Zhu Zhengwei stepped out of the retreat palace.

"Prime Minister."

"You have come out of seclusion."

A few court attendants and military generals slowly walked out, respectfully.

Zhu Zhengwei looked up at the sky, sweeping his gaze across the countless planets in the universe, like scattered stars.

Although he had grasped 72% of the power within this 80% body, it ultimately wasn't his own.

It seemed that the 72% True Skill power could only be exerted by relying on this physical form.

He hadn't fully integrated or truly understood the principles recorded within the genes; he merely knew how to use the predetermined power within this bloodline.

To fully absorb this power and make it his own was not something that could be achieved in a short time.

If he could truly achieve it, he could also create a super race of his own, inscribing his understanding of the universe within his genes to pass on to future generations.

If he could fully comprehend it, then he would no longer be weaker than the Sen Civilization of old. Then, he could write his own "Seven Laws of the Divine Sect" and establish a race of his own.

"Are we in the southern part of the Eastern Empire?" Zhu Zhengwei sorted through the information in his mind.

The Eastern Empire is the weakest empire of this Mechanical Civilization.

Here, corruption and greed are rampant, and the national power has declined, possessing the smallest territory.

Precisely because it is the weakest, it was selected by the Great Tang as the landing place.

"Such a weak place is more than ten times weaker than the Western Empire that Sun Wukong encountered... Landing here is simply an insult to me, no need to waste much time," Zhu Zhengwei thought, "Tell me, where are the most Mechanics, the strongest forces... and where is their King."

Wei Zheng stood up, smiling slightly, "To report to the commander of this war, each country would have its own path of Mechanics. This country, they excel at creating biochemical slaves... The King is Bishop Bikeshill."

Crowned with the title "Saint," within this Mechanical Civilization, one belongs to the field of top-tier strongmen, enough to establish their own sect.

"I understand."

Zhu Zhengwei nodded, and with a gentle step, his whole being turned into a stream of light, swiftly flying into the universe.

In an instant, the twisted light beam that arose seemed to undulate like waves of wheat, causing even Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong beside him to be jolted back seven to eight steps.

"How is this possible? He's researched the True Skill to such an extent?"

Yuchi Gong's mouth hung open, "It's only been three days? He's grasped about 70% of the power? In the other timelines of Chang'an City, how long did he study?"

"Indeed... very strong." Cheng Yaojin scratched his head.

This kind of power is far beyond what they can achieve in this End of the Dharma Cosmos.

Because they were limited.

However, if the other party were with them in the Primordial Chaos Cosmos, without limitations, and using the basic True Skill, he was already capable of matching their battle strength.

"70% True Skill Celestial Dao core, is this true?" Yuchi Gong thought this was simply unattainable.

"Wait!" Cheng Yaojin suddenly said, "He is indeed very strong now, but how can one person conquer a nation??? It's simply impossible!"

"One person conquering a nation?"

Wei Zheng chuckled, "It's getting more interesting."

...

Bikeshill Palace.

This place is famous for its synthesis of biological weapons.

Seated at the highest throne is a tall, burly man, below are shapeless alien creatures of pallid flesh.

Compared to the mechanical technological style, they more resemble a civilization with eerie wizard-like characteristics.

Everywhere there are pulsating flesh architectures, they study biology, revere biological directions, and various mutated gene lifeforms are all conducted within this academy.

"Everyone," Bikeshill looked at the palace elders below.

Some of them came from the infamous star mercenaries, some were even wanted criminals, of course, there were also mad scholars with clean backgrounds, it's a mix, the hallmark of this nation.

This is the kingdom of wickedness as it truly is.

And as they gathered here, the objective was singular.

An inferior lifeform akin to a simple protozoan, even a lower evolved monkey, had attacked their empire's civilization.

"As you all know, the distant Western Empire was made tumultuous by that monkey."

