Chapter 779: Demonization, Feminization, Deification

"Speak! Why won't you speak?" Tang Luo asked, grabbing the Jade Emperor by the neck.

As the Jade Emperor, how could he have not a shred of composure?

"Oh, sorry about that." After a few seconds, Tang Luo loosened his grip slightly.

He was suppressing the Jade Emperor from all directions, a full three hundred and sixty degrees, so the Jade Emperor being unable to speak was perfectly normal.

Now able to open his mouth, the Jade Emperor immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Quickly go to the Western Heaven and invite the Tathagata Buddha!"

This villain is dangerous; he cannot be opposed by force. We must call for reinforcements!

Why not invite the much closer Taishang Laojun?

Tang Luo didn't know, but whether it was the Tathagata or Taishang Laojun who came, the difference wasn't great.

He actually hoped more for the Tathagata to come. Tang Luo said to Taibai Jinxing over there: "That's right, quickly go to the Western Heaven and invite the Tathagata Buddha."

Receiving the joint order of His Majesty and the enemy, Taibai Jinxing ran off without a second word — no, he went to the Western Heaven to invite the Tathagata Buddha.

His speed was extremely fast; truly worthy of being the Heavenly Court's Goodwill Ambassador. How could one run everywhere and serve as an ambassador without some speed?

As for the immortals and heavenly generals in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, they were of no use at all. They all trembled under Tang Luo's powerful might, and what's more, they felt quite justified in doing so.

See? The Jade Emperor is in this demon's hands; the others have a hostage in their grasp!

They refrained from acting for the sake of the Jade Emperor's safety, absolutely not because they were cowardly.

"Who are you!"

The Jade Emperor, having shouted the rescue plan, looked at Tang Luo and asked.

"Sun Wukong's master, Tang Xuanzang," Tang Luo said. "Not Patriarch Subhuti."

"Hah!"

Perhaps because he had finished calling for help, the Jade Emperor was now quite tough, letting out a cold laugh.

Worthy of being the nominal Lord of the Three Realms.

Tang Luo greatly appreciated such a tough guy, so he pressed his head down, making it have multiple intimate collisions with the white jade slabs of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Facts proved that a man who could become the nominal Lord of the Three Realms really did have a hard head.

The degree of head-ironness did not disappoint.

Releasing the dizzy Jade Emperor, Tang Luo walked over to the Jade Emperor's daily throne and sat down straightforwardly.

He even leaned back against the chair back, relaxed as if he had returned home.

Speaking of which, Tang Luo had also met the Jade Emperor of the Mountains and Seas Realm once.

The true body of the Mountains and Seas Realm's Jade Emperor, compared to this Jade Emperor, still had some differences.

This Jade Emperor looked full of majesty, yet unknowingly gave people a sinister feeling.

Combined with this world's close relationship with Sun Wukong, in Sun Wukong's heart, the Jade Emperor was actually an image of being outwardly strong but inwardly weak?

The Jade Emperor slowly stood up, glanced at the treasured sword in his hand. The sword body had shattered at some unknown time, leaving only a hilt.

He smashed the hilt onto the ground, using the "hilt" as a signal.

Behind him, Li Jing, Jinzha, Muzha, the Giant Spirit God, Wang Lingguan, and a whole crowd of famous immortals gathered close.

Outside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the remaining heavenly soldiers surrounded the place in layers, preventing Tang Luo from escaping.

Tang Luo naturally had absolutely no intention of escaping, tossing the Golden Hoop in his hand up and down.

"This is... the demon monkey's Golden Hoop?" The crowd of immortals finally saw clearly what magic treasure Tang Luo was using, and all were shocked in their hearts.

"Correct." Tang Luo said, "This poor monk has emphasized time and again that this poor monk is Sun Wukong's master. This Golden Hoop is the proof. If you don't believe it, this poor monk can also give you a demonstration of the Tight-Fillet Spell. Does anyone want to try?"

"..."

Who are you trying to fool!

Not a single one of these immortals believed it, but not a single one was willing to step up and try.

