinding wheels of life, capable of wiping out swathes of demon soldiers and experts once activated.

His own proud strength would likely be suppressed directly in such formations.

Yet, the Heavenly Court only sent Nezha or a few other warriors to fight him, without using those formations.

Then, during a drunken night a few days ago, Big Brother Niu, in his inebriated state, whispered some words that left Sun Wukong disheartened.

“Wise brother, do you know Nezha’s rank among the Heavenly Court’s experts? This number… at most thirtieth. You’re still young; don’t let the demons use you, and don’t let the Heavenly Court use you. If they really wanted to eliminate you, they wouldn’t need troops—just the Ten Directions Heavenly Punishments, and Huaguoshan would be gone in an instant. You’re just a pawn, used to plot against the demons, luring more experts to Huaguoshan as sacrifices, especially those ancient old demons hiding underground.”

Nezha, thirtieth at most?

Sun Wukong looked up at the figure shrouded in killing aura in the air, his Ruyi Jingu Bang trembling in his grip.

Pawn, plot, ancient old demons… Huaguoshan, sacrifices…

Would his own Huaguoshan become a burial ground for the demons?

Would his monkeys turn to dust and ashes?!

Was this the power of heaven?

It truly made this demon king feel suffocated.

Sun Wukong had thought for several nights, seeking a way out, trying to find a gap in the Heavenly Court’s encirclement and the demons’ entanglements.

He tried to think, to analyze, but the more he thought and analyzed, the more he realized that Huaguoshan was headed for a tragic end.

The Heavenly Court was feigning weakness, and the demons were blinded by their string of victories.

More and more demon tribes were flocking to Huaguoshan; the voices of the monkeys had become negligible, and they had suffered losses in the battles.

“Maybe I’m not a good king.”

Sun Wukong thought to himself, the golden light in his eyes dimming slightly as the Ruyi Jingu Bang pressed closer to his face.

Nezha’s attacks grew even fiercer, his killing aura rolling like waves and condensing into a dark shadow of himself.

As twilight fell.

Li Changshou stared at the scene in the cloud mirror; he could almost feel the monkey’s inner struggle, knowing it was a mental barrier Sun Wukong had to overcome.

The title of Great Sage wasn’t something you could just claim.

And Beautiful Monkey King wasn’t merely a name; for this stone monkey adopted by the monkeys, it was a responsibility.

But was Nezha’s firepower a bit too intense?

He hadn’t expected that the killing aura planted by Zhun Ti Saint in Yin Madam back then would end up empowering this Heavenly Court warrior in combat.

Palm and back of the hand were both flesh; Li Changshou couldn’t bear to see either injured.

Jieyin Saint watched the “Xu Bodhi” before him with a smile and lightly tapped, splitting the cloud mirror into two scenes.

The left side still showed Nezha urging his killing aura form to suppress the monkey with treasures; the right side revealed the high-altitude clouds, where Li Jing and the heavenly soldiers and generals were.

There, the heavenly generals were pressuring from above, blocking the demon kings who wanted to aid Sun Wukong, putting immense pressure on the demons and potentially sparking another battle at any moment.

Li Jing, however, only watched Nezha, monitoring how the killing aura affected his Dao heart and ready to activate the treasure pagoda in his hand at any time.

A heavenly general nearby whispered whether they should assist Nezha, but Li Jing stopped him.

“Just watch,” Li Jing said. “Nezha still has strength to spare.”

The heavenly generals exchanged puzzled glances.

By the seashore, the Tian Dao force had manifested, overlaying the ground with a shallow grid.

Sun Wukong was half-buried in the earth, the massive pit around him spanning dozens of li.

Nezha stood firm in the air, his thrown treasures unrelenting in force, their frequency even subtly increasing.

Blood stained Sun Wukong’s palm; his indestructible body was shaken by the force transmitted through the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

“Wise brother, we’re just a few golden immortals…”

Big Brother Niu’s voice seemed to echo in his ears.

