Chapter 784: Slaughtering Gods and Exterminating Buddhas, This Seat Specially Permits

Sun Wukong's situation was bizarre and inexplicable, making it difficult for Tang Luo to act directly against him.

So he simply stirred up some trouble, getting everyone to rise and go fetch the scriptures — equivalent to a "revisiting old grounds" therapy.

Who knew, perhaps while fetching them, he would suddenly get better.

As for how to persuade Sun Wu to go fetch the scriptures, that was a task for this Tang Sanzang before him.

Tang Luo's method of convincing through reason was unsuitable for use on Sun Wukong.

Thus, the higher-ups had designated you as the scripture-fetcher.

Tang Luo blustered and cajoled, successfully handling Tang Sanzang, who was originally a devout and good monk.

After Tang Luo displayed a "divine miracle," he believed without doubt and resolutely embarked on the journey to fetch scriptures.

The task of blustering and cajoling Sun Wu into setting foot on the road together was also handed to Tang Sanzang.

This was originally his job anyway.

Tang Luo blustered Tang Sanzang, Tang Sanzang blustered Sun Wukong — a perfect chain of connection.

After sending Tang Sanzang to Sun Wu's vicinity and finishing his instructions, Tang Luo then departed; he still had some matters to attend to.

Like an old father wearing himself out for an unfilial son, so busy he fundamentally could not stop.

Eagle Sorrow Gorge, deep, steep, and broad, its waters clear and limpid.

A poem says:

Trickling cold veins pass through clouds, tranquil clear waves reflect the red sun.

Sound shakes night rain heard in secluded valleys, colors rise with morning glow dazzling the vast sky.

Thousand-ren waves fly spraying shattered jade, one pool of water roars greeting the clear wind.

Flowing back to ten thousand qing of misty waves, gulls and egrets forget each other, no anglers met.

Simply put, it is because the gorge water is calm and mirrors reflections, causing flying birds to mistake their companions' reflections for the real thing and plunge into the water to their deaths.

The place where the West Sea Third Prince Ao Yulie was imprisoned.

Back during the Mountains and Seas Realm's westward journey, the Eagle Sorrow Gorge Tang Luo passed through was gloomy and profound, with gusts of Yin wind.

No clear water light was seen, let alone clear waves reflecting the red sun.

The little white dragon who had just emerged from Eagle Sorrow Gorge was also arrogant to the extreme, but later became very obedient, becoming Master's most pampered cub.

With the Mountains and Seas Realm's shattering, the former "Land of Remembrance" became the past.

There was no place left for everyone to be moved by the scenery and think of people upon seeing objects.

Now it is, in another sense, a "return once more" to Eagle Sorrow Gorge.

"Even blacker than the previous one." Tang Luo arrived at the bank of Eagle Sorrow Gorge.

The deep pool here was even darker than the Mountains and Seas Realm's, like a profound ancient well; its opening was naturally not round, but a long, narrow crack.

Like a weirdly curved, ferociously grinning mouth.

From the bank to the water surface, it was a good few dozen meters high.

It looked like the place where a protagonist has a cliff-jumping fortuitous encounter and incidentally saves their life.

Tang Luo stood on the bank a few dozen meters above the water surface, took a step forward, entered free fall, and dropped into the gorge water.

Not a single splash rose; he simply sank directly into Eagle Sorrow Gorge, only some ripples spreading across the water surface.

The moment he entered Eagle Sorrow Gorge, Tang Luo felt a heavy pressure pressing in from all directions.

The resistance to movement was not like being in water, but like being embedded in solid earth.

This was truly a cage.

Tang Luo kept sinking, and before his eyes drifted a wisp of black-red blood mist.

The water instantly gained a bloody stench.

Suddenly, the incomparably calm gorge water began to surge, accompanied by the sound of chains trembling.

A dragon claw covered in wounds stretched out from the black water, grabbing toward Tang Luo.

Tang Luo let the dragon claw seize him and was brought before the dragon's head.

