Chapter 35: Chang'e's Wine, Peacock's Vinegar

A blood‑red light.

It dyes the clouds of Ling Shan as if they were soaked in blood.

Jieyin's body twitches.

Black scales sprout on his skin's surface.

Each scale devours the remaining Buddha nature around it.

"Not enough... still not enough..."

In the void.

A muffled voice sounds.

It is a whisper from the ancient Chaos Realm.

It is Luo Hou.

Jieyin's twisted face shows madness.

"As long as we can kill Bodhi, you can take all this qi fortune!"

He extends his hand and slaps the void before him.

The remaining thirty percent of qi fortune of Fómén rushes toward the black bead like a golden river.

The bead cracks.

A man clad in black armor steps out from it.

He has no physical form.

Only a constantly shifting outline of black smoke.

In his hand he holds a jet‑black spear.

God‑slaying Spear.

The lingering soul of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou scans this world with a glance.

"Primeval... still so foul-smelling."

He looks at Jieyin.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Jieyin kneels on the ground, his body already turned to dry bone.

"Demon Ancestor... make a move!"

The Demon Ancestor lets out a cold laugh, and his figure vanishes on the spot.

…

Mount Huaguo.

The celebratory feast continues.

Sun Wukong finishes the last small cake on the plate.

He looks at Chang'e.

"The Heavenly Palace up there is so desolate, why would you go back?"

Chang'e pauses in surprise.

She lifts her head.

Her eyes shine especially bright in the firelight.

The thin white veil she wears flutters in the evening wind.

She shuffles closer to Sun Wukong.

A whiff of fragrance darts into Sun Wukong's nostrils.

"Great Sage, are you planning to keep me here?"

Her voice is pressed low, carrying a hint of inexplicable shyness.

Her mutton‑fat‑jade‑like small hand gently rests on the edge of Sun Wukong's tiger‑skin skirt.

The fingertips are slightly cool.

Sun Wukong slaps his thigh carefree.

"Leave it, then."

"Mount Huaguo is so vast, still missing a bite for you?"

The demons below enjoy the spectacle without complaint.

"Heavenly Emperor, why not make Fairy Chang'e the queen of our demon clan!"

Niu Mo Wang raises a big bowl and starts heckling.

"Exactly, what's this called? Golden Monkey paired with Jade Rabbit!"

A group of little demons shout wildly.

Chang'e's face turns bright red.

She lowers her head.

Her snow‑white nape dazzles in the firelight.

Kong Xuan, sitting in the corner, hums heavily.

He crushes the peeled banana in his hand with a fist.

"Vulgar."

He mutters.

He feels a rogue evil flame raging inside.

Sun Wukong ignores the heckling.

He suddenly stood up.

"Coming."

His tone was very calm.

But the surrounding air became viscous at that moment.

In the sky.

The originally bright moon was covered by a layer of blood-red.

It was as if someone had flung a bucket of filthy blood onto the sky.

The monsters who had been reveling fell silent.

They felt the hairs on their backs stand on end.

A suffocating demonic pressure rolled in from the west.

Plants were withering.

The air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh.

"Subhuti!"

The Welcomer's voice echoed through the clouds.

But this voice had already changed tone.

Ancient and gloomy.

"You may be strong, but can you withstand the Demon Ancestor's resurrection?"

As his words fell.

The space before Mount Huaguo shattered directly.

Countless demon soldiers clad in black armor surged out from the rift.

They had no faces.

They held weapons mottled with rust.

Wherever they passed, even the land turned scorched black.

"Demons?"

The Bull Demon King flung away his wine bowl.

"This bunch of bald donkeys actually invited wolves into the house?"

He picked up the mixed iron staff.

"Brothers, pick up your weapons!"

The myriad monsters roared and charged forward.

But before those demon soldiers, the monsters' offensive was instantly shattered.

The demon soldiers felt no pain.

Even after having their limbs chopped off, they could continue crawling.

"Fall back."

Sun Wukong stood at the very front.

He gazed at the black remnant soul that walked out from the blood-colored light pillar.

"Demon Ancestor Rahu?"

The black remnant soul tilted its head.

"Monkey?"

He let out a sharp laugh.

