Chapter 615
Endless Darkness!
"You, the supreme ruler of the primordial world!"
Hongjun's voice trembled, and fear finally showed in his eyes.
The figure turned around, smiled faintly at him, and spoke in a loud voice, like a great bell: "Hongjun, you are too slow and too cowardly."
"Since you are unwilling to kill Jiang Wang, and dare not disrupt the westward journey, then let me do it."
"You're insane! If you make a move, the three human saints..."
"Can they stop me?"
The figure chuckled, then vanished completely into the depths of the Auspicious Chaos Realm in a flash. "You can continue playing your revenge game. I'm going to take what belongs to me."
Hongjun stood there, his face as pale as paper.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have... never truly controlled that "primordial power."
An obsession.
……
Hidden Realm.
Jiang Wang closed his eyes and his consciousness sank into the system space.
The light screen flickered, and cold, impersonal numbers came into view.
Experience points: 20 billion.
This was a huge amount of experience points that the system rewarded him with when he redeemed the Purple Cloud Palace.
He originally intended to save his time to break through to the Hunyuan Realm, but now it seems that the Hunyuan Realm is a long way off, so he should focus on surviving first.
"System, open the 'Nine Revolutions Spiritual Treasure Record'."
hum.
An ancient jade book appeared, its pages turning, and the cultivation method for the sixth stage slowly unfolded.
"Sixth Transformation... Physical Proof of the Dao, forging a body of innate supreme treasure, capable of withstanding the God-Destroying Lightning of up to a hundred Great Daos..."
Jiang Wang took a deep breath, his voice low but firm: "Exchange."
"Ding, 11 billion experience points consumed, the sixth stage of the Nine Revolutions Spirit Treasure Record has been successfully cultivated."
boom!
In an instant, his physical body began to undergo a frenzied transformation.
Every inch of flesh, every bone, and every meridian is being reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Beneath the skin, golden runes were faintly visible; these were the Dao patterns of spiritual treasures, a mark only found on innate supreme treasures.
His heartbeat sounded like the tolling of a chaotic bell, and the sound of his blood flowing was like the sound of creation.
The void of the hidden realm was trembling.
Three years.
After three years of seclusion, Jiang Wang's physical body was finally completely stabilized.
He slowly opened his eyes, a golden light flashing in them, and gently clenched his fist.
Click!
The void was instantly crushed.
"The body of a supreme innate treasure... is complete."
Jiang Wang whispered, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.
He stood up, his robes fluttering, his gaze falling on the still cracked Heaven-Swallowing Gourd.
"A million years, right?"
He reached out and gently touched the surface of the gourd with his fingertips. A drop of blood seeped out and merged into the crack.
"A million years is fine, I can wait that long."
“But you, Hongjun…can’t wait.”
……
System space.
Remaining experience points: 9 million.
Jiang Wang's gaze remained calm. With a wave of his hand, three supreme treasures appeared out of thin air.
Tai Chi symbol, Pangu banner, Chaos bell.
The three innate treasures, once known as the Three Treasures of Hongjun, are now all in his hands.
"System, use these three treasures as materials to synthesize the Heaven-Opening Axe."
"Ding! Three innate treasures of extremely high quality have been detected. The success rate of synthesizing the Heaven-Opening Axe is 87%. Confirm?"
"confirm."
hum!
The three treasures vibrated simultaneously and began to slowly merge into one.
The Taiji diagram transformed into the back of the axe, the Pangu Banner into the axe blade, and the Chaos Bell into the axe handle.
Endless primordial energy surged within the system space, as if to recreate the scene of Pangu creating the world.
Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, watching this scene with a blank expression.
Three years, then another three years.
As the last ray of spiritual light merged into the axe, a giant axe, its entire body a chaotic color, yet its blade shimmering with the divine light of creation, finally slowly took shape.
The Axe that Opens the Heavens.
The divine weapon once used by the great god Pangu to create the world has now reappeared in the world.
Jiang Wang reached out and grasped the axe handle.
heavy.
Yet it was just right.
He slowly stood up and lightly swung the axe blade.
Silently, a ten-thousand-foot-wide crack was cleaved open in the barrier of the hidden realm, beyond which lay endless chaotic energy.
Looking at the crack, a genuine smile finally appeared in Jiang Wang's eyes.
"Hongjun, didn't you want to see my human race slowly die out?"
"Let's see who dies first."
He swung his axe backhand and closed the crack again.
Then he turned around and walked towards the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd.
Millions of years of refining begin today.
And Hongjun's doom begins today.
Jiang Wang sat cross-legged in the still chaotic void, surrounded by only faint blue air currents that slowly swirled, like wisps of sighs that refused to leave.
He held the newly acquired Heaven-Opening Axe in his palm, the blade gleaming with an extremely thin, cold light, as if even light falling on it would be cleaved in two.
He extended his left index finger and gently traced a line along the blade.
hiss.