A white dragon, coiled around a stone pillar — or rather, pierced through the body by seven rust-mottled nails, nailed to the stone pillar.

Only the front-most pair of dragon claws and the head could move slightly.

The stone pillar was wound with several dozen giant chains, connecting to the water bottom and the sheer cliffs on both sides.

Connected to the earth; even when the white dragon moved, tearing its wounds and spilling large amounts of fresh blood, causing the chains to tremble and emit a slight quiver.

The stone pillar did not move a fraction.

Even more heart-shaking: as the white dragon's wounds tore and widened, those seven rust-mottled nails directly grew barbs, hooking into the white dragon's flesh and blood, preventing it from escaping by self-mutilation to enlarge the wounds.

The severity of the punishment was evident.

Compared to the little white dragon of those years, it was truly heaven and earth apart.

The little white dragon was merely confined in Eagle Sorrow Gorge unable to leave; when needed he could still catch some wild game to improve the menu.

Otherwise how was the white horse eaten?

Of course, the white horse Tang Luo rode at that time was not eaten; the little white dragon had just opened his mouth when he was knocked back into the water with a staff by Sun Wukong, who had been prepared thanks to Tang Luo's reminder.

After Ao Yulie replaced the white horse's mount status, the original white horse was released.

It became an unbridled wild horse; who knows if it later found a grassland belonging to it.

The white dragon seized Tang Luo but did not swallow him in one gulp; crimson eyes stared at him.

Yes, this white dragon's eyes were red, not the golden pupils of most dragons.

In those dragon eyes there was no frenzy, brutality, nor even pain — only extreme coldness.

As if the wounds on its body belonged to another person, another dragon.

"West Sea Third Prince..." Tang Luo spoke.

"Who are you?" a hoarse voice rang out.

"Tang Xuanzang," Tang Luo said. "Do you want freedom?"

"Freedom?"

"Yes. As long as you nod, I'll let you out," Tang Luo said.

"Let me out? On what grounds?" the White Dragon sneered.

Tang Luo couldn't be bothered to explain; he easily broke free of the dragon claw and reached out with his right hand, closing it in a grasp.

Power surged. The surrounding chains snapped in response, the entire stone pillar instantly shattering, and even the seven nails pinning the White Dragon's body developed massive cracks.

But these seven nails did not break.

"How about this? Is this enough?" Tang Luo asked.

"... Prepare yourself." The White Dragon showed no wild joy at regaining freedom; its body coiled into a cluster in the black water.

Beneath the water, the black ground suddenly began to boil, large bubbles emerging on the surface.

Like rolling black hot oil.

Black claws abruptly shot out from underground, lunging at the White Dragon, but the White Dragon dodged.

And this single claw was only the beginning. In the next breath, over a hundred black talons reached up from the deep earth, claw shadows layer upon layer, enveloping the White Dragon.

The White Dragon did its best to evade, yet still could not avoid them all.

One claw caught its body, tearing out a spray of fresh blood and shattered scales.

At the same time, the massive iron nails on its body suddenly transformed, turning into the shape of dragon claws, locking onto the White Dragon and dragging it downward.

"What the hell is this?" Tang Luo waved a hand casually, and the claws extending from underground instantly dissipated. "So much resentment."

"Roar!"

The answer to Tang Luo was a roar from underground.

This roar sounded like a dragon's howl, yet carried boundless resentment.

Countless scarlet eyes lit up underground, and the boiling ground began to "tear apart."

One black dragon soul after another emerged, intertwining.

It could be seen that the surrounding sheer cliffs likewise manifested large numbers of black, hideous dragon souls.

No, to be precise, the entire Eagle Sorrow Gorge's "four walls" and ground were actually composed of this horde of black dragon souls.

With the White Dragon's temporary escape, the dragon souls "awakened"; pained, furious roars reverberated through the whole Eagle Sorrow Gorge.

"The West Sea dragon horde."

The White Dragon spoke, badly wounded, its voice still flat, just a bit hoarse.

"Your jailers?" Tang Luo asked. "How come they have no bodies left, only mostly mindless, resentment-soaring remnant souls?"