Since they wouldn't take the initiative, Tang Luo could only take the initiative himself.

He casually grabbed out, seizing a random immortal and pulling him forward. Exactly who it was, he didn't know.

There were a whole heap of Heavenly Court immortals; Tang Luo couldn't possibly know every single one.

Placing the Golden Hoop onto the head of that immortal who was resisting with all his might, Tang Luo reached his hand into the small circle formed by the two curved ends of the Golden Hoop.

He began to constrict it inward.

That immortal screamed in agony, his head nearly crushed to pieces by the constricting Golden Hoop.

Tang Luo stopped, restoring the Golden Hoop to its normal size — the Golden Hoop hadn't disappointed him; its malleability was no different from the genuine article.

Worthy of being the thing Sun Wukong was familiar with; the replication fidelity was very high.

Taking the Golden Hoop back, Tang Luo looked at the crowd of immortals with a smug air: "Seeing this exquisite Tight-Fillet Spell, do you believe it now?"

"..."

If it weren't for this demon's unfathomable strength, making rash action inadvisable.

Everyone would have long since rushed up and beaten him until his form was utterly destroyed.

Since the Heavenly Court was established millions of years ago, this was the first time it had suffered such a huge humiliation. Even when the demon monkey caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace back then, he merely overturned a few palaces.

Just smashed a few gardens.

Physical battle damage; spend a little time and it could be rebuilt, even better than before.

Some broad-minded immortals just treated it as the demon monkey helping "out with the old, in with the new."

But this "Tang Xuanzang" who claimed to be the demon monkey's master was different. His actions were trampling the face of all the Heavenly Court's immortals into the ground.

Spiritual battle damage; only the opponent's blood could compensate.

"Where did you get the Golden Hoop?" the Jade Emperor asked, not even glancing at the nameless minor immortal under Tang Luo's feet whose head was quickly turning into a gourd shape.

"Huaguo Mountain, Water Curtain Cave." Tang Luo smiled. "Put on this thing, take up the Golden Hoop Rod, and Sun Wukong should set foot on the Journey to the West once more. Right?"

The crowd of immortals responded with silence, which counted as tacit agreement.

"So, the Golden Headband is here, the Golden Cudgel is there waiting to be taken, but where is Sun Wukong?" Tang Luo casually hung the Golden Headband on his wrist, gesturing to the side, "That big... sorry, this tall Sun Wukong, where is he?"

He gestured, about 1.6 meters or so.

A tiny bit taller than the current Tang Luo; in another half month, Tang Luo would achieve the overtake, looking down on Sun Wukong.

"That monkey, isn't that short, right?" Nezha, arriving late, said.

Looked even more exquisite than the Nezha of the Mountains and Seas World's true body.

Here we need to explain Nezha's gender issue: at first, Nezha was a ball, later a male.

No problem with this point.

Later still, Nezha incarnated as a lotus-root person; because it was a rare unity of soul and body, it was truly genderless in the genuine sense.

However, because he had once been "male," everyone defaulted to Nezha being a lotus-root man.

And this one now... obviously leaning feminine, belongs to the lotus-root woman category.

Think about it: back then Sun Wukong's appellation for Nezha was also "that little girl," who knows what he was thinking.

Clearly the other wasn't that much shorter than him.

"Oh?" Hearing Nezha's words, Tang Luo raised an eyebrow, letting out a laugh of unclear meaning.

Just as he was laughing, a wave of murderous intent drifted in from outside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, like a bleak autumn wind.

"Big Brother Yang!"

Nezha reacted fastest, immediately looking backward — the flying kind.

At the entrance of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, a figure appeared, striding in with big steps.

Yang Jian!

"... So this is the true image of Yang Jian in your mind?" Tang Luo's interrupted laughter continued.

This Yang Jian is, so far, the one with the greatest image disparity Tang Luo has seen, bar none.

The entering Yang Jian was tall of build, clad in a suit of dull armor, a red fleece scarf at the collar, draped in a dark red cloak.

