Chapter 617
Let's keep to ourselves!
"what--!"
Tang Sanzang cried out in pain, his ten fingers digging into the bed board, his whole body curled up into a ball, his monk's robe instantly soaked with sweat.
"Master!"
Wukong was so shocked that his soul almost left his body. He was about to smash Tang Sanzang's abdomen with his staff when the Bodhisattva stopped him.
"Stop! If you harm the fetus, your master's primordial spirit will immediately disintegrate!"
"Then what?!"
Wukong paced anxiously around the room, his monkey hair standing on end. "I've never felt so frustrated in my entire life!"
The Bodhisattva took a deep breath, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: "There is only one way... the fragrance of ten-thousand-year-old immortal musk can protect his heart meridian and forcibly suppress the fetus from absorbing cultivation... but that immortal musk has long since disappeared from the Three Realms..."
Tang Sanzang gasped for breath, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth, yet he still gripped Wukong's sleeve with all his might, his voice weak but firm: "Wukong... if anything happens to your master... you... you don't have to worry about me... go quickly... with the golden headband on... you'll never be able to turn your life around..."
Wukong was jolted awake, and a thunderous roar filled his mind.
He suddenly remembered the golden headband on his head. As long as Tang Sanzang died, this golden headband would never be removed. He, Sun Wukong, would be a prisoner controlled by the Bodhisattva and Tathagata forever!
He looked down at his master's pale yet compassionate face, a mix of emotions welling up inside him. For a fleeting moment, a thought he'd never considered before arose: if his master were truly dead… this golden headband… wouldn't it…
He shook his head violently, suppressing the terrible thought, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Master, don't talk nonsense! I, Old Sun, will go find the Ten-Thousand-Year Immortal Musk Deer right now! I'll find it for you no matter where you are!"
But as he turned to leave, a fleeting moment of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
He didn't even realize his momentary hesitation, but the Bodhisattva saw it all.
The Bodhisattva lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.
Meanwhile, in the far north, at the Qilin Cave in Juye.
A thick, impenetrable black mist silently seeped out from a hidden crack at the bottom of the cave.
Seven-colored auspicious light flowed within the crack, leading to the legendary "Auspicious Chaos Realm".
channel.
The black mist writhed and silently slipped into the crack, only to be instantly swallowed by the auspicious light.
The next instant, the black mist appeared in a completely unfamiliar chaos.
There is no desolate, ancient stillness here, but rather boundless vitality and bustle.
Looking out, countless "worlds" of all sizes float in the chaos, some as small as a mustard seed, others as large as a star field, separated by billions of miles, yet connected by some mysterious rules.
Between the worlds, there are golden roads that stretch across the land, celestial ships and spirit vessels that travel back and forth, and divine beasts and birds that soar through the heavens. The prosperity of the world far surpasses that of the primordial era.
The black mist trembled slightly, revealing a blurry human face—it was none other than the Supreme Primordial Being.
He looked around, his greed almost tangible.
This is the paradise he has always dreamed of!
"The primordial wilderness... is nothing but a barren wasteland."
He murmured softly, his voice hoarse and excited, "And this is the real treasure trove."
His form vanished, his entire being transforming into the purest "nothingness."
This state of being is a unique talent of his family, allowing any divine sense to perceive it as if it were a flower in the mist or the moon in the mirror.
Sure enough, three Qilins at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level were patrolling nearby, their breaths exhaling auspicious energy that shook the void, yet they were completely unaware of him.
The Supreme Being of the Primordial World chuckled silently and drifted quietly toward a remote, small world.
That world was only the size of a bullet, with sparse spiritual energy, and only a few Golden Immortals were stationed inside, making it the perfect prey.
He wants to take it one step at a time.
First, devour these small worlds, drain their essence, and then use these worlds as a foundation to penetrate larger worlds, ultimately... turning the entire Auspicious Chaos Realm into his nourishment!
Once he has absorbed all the energy of this chaos, it will be time for him to return to the primordial world.
At that time, who can stop him? Quasi-saints? Saints? They're nothing but pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!
The black mist completely disappeared into that small world, and all was silent.
Meanwhile, in the post station of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom, another baby's cry came from Tang Sanzang's womb, this time so clear that the entire room could hear it.
Wukong stood frozen at the doorway, his hand gripping the golden cudgel trembling slightly.
The Bodhisattva gazed at the twilight gradually settling outside the window and sighed softly.
Night fell.
Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on a broken stone platform deep in the void, his body surrounded by chaotic energy that surged and receded slowly like a tide, as if even his breathing was in sync with the pulse of this auspicious chaotic world.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, a faint blue light flickering between his brows. It was the stone mirror connecting with his soul, reflecting a scene from billions of miles away.
This place, known as the Auspicious Chaos Realm Center, is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy, the most numerous saints, and the most intricately rooted top forces among the countless subordinate Chaos Realms of the Primordial World.
