Chapter 801: Qitian Dasheng!

Corpses fell, hitting the ground; the lofty gods and Buddhas plummeted to their deaths.

Before long, only a sparse few — fewer than a hundred — remained in the sky.

Among them were the Jade Emperor, Guanyin, Randeng, Erlang Shen, and Li Jing, Wenshu — those "half-dreaming, half-awake" gods and Buddhas who were heavily injured but hadn't died.

These gods and Buddhas were powerful; even after the grand formation shattered, they still survived.

But judging by their condition, it was very poor; they barely stayed airborne, bobbing up and down from time to time.

"Hiss—"

Jin Chanzi on the ground deliberately sucked in a breath of cold air. "Demon Venerable, you've killed everyone — what about my great vow? Isn't this me winning by lying flat? How can you personally take out the trash?"

The few surviving gods and Buddhas in the sky heard Jin Chanzi's words, and several directly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

They plummeted; midair fell silent — killed by Jin Chanzi's verbal follow-up strike, infuriated to death alive.

Mm, the ones who died were all monks.

The Heavenly Court's side didn't actually bear that much enmity toward Jin Chanzi.

The same words, if spoken by Sun Wukong, would have a far more outstanding effect on the Heavenly Court.

But right now Sun Wukong was still just Sun Wu; he stared blankly at the blood-red earth all around, and suddenly felt the staff in his hand wasn't hard anymore.

We fought and killed our way up with such hardship — what was it all for in the end?

Not only Sun Wukong; the remaining members of the Journey to the West team also had a feeling of absurd eeriness.

They originally thought that with Tang Luo as the main attacker and them assisting from the side, there would ultimately be an earth-shattering great battle against the sky-full of gods and Buddhas.

Even if they perished body and Dao, it would count as dying in the right place.

Avenging the grudge from back then.

Unexpectedly, in the final great battle, they were spectators the whole way, never getting a chance to act.

This feeling was like grinding levels for a hundred years, finally achieving divine mastery, facing the BOSS, only for the accompanying NPC grandpa to casually one-shot the BOSS with a wave of his hand.

Never mind divine mastery — even if weak and feeble, one could still easily get through it.

What did I grind levels for?

Painstaking revenge, finally reaching the enemy's face, and "Master" says: "This is your enemy."

Then slaps him dead with one palm.

For a moment, Zhu Bajie, Ao Yu and the others turned into "Xianxia Huang Shang," faces full of bewilderment.

Who am I, where am I, what should I do now?

"Tang Xuanzang!"

The Jade Emperor squeezed three words from between his teeth, like a cuckoo crying blood.

A foundation of millions of years, collapsed today, no longer existing, everything vanished like smoke and scattered clouds.

He was nearly deranged.

"Oh my, Wukong, back when you stormed the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, did you ever see the Jade Emperor looking this madman-like?" Jin Chanzi said with a laugh, his mouth capable of infuriating people to death.

Clearly, long before Sun Wukong's great havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he, Jin Chanzi, had already been punished to undergo reincarnation.

But after his return, he knew everything like the back of his hand, as if all was within his grasp.

"How would I know?" Sun Wu said.

He no longer rejected the fact that he was the Great Demon Sun Wukong.

But he also wasn't in a hurry to recover his past memories and identity, adopting an attitude of letting things take their natural course.

The Jade Emperor turned a deaf ear to Jin Chanzi's mockery, only staring dead at Tang Luo.

Jin Chanzi's description wasn't wrong; the Jade Emperor right now indeed looked like a madman.

Although he still wore the bright-yellow imperial robe, many parts of it were already shattered, and stained with large amounts of blood — some his own, some from other gods and Buddhas.

His originally square and majestic face changed; his cheeks completely caved in, his long beard shed, his disheveled hair turned gray-white.

Both hands wrinkled, skin over bone, not much better than a dried corpse.

Most severe were the Jade Emperor's eyes — both blood-red, filled with madness that couldn't be concealed.

"Tch."

Ao Yu looked at the Jade Emperor's current appearance and snorted disdainfully.

The vast majority of immortals have golden pupils, faintly emitting golden light, appearing incomparably majestic.

While many demons have blood-colored pupils, baleful demonic qi soaring to the heavens.

Back when Ao Yu was still the West Sea Crown Prince, he also had golden pupils, his dragon might very heavy.

When he chopped his own father, killing intent crazily permeated, golden pupils turned red pupils, and then he was defined as a demon freak by the Heavenly Court.

Now the Jade Emperor also cannot suppress his surging killing intent; golden pupils turned red pupils.

By the Heavenly Court's reckoning, the Jade Emperor has also fallen and become a demon.

"Your Majesty." The awakened Li Jing sensed the Jade Emperor's abnormality and spoke, intending to "persuade."

The Jade Emperor abruptly turned his head; a wave of fierce baleful intent rushed over.

Li Jing's face went pale; already heavily injured, he was hit by this baleful killing qi and vomited another mouthful of blood.

"Hm?"

The lightly injured Guanyin on the side frowned slightly.

