Chapter 317: Advancing to the Great Thousand, the End of the Journey to the West!

The time needed for the world's advancement was indeed beyond Ye Yang's expectations!

He was immersed in his contemplation, oblivious to the passage of time!

Before he knew it, ten years had passed!

The Journey to the West in the Wasteland had reached its end!

Xi Niu He Zhou.

Spirit Mountain lay to the east, less than five hundred li away! The Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha in a gold monk's robe stood before him, palms pressed together.

At his side, the Six-Eared Macaque sat cross-legged, hoisting the Golden Hoop Rod, his body swaying!

His aura had become restrained, no longer like before— at the slightest provocation, demonic qi would sweep the area, appearing overbearing and flamboyant!

But in reality!

It's merely that cultivators lack the ability to fully restrain their own power! The Six-Eared Macaque has endured nearly eighty life-and-death trials; after countless tempers, his cultivation and foundation have been solidified. Should he get a chance to break through, he would likely create another miracle of consecutive breakthroughs across multiple realms!

The Guanyin Bodhisattva with a male body and female appearance lightly bit her silver teeth, holding the Jade Pure Vase, her expression resolute yet evoking pity. The golden light on the Golden Cicada's body dimmed, replaced by a thick aura of slaughter. The karma erased over twenty lifetimes, with each death, began to revive again! The number of people on the pilgrimage team's side was truly not small! Behind the four, the Buddhist Spirit Mountain had poured forth all its forces!

All Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and personally transmitted sages below the Primordial Golden Immortal realm stood here! Meanwhile, to the left of the pilgrimage team stood the disciples of the Chan Sect!

At present, the Chan Sect's third- and fourth-generation disciples had all been deployed; even among the second generation, many stood at the front, their bodies burning with fighting spirit! Naturally, their opponents were the old rivals, the Jue Sect!

The Jue Sect had previously suffered a crushing defeat, with many even returning from death!

Their bodies were filled with resentment that shot up to the heavens!

Their resurrection had delayed long years of cultivation!

The second- and third-generation disciples of the Jue and Chan Sects originally had similar cultivation progress! But after countless ages of accumulation, plus Ye Yang's millennium of lectures pointing the way!

Chan Sect disciples, barring a few rare exceptions, had nearly all second-generation disciples reach Primordial Golden Immortal! The first-generation lineage had even produced several Primordial Grand Luo!

By contrast, many of the resurrected Jue Sect members could only gaze upon the backs of the enemies they once fought!

Instead, they had to battle the disciples and grandchildren of those foes!

Truly disgraceful! On the other side, the Blood River Forces faced the Heavenly Court!

The Heavenly Court's involvement in the war was the most deadly! After numerous losses, their manpower had actually been caught up to by the Asura Clan!

After all, this clan is born immortal and extremely fond of slaughter!

In stark contrast to the Heavenly Court, the bloodshed along the Journey to the West had greatly boosted the Asura Clan's strength!

Moreover, in the sky, the Ten Halls of Yama and the Monster Clan generals faced each other afar, sparks of fierce fire flashing in their eyes!

The Wu Clan and the Monster Clan—this age-old grudge needs no further explanation!

And upon the Eastern Sovereign's throne arrived the familiar faces of the Wind Earl, Rain Master, and the Drought Demon, among others! Ultimately, the dilemma fell to humanity—this had long been a settled fact! Yet the reason we now find ourselves in this chaos is still due to Xuanyuan's initial proposal of hiring mercenaries!

Plant beans, harvest beans!

Having come this far, right and wrong need no further debate!

Even the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, who always loved to appear virtuous and wear a noble mask, was now utterly exhausted and unwilling to speak! 'Kill!' 'Repay grudges, repay grievances—only today!'

The Drought Demon's palm lightly fell; in an instant, the space here boiled! The steaming spiritual mist trembled from battle, the boiling rosy clouds stained with a hint of crimson by blood! This is an absolute grudge match! Grudges, resentments, and all else shall be washed away today!

Washed in blood! All manner of Dao arts stretched across the heavens, seemingly coalescing into a sky‑covering curtain!

The concentration of power here was so intense it even made space tremble—rare indeed! Know that the present Wasteland far surpasses antiquity; even Xi Niu He Zhou could fully withstand and bear battles at the Primordial Grand Luo level! Yet such stable space could faintly be shattered by the seething battle! This group of Grand Luo Golden Immortals truly had lethal intent!

Golden List space.

Numerous strong ones silently watched!

Observing the atmosphere between them, it was hardly harmonious; seeing some people's grim faces, they might have just endured a shouting match! Yet it's obvious the intensity could not compare to that of the mortal realm!

"This should… be the last time, right?"

No strong one is a fool!

After all these years of interplay, they had faintly realized that Ye Yang had rearranged the main purpose of the Journey to the West——

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Filling the Western Earth Veins counts as one, but it's still far from enough!

Let them erupt, repay grudges, repay resentments! Actually, the top‑tier powerhouses mostly have sufficient disposition to restrain themselves, to avoid mutual destruction! But sometimes they cannot withstand the hearts of their subordinates! Personal frictions, at times shifting, escalating in scale, each side rallying their own people! Exaggeratedly speaking, this could perhaps lead to two forces of supreme martial virtue igniting a death‑match!

No one will care how laughable the original cause was, how trivial!

As soon as the seeds of chaos begin to snowball, the final war becomes inevitable! Two forces with no prior grudges could still end up so, and moreover, the many forces intertwined with intricate ties! This enmity cannot be resolved! Better to restrain the top tier, letting the middle‑tier elite vent their malice! As for the possibility of death, that depends on whether those at the top truly regard them as elites!

Once the venting is sufficient, reason will return!

They will also have enough composure to face the vaster world!

Merely scrambling for a few melons and dates within the Wasteland is indeed petty squabbling!

Think of Fuxi!

He has been gone for ten years! That new world has likely long been nurtured by his deep‑rooted foundation!

A world's resource reserves, talent preparations!

This far exceeds the accumulated foundation that the myriad forces in the Wasteland could muster—by more than a hundredfold! Many powerhouses subtly sense that this war may be the final campaign! The Fuxi who opened the world has not yet returned to this very moment! Those who bear grudges against him might now be able to touch his shadow? What grudge, in that distant world, could erupt again? All the strong share this consensus!

When Fuxi returns, bearing the new world, they will together open a new chapter! World competition!

To hold dominion over one side! This tacit consensus… Ye Yang remains unaware!

If he were to hear of it, he would likely only sigh, amazed at how terrifying the power of imagination could be! He is merely a junior alchemist, not those who take one step and see a hundred steps ahead, the hidden masterminds!

(End of Chapter)