Looking out, in the distance, auspicious nine-colored light soars into the sky; nearby, innate spiritual roots take root in the void, their roots like dragons, breathing out auspicious clouds; even more powerful is the old Qilin of the ninth heaven of the Dao Saint, dozing on a cloud bed, with each breath causing the creation and destruction of billions of miles of chaos.
Further away, one can vaguely see the Daoist temple of the Primordial Saint suspended in the heavens, pressing down on the void and causing it to bend slightly.
Such a precious place, yet Jiang Wang could not stay.
He is currently only at the peak of the seventh level of the Strength Saint realm. If his whereabouts are exposed, within half a day, more than a dozen old monsters of the eighth and ninth levels will follow his aura to capture him, search his soul, refine his treasures, or even directly suppress him as material for his natal divine power.
Even if Jiang Wang were an unparalleled genius, he would never dare to confront these ancient beings who had lived for countless eons here.
"We can only go to remote places..."
He murmured softly, his fingertips gently stroking the stone mirror between his brows. The mirror surface rippled like water, reflecting an old and obsequious face—it was none other than Duzun Tianhuang, the ninth steward of the Duzun family.
"My dear child, hahaha, your uncle has finally finished building the interdimensional teleportation array for you!"
The old face in the mirror grinned from ear to ear, and his voice penetrated the stone mirror and entered Jiang Wang's soul, "Last time you said you would provide support, but those old guys in the family dragged their feet and insisted that you give them 70% of the Primordial World's profits before they would lend a hand, which infuriated your uncle! This time it's different. Your uncle personally took action and built the formation steadily in just half a day. As long as you give your uncle 20% of the profits afterward, your uncle guarantees that you will leave the Auspicious Chaos Realm safely!"
Jiang Wang lowered his eyelashes, concealing the sinister glint in his eyes.
Two days ago, when he was driven to the brink of despair and asked his family for help, this Ninth Deacon and a group of elders sneered, saying that he, Jiang Wang (no, now he should be called the Supreme Being of the Primordial World), was just an outer disciple. Why should the family devote all their efforts to him? Either hand over 70% of the Primordial World's fortune, or fend for yourself.
At that time, he was all alone and was besieged by the three saints of the Qilin Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Xuanwu Clan, and almost lost his soul.
But now, just because the Ninth Deacon wanted a share of the profits, he built the interdimensional teleportation array in half a day, and all he wanted was 20% of the profits.
"...Thank you, Uncle Jiu." Jiang Wang's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Oh, no need to thank me! He's my own nephew!"
The Ninth Deacon smiled even more obsequiously, then suddenly lowered his voice, "By the way, Uncle has also prepared a big gift for you this time."
Your cousin Wubai was just promoted to an inner disciple by the elders, his talent is unparalleled! He's barely reached the fifth level of the Strength Saint realm, yet he's already mastered the 'Invincible Golden Body.' Everyone in the family says he'll definitely reach the Hunyuan realm in the future! This time, I've decided to let him go with you to the Primordial World for training, hahaha, it'll broaden his horizons and prevent that kid from being so arrogant in the family all the time!"
Jiang Wang's fingertips trembled slightly.
Unrivaled and undefeated... that "prodigy" who was pampered by his family and nurtured with countless resources since childhood.
He entered the Saint Realm at the age of five, reached the sixth level at ten, and the seventh level at fifteen. Now, at only twenty-three years old, he is already at the peak of the fifth level of the Saint Realm of Strength, and possesses the "Invincible Golden Body," making him almost invincible among his peers.
The family elders would boast to everyone they met: "Our family's most outstanding talent is a once-in-a-millennium prodigy!"
And what about Duzun Wubai? Although they were from the same collateral lineage, his talent was no less than that of Duzun Wubai, but because his mother came from a humble background, he was ostracized, suppressed, and deprived of resources from a young age.
If he hadn't single-handedly broken through the outer sect and seized the core inheritance, would he have been allowed to change his name to "Primordial" and be given the Stone Mirror?
Now, even the invincible ruler who rose to power by stepping on him since childhood wants to share his primordial fortune.
Jiang Wang slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of crazy blood light disappeared deep in his pupils.
"Okay."
He chuckled softly, his voice gentle and warm, "But the prehistoric world is now fraught with danger. The Qilin Clan, the Dragon Clan, and the Phoenix Clan all have Primordial Saints in charge. Although Brother Wubai is highly talented, he is still young. Doesn't Uncle Jiu feel sorry for him?"
"Feel sorry for him? Hahaha!"
The Ninth Deacon, carrying large bags, said, "That brat Wubai has the Wubai Golden Body; who can hurt him? Besides, with you, his older brother, protecting him, how could anything happen to him? Wang'er, just take him with you without worry! Uncle will be waiting for your triumphant return!"
Jiang Wang gave a soft "Mmm".
With a soft sound, his fingertips silently traced the edge of the stone mirror, sending an almost imperceptible wisp of divine thought deep into the mirror's surface.
"Uncle Jiu, I'll send you the coordinates of the teleportation array later. You can have someone activate it."
"Okay! Uncle will wait for your news!"