Bikeshill's cold gaze swept over the assembled wizards, "I've heard, their most powerful imperial army mobilized, yet was wiped out, the opponent is highly skilled in mass combat... and within just half a day, seven 'Saint' titled strongmen of the Western Empire were consecutively defeated."

"Mechanical Walker Calgar, Shell Insect Queen Lier, Human Evil Loloke..."

Bikeshill began recounting the data on Sun Wukong, with each segment complete, the air grew heavier, until by the feats of Sun Wukong's accomplishments, their eyes brimmed with shock.

"Though the Western Empire being assaulted has nothing to do with us, we, on the contrary, thank those Western Empire trash for gathering significant intel on this monster for us."

Meanwhile, despite their fear, their gaze became increasingly feverish with excitement.

The pace of the enemy's growth was beyond reason's measure.

This peculiarity wasn't the most extraordinary—most astounding was using "irrational" mysterious power, not belonging to the cosmic gravity formula, not belonging to molecular structural mechanics, not belonging to...

It was a brand new rule not from this universe.

"I fear not only us, but other empires may begin to act," Bikeshill's words posed difficulties for everyone, the monkey from another world evidently held great secrets, but too many coveted them.

"Furthermore, we should begin our covert incursion, they possibly hail from a mysterious universe, following various leads, in the Journey to the West period."

As Bikeshill recounted that inferior monkey, suddenly a leisurely voice bizarrely traversed their eardrums, penetrating their minds.

"His name is Sun Wukong from the Primordial Chaos Cosmos, passing through here undergoing tribulation."

Bikeshill abruptly stood up, his sharp gaze scanning all around, "Who dares to intrude upon our academy?"

Present were the various malevolent sidestepped dangerous individuals.

Their vast spiritual scan instantaneously covered the entire room, and as they subsumed the region with liquid-like spiritual power, a transparent humanoid shadow was slowly sketched out within the spiritual liquid atmosphere.

This was an elegantly appearing man who, unbeknownst to them, had been sitting at the far end of an empty chair, quietly attending their meeting.

"He is Sun Wukong, and you, who are you?"

Bikeshill's eyes hinted with a trace of chill.

"I am the Ghost Witch Doctor... Prime Minister of the greatest empire in the Mortal Realm of the Primordial Chaos, the Great Tang, also visiting your civilization as a guest," the man named Ghost Witch Doctor said with a leisurely tone, "In fact, we have established the Silk Road with many civilizations... They exchange with us, mutually beneficial, trading various items."

"Is that so?" Bikeshill said aggressively, "So you're also here for diplomatic relations, if to open up that so-called Silk Road with you? What do we need to do?"

Zhu Zhengwei spread his hands, smiling, "Only tributary states, those who submit to our Great Tang, can use our Silk Road... As long as you submit to us, that monkey will naturally not invade your kingdom."

"Ridiculous!" Bikeshill suddenly stood up, "You think we're like those Western Empire trash that can be subjugated by a mere inferior monkey..."

Boom!

Zhu Zhengwei reached out with one hand, pressing Bikeshill's head hard, "I have always preferred using my fists to reason, dislike futile arguments."

"A truly self-unaware being, the Western Empire far surpasses you, yet you're nothing but a bunch of rubbish bellowing bravado behind closed doors."

A furious press.

A huge roar sounded like titanic waves, the entire planet seemingly exploded like a mushroom cloud rising directly.

Such awesome power akin to an atomic bomb explosion was impressive, yet no one knew, it was merely a single head being pressed onto the ground.

Everyone, terrified, flew into the sky at the moment of explosion, dumbfounded as they stared at the crater left on the ground.

Meanwhile, the man called the Ghost Witch Doctor stood up, wiped his palm, and held this king's hair single-handedly, "I forgot to say, I shall bring to this brutal, slave-ridden capitalistic Eastern Empire, civilization and liberation... Foreign lands are always barbaric; we will bring the cultural torch of the Great Tang here."

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