In hand he held a three-pointed double-edged saber with a golden blade.

Features square and unruly, face fleshy and fierce.

Most special were Yang Jian's three eyes.

The normal pair of eyes had only whites, no pupils; the vertical pupil was a narrow, all-gold eyeball.

The very image of a Hong Kong comic muscle tough guy with white eyes.

"Someone kindly opened their Heavenly Eye to diagnose you." Tang Luo muttered.

Result: Sun Wukong uglified Yang Jian into this.

This look is wrong; after laughing, Tang Luo felt that upon seeing Sun Wukong, it was necessary to properly educate this monkey.

You can't uglify someone just because they're taller than you, and feminize them just because they're shorter.

Just who taught you this messy garbage?

"Demon, receive death!"

Yang Jian's personality hadn't changed: ruthless, few words; entering the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, without a second word, he raised the three-pointed double-edged saber and thrust.

Tang Luo extended two fingers, clamping the three-pointed double-edged saber thrust before his face.

The instant the three-pointed double-edged saber was stopped, the Heavenly Eye in the middle of the Hong Kong comic muscle white-eyed macho Yang Jian's forehead shot out a beam of golden light, directly landing on Tang Luo's forehead.

Tang Luo's head tilted back slightly: "Not only uglified, but weakened too..."

Not even a red mark.

The Golden Headband in hand smashed Yang Jian flying; Tang Luo took the momentum to stand: "Let me see what the Tathagata looks like."

He leapt up; outside, the heavenly soldiers' encirclement was torn open once again.

It seemed the purpose of these heavenly soldiers forming a grand array encirclement was just to be shredded by Tang Luo.

In the high sky, Sanskrit sounds rose in waves, Buddha light shone universally.

Amidst swirling clouds and mist, Buddhist Arhats manifested first, then the lotus throne seat, the Tathagata Buddha descended.

Atop the lotus throne sat a six-zhang golden-body Buddha Ancestor, a halo born behind the head.

Like a golden giant Buddha statue, expressionless, without joy or sorrow.

One could say he had already completely deified.

That one in the Mountains and Seas World still had a normal human appearance, at most a solemn precious-phase monk.

Not the "Buddha statue" seen before one's eyes.

"Paying respects to the Buddha Ancestor."

The heavenly gods and immortals all came forward in unison, saluting the Tathagata.

Including the Jade Emperor, likewise bowing at the waist.

Only the unruly Yang Jian merely cupped fists; Nezha stood behind Yang Jian, giving a perfunctory gesture.

The disparity in status between the two sides was clear at a glance.

Taibai Jinxing emerged from the Arhat group, circling a full kilometer away from Tang Luo, returning to the heavenly court's side.

"No need for excessive courtesy." The Tathagata's voice came from the horizon, like morning bell and evening drum, provoking deep thought.

The six-zhang golden body maintained the posture of a single hand raised vertically at the chest, its "gaze" falling on Tang Luo: "Who are you? Why do you impersonate my second disciple?"

This question was asked at a very high level, leaving Tang Luo momentarily unable to answer.

How to answer? Could he answer this golden-body Tathagata: I am your disciple?

Hard to answer, then don't answer.

Tang Luo skipped this link, shaking and transforming directly into the questioner: "Where is Sun Wukong?"

"That demon monkey is obstinate and unenlightened; currently he is tempering in the mortal dust. Once the ferocity is ground away, he will naturally reappear to fetch scriptures." The Tathagata said.

It was as if nothing had been said.

Tang Luo pointed at Rulai: "Let's keep it simple—you tell me where he is. Or, we fight, and then you tell me where he is."

Though he said that, Tang Luo's eyes boiled with fighting spirit as he raised his hand and struck with a palm.

Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal!

A massive handprint appeared, slapping toward Rulai.

"You are the Buddha's enemy!"

Rulai's voice turned harsh—the morning bell and evening drum became the sound of thunder, directly condemning Tang Luo.

Without seeing him move, a huge golden handprint descended from the heavens.

Rulai's Divine Palm!