The stone mirror dimmed, and the connection was severed.
Jiang Wang slowly stood up, and the chaotic energy under the broken stone platform was forced to dissipate slightly by the chilling killing intent emanating from his body.
He looked down at his palm, where a palm-sized stone mirror lay quietly. It was his only proof of connection with his family, and also the "Mist Concealment Divine Power" innate to the Duzun family bloodline.
The nemesis, the developing mirror.
The Mirror of Mirroring Stone is a bloodline supernatural power that specifically counters the ability of the Duzun family to conceal themselves through fog. Once someone comes into contact with its powder, they will be unable to fog up within half a quarter of an hour, and their form will be completely revealed, like a torch in the night.
Jiang Wang flicked his fingertips, and a tiny bit of silvery-white stone powder slowly seeped from the edge of the stone mirror. It was as fine as dust, yet it shimmered with an eerie brilliance in the void.
With a flick of his finger, the stone dust dispersed like smoke, silently merging into the pre-set teleportation coordinates, evenly covering an area of ten meters in radius.
After doing all this, he took out a communication jade slip, tapped it with his fingertip, and quietly sent out a coordinate.
The coordinates are located in the deepest part of the Auspicious Chaos Realm, on the outskirts of the Qilin Clan's ancestral land. There are as many as seventeen old Qilins at the eighth level of the Power Saint realm and above, and three at the ninth level. They are in seclusion year-round, but their divine senses cover hundreds of millions of miles, and they will be awakened at the slightest disturbance.
The light from the teleportation array was enough to be instantly detected by powerful figures within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles.
Jiang Wang put away the jade slip, a smile that was almost eerie curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Wubai... I'll take you to a good place."
In a flash, he appeared on a hidden mountain peak hundreds of millions of miles away.
At the mountaintop lies a clear spring, its waters reflecting the auspicious signs of the heavens, calm and undisturbed.
Jiang Wang stood by the spring with his hands behind his back. The stone mirror between his eyebrows lit up again. This time, he only peered into the other side without contacting it.
A moment later, a dazzling golden teleportation light suddenly shone in the distant void, like a small sun exploding and illuminating half of the Chaos Realm!
"Who dares to trespass on my Qilin Ancestral Land!"
A furious roar came from the heavens above, the sound waves like billions of divine thunderbolts exploding at the same time, shaking the void and causing it to shatter inch by inch.
A gigantic Qilin, its body entirely crimson gold and hundreds of millions of feet long, emerged from the clouds. Its scales were imprinted with runes of the Great Dao, and with each claw raised, the power and rules pressed down like a mountain.
Amidst the teleportation light, a young man staggered into existence.
He wore the white and gold robes unique to inner disciples of the Duzun family, and had a handsome face with an innate arrogance between his brows. But at this moment, his face turned deathly pale.
Because he discovered that he couldn't vaporize!
Within a ten-meter radius around him, the silvery-white developing powder shimmered like fireflies, clearly reflecting his figure so that not a single detail could be hidden!
"The Qilin Clan?! This...this is the center of the Auspicious Chaos Realm?!"
Duzun Wubai's pupils constricted sharply, almost in disbelief.
He was clearly supposed to be teleported to the primordial world, so how did he end up in the ancestral land of the Qilin clan?!
Even more terrifying was that although the golden light around him soared into the sky, revealing the supreme power of his invincible golden body, it was like a firefly competing with the bright moon in front of that old Qilin, who was at the peak of the eighth level of the Strength Saint realm, and was ridiculously insignificant.
"The Duzun family's doll?"
The old Qilin's voice was cold and filled with undisguised killing intent, "Your family and my Qilin clan have never interfered with each other, yet you dare to send people to our ancestral land to die today? You're courting death!"
Before the words were even finished, the old Qilin had already slammed down with its claw!
That claw strike, so powerful it blotted out the sky, solidified into five divine mountains, each hundreds of millions of feet tall, descending from the five directions and sealing off all space for escape.
Duzun Wubai's face was deathly pale. His Wubai Golden Body was operating wildly, and the golden light was boiling like a raging flame. But he was only at the peak of the fifth level of heaven. In front of the old monster at the peak of the eighth level of heaven, he didn't even have the right to resist.
"No! Ninth Grandfather, save me! Cousin, save me!"
He roared and frantically sent messages to his family, but this was the center of the auspicious chaotic realm, a place that even a Primordial Saint would have to think twice about. How could his family dare to easily tear through the void to come and save him?
On a distant mountaintop, Jiang Wang quietly watched all of this.
He saw the Supreme Invincible struggling beneath the five divine mountains, his golden body's radiance fading away; he saw another old Qilin from the Ninth Heaven awaken, its eyes filled with chilling killing intent as it looked over; he saw even more powerful Qilin clan members breaking through the void and completely sealing off that area.
He even saw Duzun Wubai, in his final moments, look desperately in the direction of his message, his lips moving as he silently cried out:
"Cousin...save me..."
Jiang Wang smiled softly. (End of Chapter)