Inside the Heavenly Court Bird Nest, Bai Jin called out, "Shi Ji~"

A Divine Light screen appeared outside the Bird's Nest, and Shi Ji, clad in a black Bone Spirit Robe, emerged from it, holding a book in her hand.

Shi Ji entered the Bird's Nest and came to the pavilion where Bai Jin was. She called out, "Senior Brother!"

Bai Jin asked, "Junior Sister Shi Ji, has there been any unusual occurrence during the time I was drunk with the Westward Journey?"

"There hasn't been any unusual occurrence; the Journey to the West for obtaining the scriptures is proceeding normally, and the Sutra Takers have also gathered."

"Then why would Jiang Ziya go and kidnap Tang Sanzang?"

Shi Ji blinked, Jiang Ziya and Tang Sanzang? They were the protagonists of two different Calamities; how did they end up getting involved with one another?

Suddenly, Shi Ji thought of something, and with a somewhat odd expression, hesitantly said, "Senior Brother, there's something I remember. About three years ago when Shen Gongbao was sent to the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly River Navy frequented the court.

Afterward, a rumor started spreading among the cultivators in the Three Realms, saying that Tang Sanzang is actually the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. It was said that the Saints greatly desire the flesh of the Golden Cicada, and if one could offer the flesh of Tang Sanzang as a sacrifice to the Saints, they would be blessed by them and achieve an immortal and indestructible body, invulnerable to any Calamity."

Bai Jin exclaimed in surprise, "The Heavenly River Navy?"

His mind was speechless, as if ten thousand Divine Beasts were stampeding through it. He solved the case; in his previous life, the one who spread the rumor that eating Tang Seng's meat could grant immortality was Zhu Bajie.

"That period when your reputation suffered, it must have been Tianpeng helping you."

Bai Jin chuckled, "Should I actually thank him for that?"

He looked down below, his sight piercing through endless time and space, the entire Western Continent lay bare before him. The Demon Kings perched atop the Western Continent started to leave their own lands, converging on the path of the Westward Journey. If before the Eighty-one Difficulties seemed like child's play, now the journey was infested with Great Demons as common as dogs, Demon Kings everywhere, even Daluo Demon Gods were not rare, effectively activating Hell Mode. Zhu Bajie's actions were truly excellent, voluntarily raising the difficulty level for himself.

...

Down in the Lower Realm's inn, Sun Wukong was the first to regain consciousness. He got up, staggering, shook his monkey's head, and looked around. Suddenly recalling the events before he passed out, his face changed, and he quickly ran outside, calling, "Little Monk, Little Monk~" His voice echoed in the inn, but there was no response at all.

Bang~

Bang~

Bang~

Sun Wukong swiftly opened the doors of each room, not seeing Tang Sanzang but finding Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing in two other rooms.

The three of them searched everywhere in the inn, calling, "Little Monk~"

"Master~"

"Master, where are you?"

...

Eventually, the three gathered in the main hall of the inn.

Zhu Bajie gasped and called out, "He's not on the first floor!"

Sha Wujing also said anxiously, "He's not in the backyard either!"

Sun Wukong's eyes glinted coldly as he suppressed his towering rage and said, "Good, very good, to think they'd dare to scheme against your Old Sun!"

His Jingu Bang smacked down fiercely, and with a boom~ a wild surge of mana swept out, the entire inn crumbled with a loud rumble, debris flying everywhere, and the ground within a hundred meters sank three feet deep.

The ground all around cracked and spread with a cacophony of snaps, and Earth Fire erupted from the fissures, scorching the land black as coal.

Sun Wukong's body surged with a terrifying and violent aura, as if an unstoppable fire was blazing on his skin.

In an instant, his traveler clothes vanished, replaced from within by pitch-black Battle Armor emblazoned with fiery red patterns, flowing like lava. Behind him, a cape unfurled with a whoosh, its fabric ablaze with roaring flames, as though he was an invincible War God stepping out of blood and fire.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing hurriedly scurried to the side to escape, keeping their distance, while The White Dragon Horse, pulling the horse carriage, ran away to a farther place to avoid the brunt of the danger.

