Chapter 1528

Thus, the two instinctively struck toward the Heavenly Court.

Meanwhile, Tang Xuanzang also clashed with Wu Tian's subordinates, fighting their way into the Heavenly Court right behind them.

"Wu Tian, isn't this Heavenly Court under your control?" Sun Wukong asked as they fought.

Wu Tian sneered: "You think this is my trap? Hmph, do I, Wu Tian, need to resort to such tricks?"

As he spoke, music and flutes echoed through the Heavenly Court, and fairy maidens danced gracefully.

In the Jade Pool, guests filled every seat.

This scene was utterly absurd.

The immortals outside were fighting to the death, yet the new ruler of the Heavenly Court was hosting a banquet inside?

What kind of king of a doomed realm is this!

Sun Wukong, Wu Tian, and Tang Xuanzang all ceased fighting, staring dumbfounded at the center of the banquet, searching for the new ruler of the Heavenly Court.

At this sight, Tang Xuanzang and Sun Wukong were stunned.

Among the banquet guests were several individuals whose aura matched their own.

And those individuals were addressing each other as "Xuanzang" and "Great Sage!"

This is wrong.

Are we impostors now?

The Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Candana Virtue Buddha were both dumbfounded.

"The protagonist of this world has arrived!" Suddenly, a woman turned toward them. "Wakakaka! The Victorious Fighting Buddha, Great Sage—what do you think?"

The Sun Wukong there turned his gaze, snorting lightly: "Nonsensical. I am the true Sun Wukong!"

Tang Xuanzang frowned: "Wukong, do you have a twin brother, or perhaps this one is also a Six-Eared Macaque?"

Having been his disciple for so many years, he knew Sun Wukong intimately.

Yet he realized the Sun Wukong across from him, though different in appearance, bore the exact same demeanor and aura as the Sun Wukong before his enlightenment.

Sun Wukong was speechless: "Master, I am a stone monkey born of heaven, naturally nurtured—how could I have a brother? As for the Six-Eared Macaque, he was not me either."

Under his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, the other's aura and form showed no change whatsoever.

It was as if this were his true form.

This truly made Sun Wukong question reality.

"Master, you ask me, but I ask you too—isn't that one your twin brother?" Sun Wukong pointed at the Tang Xuanzang from the Journey to the West world.

Tang Seng was dumbfounded: "I have no twin brother, Wukong—don't joke. Honored immortals, who exactly are you? Why have you taken on our auras?"

The Victorious Fighting Buddha cried out: "Yes! If the ruler holds the Heavenly Court's authority, he must be the reincarnation of the Jade Emperor—why play tricks on old friends?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian's gaze settled on Zhang Taixuan.

He had observed them for a long time and found them deeply strange.

Their auras matched those of the immortals of this world, yet their power was worlds apart.

He had tried to calculate their origins through heavenly omens—but found nothing.

"Are you the reincarnation of the Jade Emperor?"

Wu Tian asked.

Zhang Taixuan smiled: "Of course not. Wu Tian, your era is ending."

"Arrogant!" Wu Tian sneered. "Whether you're the Jade Emperor or not, first take this blow!"

As he spoke, he unleashed a divine technique toward Zhang Taixuan.

Zhang Taixuan smiled lightly, made no move to block it, and let the technique strike him.

To everyone's horrified stares, the immensely powerful technique passed through the void like wisps of smoke, stirring not even a breath of wind—as if it were merely an illusion, utterly powerless.

Yunxiao chuckled: "The Dao Lord's skill grows ever more refined. To turn truth into illusion—merely the Illusionary Mirror of the Dragon is enough to defeat countless great beings across all worlds."

"Turn truth into illusion!"

Wu Tian unleashed several more strikes—all ineffective. Hearing this, his heart jolted.

He naturally knew this technique.

He himself could use it.

But casting the technique of turning false into true, truth into false, required immense magic power.

And the restrictions were severe.

In combat between peers, this technique was nearly impossible to execute.

Yet—the man before him stood motionless, effortlessly nullifying his attacks with this very technique.

This man's magic power was boundless, unimaginable.

Realizing this, Wu Tian felt the urge to retreat.

Such a person was simply unbeatable.

With a thought, he retreated violently.

His divine techniques were limitless, and his escape art was profoundly mysterious.

As he stepped back, time itself seemed to reverse—Wu Tian's figure vanished instantly from the Jade Pool.

Zhang Taixuan smiled lightly, showing no sign of urgency.

The other immortals were the same.

Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang were confused.

Wu Tian ran away.

When such a great cultivator flees, hides, and obscures heavenly omens, he's not easy to find.

Just as they grew anxious, the Dao Lord casually waved his hand—no divine technique manifested—yet time and space shifted, and Wu Tian reappeared in the Jade Pool, as if he had never left.

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Sun Wukong and Tang Seng were stunned.

Wu Tian was also stunned.

In an instant, he had nearly fled the world, even setting up infinite prohibitions to prevent anyone from tracking him.

Result—no effect whatsoever.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in the Yaochi.

"Who are you, divine being!" Wu Tian asked in shock.

Zhang Taixuan: "I am Zhang Taixuan. The Biyou Immortal invited me here. Wu Tian, you have stirred chaos through the Three Realms and brought ruin to all living beings—what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Biyou?" Wu Tian's gaze fell upon the Biyou Immortal.

He never imagined his defeat was caused by this tiny Jin Xian.

"It's simply victory and defeat!" Even now, Wu Tian refused to yield.

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Zhang Taixuan shook his head: "I care nothing for your affairs with the Fomen. But your methods are pitiful—you were manipulated like a puppet from start to finish. Even if I had not appeared, your defeat was already sealed."

With a wave of his hand, a series of images instantly appeared in Wu Tian's mind.

They were from something called the Sequel to the Journey to the West.

After viewing the imagery, Wu Tian was utterly stunned.

He had never expected that, even without this great transcendent appearing, he would still be defeated by the Buddha.

Indeed, as he had said, he had always been on someone else's chessboard, manipulated until his death.

"How about it?"

"Wu Tian submits wholeheartedly! I offer the Black Lotus and the Lingshan lineage to the Heavenly Sovereign—please, establish new Buddhas upon Lingshan."

Wu Tian's expression was resolute; with a thought, a twelve-petaled Black Lotus rose and flew straight toward Zhang Taixuan.

Simultaneously, the destiny of Lingshan under his control also transferred to Zhang Taixuan.

At this moment, Wu Tian was the true master of Lingshan.

The destiny of Lingshan and the Fomen rested upon him.

When the Buddha returned and defeated Wu Tian, he could reclaim everything.

But now that Wu Tian knew the outcome, he cut the very foundation beneath them, giving all to Zhang Taixuan.

"Wu Tian!"

Tang Xuanzang and Sun Wukong stared, eyes blazing with fury.

The Zhang Taixuan before them was clearly far stronger than Wu Tian—beyond any possible estimation.

With the destiny of the Fomen now in his hands, the Buddha may never reclaim it again.