A deep, bone-revealing wound instantly split open at his fingertip. A single drop of black-gold blood seeped out, but it was instantly evaporated by the primordial energy remaining on the axe blade, leaving not a trace of blood.
"What an ax!"
Jiang Wang chuckled softly, his voice filled with a long-lost joy.
His physical body, ever since it was refined into the "Mysterious Yellow Imperishable Body"...
After that, no innate treasure could leave a mark on him.
Even if Donghuang Taiyi himself wielded the Donghuang Bell to smash him, it would only cause his blood and qi to surge, and he would not be able to break through his defenses. But now, this seemingly simple and unadorned Heaven-Opening Axe could easily cut through his flesh.
"The Tai Chi diagram can suppress all things, but it cannot suppress me; the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda can stand on my head and its merits will not be affected, but it cannot protect me from a single axe blow; even the Pangu Banner... I'm afraid it would have to give way."
Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes, and two dark golden lights flashed and went out deep in his eyes. "If I were to really take this axe and kill my way to the Thirty-Three Outer, I'm afraid even those few would have to think twice."
As soon as the thought arose, the sounds of wind and thunder faintly echoed in the chaos, as if heaven and earth were responding to his delusions.
Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, but a lazy smile appeared on his face as he gently shook his head.
"What are you thinking?"
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, placed the axe across his lap, and lightly tapped the back of the axe with his fingertips, producing a very soft "ting-ting" sound.
The sound was like knocking on a long-sealed door.
"That dragon ancestor in the Xuanhuang Realm has lived for countless eons. He could crush my meager cultivation with a mere breath."
Even if I were now physically invincible and could cleave the heavens with an axe, how could I dare to actually run wild beyond the Thirty-Three Realms? Besides…”
He looked up into the depths of the endless void, where a faint golden light was faintly visible. It was the projection of the Journey to the West's luck chains. "I, Jiang, cultivate the Way of Steadfastness. Being steady and slow is the right way."
What's the rush? As long as the Journey to the West doesn't begin and the primordial chaos doesn't dissipate, I can just lie low in the cracks of this great calamity and slowly outlive those few."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud again. His laughter echoed through the chaos, startling a few wisps of gray air, like startled fish.
"My poor, cheap nephew Tang Sanzang is still dealing with the queen in the Western Liang Women's Kingdom."
Two months have passed, and her belly is already swollen, yet she hasn't been tempted by worldly desires... Tsk tsk, her self-control is quite impressive.
Jiang Wang shook his head, his tone full of teasing, "If it were me, I would have banished that queen to the cold palace long ago and become the emperor myself."
After laughing, he composed himself. The wound on his fingertip had slowly healed, leaving only a very faint white mark, like a gust of wind passing through the snow.
He gently tossed the Heaven-Opening Axe, and the axe body transformed into a streak of dark light, shrinking into the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, where he fell into a deep sleep.
"Wait a minute."
He muttered to himself, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "When I have completely refined this axe intent, when I have endured the primordial world for tens of thousands more years... then we'll talk about it."
The chaotic azure energy recoiled, concealing his figure as if nothing had ever happened.
The night was as dark as ink, and the flickering flame in the bronze lamp cast an eerie red glow on the vermilion walls of the room.
Although the curve was not obvious, it was like a blunt knife, cutting into his heart day and night.
Two months, a full two months.
He took the abortion pills three times a day without fail, but the thing in his belly grew bigger and bigger like a poisonous weed that had taken root.
He could even feel that thing occasionally wriggle gently inside his abdomen, as if responding to his fear.
"Amitabha Buddha... Amitabha Buddha..."
Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, his voice hoarse, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He thought he had lost all hope, but when he truly faced death, he found that his will to live was like a wildfire that he could not suppress.
The palace doors were gently pushed open, and the Queen of Xiliang, dressed in plain clothes and barefoot, entered.
Her face showed panic, but her eyes held a deep obsession.
"My dear brother..."
Her voice trembled as she rushed to Tang Sanzang's bedside, reaching out to take his hand, but he instinctively avoided it. "W-Where are you going?"
Tang Sanzang looked up at her, his gaze calm to the point of being indifferent: "This humble monk has made up his mind to commit suicide tonight."
If a demonic fetus is born, it will surely bring calamity to the world.
Though my physical body is defiled, I cannot allow this wicked creature to harm all living beings.
The Queen swayed and almost lost her balance.
She gripped the hem of Tang Sanzang's monk's robe tightly, tears streaming down her face: "No! The medicine hasn't worked yet! Wait a little longer! Please wait a little longer! I'll punish those imperial physicians right now! They're the ones who harmed you!"
She turned to issue an imperial decree to punish him, but then heard hurried footsteps outside the palace.
An old imperial physician was pushed in by the guards, fell to his knees with a thud, and bruised his forehead from hitting the ground.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, spare my life!"