From a distance, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and The White Dragon Horse watched Sun Wukong. This was his Judicial Celestial battle robe form—Brother Monkey was truly enraged.

In all his years since coming into existence, it was the first time someone had humiliated Sun Wukong to such an extent, knocking down the Great Sage Equalling Heaven with a mere bottle of wine.

A furious roar echoed Between Heaven and Earth: "Land, roll out here for me!"

From the scorched earth, a plume of white smoke arose, and once it dispersed, an old man leaning on a walking stick appeared before him.

Quick to show respect, the Land deity immediately performed a reverent salute and said fearfully, "I had no idea the Great Saint was visiting; my apologies for not meeting you sooner. Please forgive me!

"I'll ask you, Land deity, where did the scoundrel who ran the inn before go?" Sun Wukong's eyes burned with raging flames, his penetrating gaze fixed on the Land deity.

Feigning ignorance, the old Land deity said, "Great Saint, what inn you speak of, this old servant didn't see any inn!"

A cold light flickered in Sun Wukong's eyes, the Jingu Bang in his hand pointed at the Land deity as he sharply intoned, "You don't know? I think you're in cahoots with that scoundrel. I'll send you on your way right now."

In panic, the Land deity cried out, "What a miscarriage of justice! Great Saint, that's a colossal misunderstanding, I don't know him at all!"

Sun Wukong shouted fiercely, "Speak up! What's the origin of that scoundrel, and where has he gone?"

The Land deity, with a pained expression, replied, "Great Saint, please don't force me. This old servant truly dares not to say!"

The Land deity, originally named Zhuang Qi, was a registrar during the Sealing God Battle. After dying on the battlefield, he was granted the position of a marginal Land deity.

Recognizing Jiang Ziya as soon as he appeared, the Land deity thought, wasn't that Prime Minister Jiang? Back when I was a mere registrar, and Prime Minister Jiang was held in high esteem.

Now, after billions of years since the Divine Enthronement, the Land deity had come into contact with more secretive matters through his connections with the Underworld. Given that Prime Minister Jiang was a Second Generation Disciple of Chan Sect and bore the important responsibility of passing down its teachings, he was indeed a figure to be revered. How could the Land deity dare to divulge his whereabouts?

Sun Wukong withdrew the Jingu Bang, "Old Land deity, so you're afraid of him? You, a Heavenly Court God, are actually afraid of a common highwayman?"

The Land deity promptly responded, "Great Saint, it's not fear, but respect!"

"Cut the crap, you're scared of that scoundrel and not scared of your old Swukong?"

The Land deity, with a bitter face, said, "Great Saint, I truly cannot afford to offend that person, please don't push me." He readied himself for whatever Sun Wukong might do next.

Fire sparked in Sun Wukong's enraged eyes. It was outrageous for a Heavenly Court God to aid an outsider. Let Swukong teach you a lesson you won't forget.

Zhu Bajie's eyes flickered, and he quickly stepped forward, attempting to soothe the situation, "Brother Monkey, don't be angry, calm down first.

Let Old Pig try to ask."

Zhu Bajie looked at the Land deity with a naive and sincere smile, "Land deity, you dare not offend that man, but you also can't afford to offend my Monkey Brother!

Our Master is the Sutra Taker, jointly appointed by Buddhism and the Heavenly Court. If anything should happen to him, you would be in even greater trouble."

The Land deity, with a frown, kept bowing and scraping, "Marshal, please don't scare me!"

He whispered covertly, "Marshal, behind him stands the Chan Sect."

Sun Wukong's ears twitched. Chan Sect? What's that? Which power does it belong to? Is it even more formidable than the Heavenly Court? Old Swukong only knows about Buddhism, the defeated subordinate of the Heavenly Court.

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