"That old fellow Hongjun, you've actually reduced him to such a sorry state."

"Looks like I should come back to collect the debt."

He brandished the God-Slaying Spear.

A black arc of light slashed toward Mount Huaguo.

This strike.

No frills.

Yet it carried the law of Silent Extinction.

Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel with both hands, and the golden band on his forehead flashed a red light.

"Break it open!"

The staff's shadow collided with the arc of light.

Sun Wukong retreated three steps in succession.

With each step back, the stone beneath his feet turned directly to powder.

The tiger's mouth of his hand split open, oozing a trace of golden blood.

"Interesting."

Sun Wukong grinned.

The fighting spirit in his eyes blazed like fire.

"Master!"

He shouted without turning back.

"I can handle this, you keep sleeping!"

Inside the Water Curtain Cave.

The Bodhi Patriarch opened his eyes.

A wisp of Chaos energy flickered deep in his eyes.

He coldly watched the battle outside.

"Jie Yin, you truly surprised this old Daoist."

He slowly rose to his feet.

With each step.

The blood‑colored mist around Mount Huaguo thinned a little.

Yet he did not rush to strike.

His gaze fell toward a direction in the Pure Land.

There.

A presence more obscure than Rahu was awakening.

That was what Jie Yin had obtained by sacrificing the entire Buddhist sect.

"When a Saint goes mad, it is indeed hard to handle."

Bodhi murmured to himself.

He snapped his fingers.

A golden ray entered Sun Wukong's spine.

"Wukong, use your Demon God Bone."

"Tear this remnant soul apart for me."

Sun Wukong received the command and let out a long howl.

His body began to swell violently.

The flesh on his back burst open, revealing three pairs of blood‑red flesh wings.

Each feather resembled a heavy sword.

Chaotic Demon God true form!

His eyes turned dark gold.

Not a trace of reason.

Only endless desire for destruction.

"Kill!"

Sun Wukong transformed into a streak of blood light and slammed straight at the Demon Ancestor.

Two extreme negative energies tore at each other in the air.

With each collision.

A fragment of the Heavenly Court's cloud layer would shatter.

Below, Chang'e watched the scene in terror.

She curled up behind a rock.

The raging wave lifted her skirt and made it flutter.

Kong Xuan rushed to her front.

He spread the feathers on his back, barely shielding the residual demonic aura.

"What are you looking at?"

Kong Xuan's face turned pale.

"Is that what you're supposed to be looking at?"

Though he said so,

his eyes never left the battle in the sky.

That Pole Slaying God Spear, with each thrust, ripped the space.

And Sun Wukong.

Was trading life for life completely.

He stubbornly endured the spear's pierce, then hammered a fist into the Demon Ancestor's chest.

"Bang!"

Illusory black smoke was shattered into pieces.

Yet it quickly reconvened.

"Useless."

Rahu's voice was icy cold.

"I am the evil thought of this world; as long as the evil thought persists, I shall not die."

While the two sides were locked in stalemate,

Inside the mountain body of Mount Huaguo.

A violent tremor suddenly echoed.

That tremor

Was not like an earthquake.

It resembled a huge creature turning over.

Bodhi Patriarch's eyes darkened.

He sensed it.

Jie Yin, that madman.

He summoned the Demon Ancestor only as a ruse.

His true purpose.

It is to use the netherworld's reincarnation to fill the gap in the demon realm.

He is forcibly merging the two realms.

If he succeeds.

This primordial land will become an eternal purgatory.

And the anchor point of this merger.

It is actually set beneath the dragon veins of Mount Huaguo!

"Want to die?"

Bodhi Patriarch showed his true emotions for the first time.

That was an extremely bland killing intent.

He stepped forward.

His figure instantly appeared deep underground at Mount Huaguo.

In that sunless magma layer.

The remaining half of the Welcoming Saint's body was clutching a massive stone tablet.

That is the formation eye of this heaven and earth.

He looked at Bodhi.

A grim smile appeared on his face.

"Subhuti......"

"Accompany the Three Realms down to hell."

He opened his mouth.

He spat out a still-beating golden heart.

That is the primordial source of the Saint's life rank.

He intends to detonate himself.

To send the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou into the endless abyss.