The old imperial physician said in a trembling voice, "The reason why the abortion potion was ineffective is because... because the main ingredient, 'ten-thousand-year-old musk,' is extremely rare! In our desperation, we could only substitute it with three-hundred-year-old spirit musk... Although the dosage was sufficient, it was ultimately not quite right!"
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
Tang Sanzang's lowered eyelashes trembled suddenly, and he slowly raised his head: "Ten thousand years... musk?"
The old imperial physician kowtowed repeatedly: "Indeed! Only after ten thousand years can the fragrance of musk solidify into a tangible form, capable of breaking through all fetal obstacles! If this substance can be found, the fetus can be cured within three days!"
The Queen practically screamed as she lunged forward and grabbed the old royal physician by the collar: "Why didn't you say so sooner?!"
The old imperial physician, with a mournful face, said, "Your Majesty... ten-thousand-year-old musk last appeared in the world a hundred thousand years ago... Now, in all the world, where can one still find it..."
As Tang Sanzang listened, his hands slowly loosened.
He looked down at his slightly protruding belly, his fingertips gently touching it, his voice as soft as a sigh: "So... there's still a glimmer of hope."
The Queen turned abruptly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him: "Royal Brother! Did you hear me? There's still hope! As long as we find the ancient musk, you won't die! You, me, our child... we can all live!"
Tang Sanzang remained silent for a long time, until finally he slowly closed his eyes, his voice low and hoarse but firm: "Wukong."
A flash of golden light appeared outside the hall, and Sun Wukong somersaulted in, still clutching half a peach pit in his hand. Seeing his master's expression was off, he quickly dropped the peach pit and knelt down, saying, "Master, you call me Old Sun?"
Tang Sanzang opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a long-lost ripple: "Wukong, I command you to set off immediately for Dongsheng Shenzhou to find the ten-thousand-year-old musk."
"If I cannot return in a day, I will not return in a day."
Sun Wukong scratched his cheek, his eyes darting between his master's protruding belly and the queen's tear-streaked face. He cursed inwardly, "Here we go again," but grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Alright! Don't worry, Master, I, Old Sun, will search the four seas and eight wastelands to find that incense for you!"
With that, he somersaulted and disappeared into the night sky, leaving behind only a golden trail of flame, like a shooting star piercing the darkness.
Above the Eastern Continent, Sun Wukong rode his somersault cloud eastward, the wind whistling in his ears, but his heart was filled with growing unease.
"Strange... Back when I, Old Sun, wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, there were at least a few immortal mountains and grotto-heavens in this Eastern Continent of Divine Victory. How come now..."
He looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The land below was ravaged and devastated.
The once majestic Ling Mountain has long since collapsed into a huge sinkhole, with black mist churning at the bottom and the faint howls of vengeful spirits echoing from within; the former land of Aolai Kingdom is now just a scorched wasteland, and even the seawater has turned dark red; even Huaguo Mountain... Huaguo Mountain!
Sun Wukong suddenly swooped down, his feet landing on the familiar yet unfamiliar mountain peak. The gravel crunched under his feet, and all he could see were broken walls and ruins.
The three large characters for "Water Curtain Cave" had long been carved away by some immense force, leaving only half of the character for "water."
The words hung crookedly on the stone wall, like a tear of blood about to fall.
He scanned the surrounding area with his sharp eyes, but couldn't see even a single monkey.
The entire Eastern Continent was devoid of immortals and demonic energy, leaving only deathly silence.
Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly, the cudgel humming and vibrating as if responding to its master's anger and bewilderment.
Does the ancient musk still exist?
A night breeze blew by, swirling up a withered leaf that brushed past his feet and drifted into the endless darkness.
Jiang Wang sat cross-legged in the depths of the primordial void, surrounded by the three thousand Great Dao Laws, which were wrapped around him like silk threads. However, with a gentle shake, they all dissipated, as if those supreme rules were nothing more than cloth that could be cut at will before him.
He held the Heaven-Opening Axe in his palm, the chaotic aura flowing on the blade so dense it was almost tangible, and a wisp of extremely fine light inadvertently brushed past his fingertips.
laugh.
There was no pain, only a very light coolness, like a snowflake falling on the skin and then melting away instantly.
But the next moment, a drop of golden-red blood slowly seeped out from the almost invisible wound, hanging in mid-air, and did not fall for a long time.
Within those blood beads, there were strange phenomena of dragons roaring and phoenixes crying, immortals and demons weeping together; with the slightest flicker, countless fragments of the Great Dao were born and destroyed within them.
Jiang Wang lowered his eyes to look at the drop of blood, a very faint smile appearing on his lips.
"Even my physical body can't stop it..."
His physical body has long surpassed the realm of innate treasures. Among the billions of living beings in the primordial world, those who can harm him are few and far between, and those who can make him bleed are almost nonexistent. (End of Chapter)