Chapter 334: Broke the Land God

“Watch out!!”

Far away, the White Axe Giant roared, his heart filled with desperate anxiety.

This scene was all too familiar to him: a thousand years ago, during the Great Uprising in Heaven, when his elder brother was locked in fierce combat with Sun Wukong, the latter had been struck just like this by Tai Shang Lao Jun’s Diamond Ring, leading to his defeat.

Otherwise, the outcome of that battle might have been far from certain.

Wind whistled past his ears; Wu Xian turned his head and saw white light rushing toward him—yet he merely smirked.

Then, before the stunned gazes of the White Axe Giant and Hong Haier, he slightly tilted his head back, and at the very instant the white light was about to strike, he lunged forward with a violent thrust.

CLANG——————!!!

The shockwave’s radiance spread outward, forming visible sonic ripples; the surrounding black-and-white lakes boiled in response.

Both the White Axe Giant and Hong Haier were swept back by the force, stumbling backward; the latter, even at this moment, couldn’t help but continue his act, letting out a delicate cry as he collapsed to the ground—utterly heartrending.

Meanwhile, at the center of the collision, Wu Xian stood motionless, gripping the trembling Diamond Ring, occasional arcs of lightning bursting forth as if trying to subdue it through electroshock.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!”

Far away, the Land God of Flame Mountain’s eyes bulged with rage; his face, already bleeding from seven orifices due to severe injuries, grew even more grotesque and terrifying.

The Diamond Ring was his master Tai Shang Lao Jun’s treasure—though not among the strongest, its power remained immense; even if Sun Wukong himself had been reborn, he could never have blocked such a blow head-on, let alone some mere Fated One.

Yet the evidence lay before him: Wu Xian had not only proven himself even harder-headed than Sun Wukong, he was now attempting to subdue the Diamond Ring… Honestly, had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed such a thing possible.

Hong Haier was equally stunned.

Now wearing Ping Ping’s delicate face, his cherry lips slightly parted, he looked utterly bewildered—adorably so.

Yet inside, his heart churned with a storm of shock; his gaze toward Wu Xian carried a trace of fear.

Tai Shang Lao Jun was no ordinary being—he was known as the Dao Ancestor, dwelling in the Doushui Palace far above the Thirty-Three Heavens. Though nominally a subject of the Jade Emperor, everyone knew his extraordinary power, even deeper and more unfathomable than the Jade Emperor’s.

The treasures he forged were naturally formidable: for instance, the Banana Leaf Fan held by Iron Fan Princess could fling a person forty-eight thousand li away with a single swing—yet that had merely been used to regulate the fire of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, let alone the Diamond Ring, designed specifically for combat.

But now…

“Just how strong is this guy?”

Hong Haier’s emotions were a tangled mess. He had already vastly overestimated Wu Xian’s strength, believing this Fated One might have approached or even reached Sun Wukong’s former level.

But now he saw he had underestimated him terribly—he could now be certain that the historical Sun Wukong could never have so casually withstood the Diamond Ring’s full-force strike.

Could it be that after becoming a Buddha, Sun Wukong’s power had further increased?

But if so, how on earth would I later extract those root-essences from him?

Hong Haier remained mired in torment, while Wu Xian had gradually subdued the Diamond Ring’s resistance.

It wasn’t that the Diamond Ring lacked principles and surrendered so easily—it was that Wu Xian had electrocuted it with Thunder Art, then immediately sealed it with a half-finished Four Symbols, Five Phases, Eight Trigrams Binding Array, severing its connection to the Land God of Flame Mountain and to Tai Shang Lao Jun, thus ending its resistance.

“Pity—there’s still Tai Shang Lao Jun’s spiritual imprint inside. To truly use this treasure, I must erase it first. The Flying Dragon Scepter is still out of reach.”

Wu Xian thought this to himself, then looked up at the Land God of Flame Mountain, pulling his lips into a chillingly benevolent smile: “Hey, lickspittle, got any other treasures over there?”

“You!!”

Sensing Wu Xian’s malice, the Land God of Flame Mountain shuddered violently. Without hesitation, despite his wounds, he unleashed multiple divine arts—ink-and-water missiles, Yin-Yang Fish—all hurled at once, then his body erupted in light as he tried to activate a teleportation technique to flee this space.

BOOM!

Wu Xian slammed down another punch, causing heaven and earth to tremble; vast stretches of the black-and-white lakes evaporated into nothingness.

Simultaneously, violent power surged outward, instantly shattering every ink-and-water missile and Yin-Yang Fish.

The fist's residual force continued driving forward, slamming into the Land God's space—stripping away his teleportation with pure, extreme violence, sending him flying through the air.

Terrified beyond measure, the Land God frantically pulled a red gourd from his sleeve, yanked out the stopper, and shouted:

“Fated…”

PUFF!

Blood sprayed; the hand holding the red gourd flew into the sky. Before the Land God could even comprehend what had happened, his vision filled with an enormous hand, slamming down onto his face.

CRACK!!

His five fingers tightened like iron bands; the sound of skull fragments exploding filled the air.

“Aaaahhhhh—!!!”

The Land God screamed continuously, his head throbbing as if about to burst, his body paralyzed, his mind filled with only four words.

My life is over!

“Want to die? It’s not that easy!”

Wu Xian sneered: “Back in the Ash Forest, I heard a few Yin Soldiers say that those who deliberately set fires, destroyed family bonds, or abused animals in life all face specific punishments in Hell. You, you bastard, committed all three—so you won’t miss a single one.”

Saying this, he ignored the Land God’s pleas. Blue light emerged from his palm, effortlessly piercing through his mental defenses, beginning to search his memories.

“So that’s how it is…”

After a long while, Wu Xian casually tossed the unconscious Land God of Flame Mountain onto the ground, murmuring softly.

According to the Land God’s memories, Tai Shang Lao Jun’s avatar had recently descended, delivering several treasures to him to test Wu Xian’s strength as the Fated One.

Alongside the Diamond Ring, there was also the Purple Gold Red Gourd he had just used.

That was the treasure used by the Silver Horned King in Journey to the West to trap Sun Wukong—call out someone’s true name, whether real or fake, and if they answer, you suck them into the gourd, where they dissolve into pus within moments.

Thinking this, Wu Xian waved his hand; the severed hand’s Purple Gold Red Gourd floated over to him, settling into his grip.

Feeling no seals or imprints inside, he could use it immediately—he broke into a broad grin.

No need for pretense—he’d coveted such collection treasures for a long time. Back in Little Western Heaven, he’d planned to seize the Yellow Brow’s Seed Bag, but that pretentious Maitreya had taken it back, and he’d never forgiven him.

Now he had the Purple Gold Red Gourd. Though with some limitations, it was already quite excellent.

“Thank you, Nature’s bounty!”

At this moment, Wu Xian held the Diamond Ring in one hand and the Purple Gold Red Gourd in the other, feeling utterly satisfied—he wished Tai Shang Lao Jun would come again and again with similar setups, so he could keep bursting gold coins.

Then, in future battles, he wouldn’t even need to lift a finger—he could just crush his enemies with his treasures.

“Congratulations, Brother Monkey! You’ve acquired two treasures!”

With the Land God’s unconsciousness, the gray space collapsed, reverting to the scene of Dandu Valley. Hong Haier hurried forward, offering effusive congratulations to Wu Xian—but his eyes flickered with greed as they fixed on the two treasures in Wu Xian’s hands.

“Heh!”

Wu Xian chuckled softly, then deliberately raised the Purple Gold Red Gourd and addressed Hong Haier:

“Hong Haier—I call you by name. Dare you answer?”

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