"Yes. Because their dragon bodies are on me," the White Dragon said.

Tang Luo glanced at the White Dragon and suddenly understood, realizing how the seven rust-mottled nails on its body had come to be.

"Yu'er..." An incomparably muffled voice, like distant thunder, rang out as a colossal black dragon soul slowly swam forth. "Where are you going?"

"This is—"

"The West Sea Dragon King," the White Dragon said.

"Pretty big. Is this the whole clan being punished, exterminated to the ninth degree?"

The West Sea dragon horde were jailers, yet likewise trapped here same as the White Dragon, most even worse off — they didn't even have bodies left, no intellect remaining, muddleheaded, sustained only by a chest full of resentment.

Can't even die.

"No." The White Dragon's voice gained a trace of coldness.

"Yu'er, you violated Heaven's laws, refused to reform despite repeated teaching, implicated my West Sea dragon horde, and now you want to flee again?" The West Sea Dragon King twisted its body.

Rather than a true dragon's soul, it was more like a twisted venomous snake.

"Is the one who violated Heaven's laws really me?" the White Dragon countered.

"Ridiculous! Stay right here for me!" The West Sea Dragon King roared, and it and the dragon horde suddenly pressed the attack.

The seven nails on the White Dragon's body turned from dragon claws into seven venomous dragons, tearing and biting at the White Dragon.

The White Dragon's body heaved up and down, pain spreading in silence.

A moment later, it slowly stopped.

"This..."

A somewhat surprised, bewildered voice sounded; the White Dragon's eyes widened.

All the surrounding black dragon souls vanished completely.

"How about now?" Tang Luo asked, having shattered every dragon soul with a single palm strike, beating them into smoke and scattering them.

"You're strong." After a silence, the White Dragon extended a dragon claw, seized a nail, and yanked it out viciously.

A large spray of dragon blood gushed out; it could be seen the iron nails weren't simply driven into flesh — they had left terrifying wounds on the dragon bones as well.

"But have you considered it? You want to make enemies of all the gods and Buddhas in heaven?"

As if it weren't its own body, the White Dragon pulled out the iron nails one by one, its body convulsing and trembling, yet its words remained calm.

It made Tang Luo wish he could grab Little White Dragon and stuff him in here to take a good look, to learn a thing or two.

What it means to be a hard man, what it means to be a fierce male.

This White Dragon embodies Eldest Senior Brother's earnest hopes for you!

"Enemies of all gods and Buddhas?" Tang Luo laughed, shaking his head. "No — it's them trying to make an enemy of me."

The White Dragon froze for a beat, then suddenly burst into wild laughter, laughing so hard the black waters of Eagle Sorrow Gorge surged violently: "Speak. What do you want me to do?"

"Walk the Journey to the West once more, together with Sun Wukong and the others."

The words barely fell before the White Dragon's laughter cut off abruptly, its scarlet eyes fixed on Tang Luo: "Fetching scriptures?"

"No, just going to the Western Heaven together," Tang Luo said. "As for the rest, do whatever you want. What you didn't dare do before, go do it now."

"What was forbidden before, you can also go do now."

"Slaughter gods, exterminate Buddhas — this seat grants special permission. You can do whatever you please."

Demonic flames soared to the heavens!

"Who exactly are you?"

"Tang Xuanzang. Now all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens call me the Buddha's Enemy, the Great Heavenly Demon." Tang Luo's smile was radiant.

The White Dragon gave Tang Luo a deep look, then rushed out of Eagle Sorrow Stream.

Tang Luo swept his gaze over this empty Eagle Sorrow Stream, and flew out as well, landing on the bank over a hundred meters above the water surface: "Same as before, you just handle——Holy shit!"

The Heavenly Demon's imposing bearing instantly hit rock bottom just now.

"You're surprised?" Having transformed into human form, the white-haired White Dragon asked.

The White Dragon before him was not a gentleman like jade, but a handsome, heroic, scar-covered white-haired mature beauty.