“Even Da Luo isn’t much in the Heavenly Court; beyond that, there are all sorts of realms. We’re just pawns pushed out by the demons. What are we fighting for? Just have some fun. When it’s time to go, go; when it’s time to slip away, slip away. The Hong Huang world is vast; fly beyond the Five Parts Continents.”

This thought surged in Sun Wukong’s mind, becoming unstoppable.

But how could he leave?

The demon kings probably wouldn’t allow it, and he couldn’t take all his monkeys with him. Huaguoshan was his root, where he was born; it was his homeland.

How could he just leave?

Out of fear of the Heavenly Court? Fear of the immortals and gods?

Yes, at some point, fear had crept into his Dao heart—fear of such a force as the Heavenly Court.

Wanting to protect his monkeys was just an excuse; those close to him had mostly grown old and died while he sought immortality.

It was all just fear in his Dao heart, a crack in it.

It was because his own strength was insufficient that he was in this predicament.

Why?!

This vast world had no place for him!

And why?!

The Heavenly Court dominates everything; give them a bit of defiance, and you’re labeled a rebel!

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and let out a heavy hum, golden flames appearing in his eyes as blood from his palm and the tiger’s mouth burst with golden light!

The Qian Kun Circle smashed down, but Sun Wukong sank the Ruyi Jingu Bang with his right hand, gripping it in reverse and propping it in front of him.

Golden light erupted from his forehead, and the streaming attacks from the air smashed toward his face without mercy, but they were all deflected by the golden light around him!

Indestructible Golden Soul!

A phantom shadow, dozens of zhang tall and shaped like an ape, appeared behind Sun Wukong, roaring up at Nezha in the air.

“Just showboating.”

Nezha gripped his Fire-tipped Spear, Qian Kun Circle, Hun Tian Ling, Gold Brick, and Yin-Yang Sword, with the shadow of his demonic self emerging behind him as he dove from the air.

Demonic flames soared, yet merit power still encircled him!

The ape phantom behind Sun Wukong clenched its fists and smashed the ground. Sun Wukong’s figure shot up from deep in the earth, enveloped by the giant ape!

Sun Wukong swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang with both hands toward Nezha, while the giant ape punched at the demonic shadow!

“Great King, when will you achieve immortality?”

“Great King, Huaguoshan is famous across the Five Parts Continents now!”

“Great King… Great King…”

“Wukong.”

Sun Wukong’s eyes filled with golden light, and a tremendous aura suddenly burst from his body!

So what if the heavens are high? So what if the earth is thick?

The heavens were within reach, the earth underfoot!

The Heavenly Court is strong? Then he’d storm the Heavenly Court and plant his banner on the Ling Xiao Treasure Hall!

He was the Great Sage, Sun Wukong!

Look to the skies!

The two figures collided violently, waves rippling in all directions as the golden ape and dark demonic shadow exploded simultaneously, making many heavenly generals’ eyelids twitch!

A light shout and a furious roar followed, then the clash of weapons.

Thunder surged chaotically, heavenly fire spread wildly.

In the midst of the booms, Nezha’s figure flew backward through the air, spitting blood and with a dent in his chest.

Sun Wukong’s body fell toward the earth, a nail-sized bloody hole on his forehead, making his face even more ferocious.

Both stopped almost simultaneously and charged at each other again!

The demons’ shouts were noisy and piercing, while drums thundered behind the heavenly generals.

Li Jing gripped the sword at his waist, ready to break the balance at any moment.

Right then!

“Stop! Both of you, stop at once!”

In the twilight, a figure in white robes appeared at the edge of the battlefield, holding up a decree.

“By order of Jade Emperor, the Beautiful Monkey King Sun Wukong is appointed as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, to receive salary in the Heavenly Court! Construct the Great Sage Equaling Heaven Palace!”

“Get lost!”

Nezha and Sun Wukong shouted in unison at the old immortal’s figure, leaving the immortals and demons in the sky stunned.

(End of Chapter)