She originally thought it was just the Jade Emperor's excessive killing intent; now it seems it's not that simple.

"Tang Xuanzang!"

The Jade Emperor shouted the three words again; just now it was a low roar, now it was a howl.

He actively charged toward Tang Luo; the robes on his body tore, his body swelled and transformed.

"Dragon?"

"Jiao?"

"No, doesn't look like it."

Not only Tang Luo and the others, even the survivors of the Heavenly Court were extremely bewildered.

The Jade Emperor's transformation didn't seem like any divine ability or spell; rather, it gave the feeling of revealing his true form.

Halfway through, a blue-black long snake appeared. The reason it was called a "long snake" was because this thing grew in an extremely bizarre manner.

Three parts resembled a dragon, six parts resembled a jiao. It had no dragon claws. A pair of wings covered in black scales grew out. Its upper body was covered in knife-like scales, while its lower body was completely transparent, revealing bones and flesh like sharp spines inside. Bursts of primeval ferocious beast aura emanated from it, incomparably ferocious.

"I'm afraid it's some ancient exotic species," Guanyin said softly.

Unexpectedly, this ruler of the Three Realms, in a certain sense, was also a demon.

The Jade Emperor roared, his mouth opening to an exaggerated degree.

Inside, rows of teeth sharp as curved sabers could be seen, intending to swallow Tang Luo in one gulp.

Tang Luo casually raised a palm and swung it through the air, striking the Jade Emperor's beast head and sending him flying. Quite a few teeth flew out into the sky.

The Jade Emperor tumbled and writhed in midair — truly, undeniably, a long worm.

"I'll leave it to you all." Tang Luo, however, did not pursue to kill the Jade Emperor, but said to Sun Wukong and the others.

"The Demon Venerable is truly generous; having soup to drink is enough." Before the others could react, Jin Chanzi laughed loudly and soared into the sky.

"Thousand-Hand Tathagata!"

Shouting words of great treason, Jin Chanzi blasted his palms forward.

Behind him, a Buddha's golden body manifested. Golden light blazed. Ten thousand arms completely enveloped the remaining bodhisattvas and arhats of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The two sides instantly clashed in a melee.

Although the enemy had greater numbers, every single one of them was injured, and among them a good half had rather severe wounds.

Jin Chanzi's strength was likewise a bottomless pit; its depths could not be fathomed at a glance.

The battle had only just begun, and Jin Chanzi already completely suppressed the people of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

Before long, several arhats died at his hands.

But the remaining monks of Thunderclap Temple showed astonishing resilience, actually withstanding Jin Chanzi's offensive.

It looked like for a while yet, Jin Chanzi would have no way to realize his grand aspiration of "making all gods and buddhas under heaven vanish like smoke and clouds."

On the other side, the Jade Emperor twisting in midair charged at Tang Luo once more, his aura gradually declining.

Yet within this decline lay boundless madness.

Halfway there, a gigantic hand reached out, seized the Jade Emperor, and slammed him heavily onto the ground.

Zhu Bajie transformed into an upright wild boar the size of a mountain, intercepting the Jade Emperor.

"Die!"

The Jade Emperor roared, his body swelling, coiling around Zhu Bajie.

The two entwined together. Thunderous booms rang out incessantly. The blood-colored earth split apart, one deep pit after another appearing.

The battle between two primeval giant beasts had not the slightest technique to speak of.

There was only the most savage power, the most primal slaughter.

"Why! I never once thought of betraying the Heavenly Court!" Zhu Bajie roared. "Why did you harm me!"

"Because this seat was displeased," the Jade Emperor sneered.

There was no reason at all — not the factional struggle Zhu Bajie had imagined. Purely because, one day, the Jade Emperor suddenly looked at that handsome and extraordinary Marshal Tianpeng and felt displeased.

This seat is the ruler of the Three Realms; not everything can go as one wishes.

Why should you, a mere Tianpeng, enjoy carefree ease, unconcerned with worldly affairs?

For those with names and surnames on the Investiture of the Gods list, for the Jade Emperor to deal with them was far too simple.

Hearing the Jade Emperor's answer, Zhu Bajie froze for a moment, and was bitten on the shoulder by him.

"You!"

He never could have imagined it was actually such a reason.

He did not covet power, did not seek fame or profit. His strength was not insignificant, and in the Heavenly Court he had been quite carefree.

He involved himself in no open or covert struggles, so others would not provoke him either.

He had originally thought he was caught up in the Heavenly Court's power struggles, but never expected it was merely because the Jade Emperor was displeased.

That mad monk Jin Chanzi's grand aspiration was not wrong — these gods and buddhas who act willfully and recklessly under heaven should all die!

Zhu Bajie opened his mouth and bit down. His fangs pierced through the Jade Emperor's body, blood spraying.

"Ah!"

Gao Cuilan cried out and rushed to the vicinity of the two giant beasts, unhesitatingly casting spells — all manner of thunder and fire, sword lights and blade shadows, lightning flashes and thunder roars.

Although Zhu Bajie and the Jade Emperor were entwined, every single one of Gao Cuilan's spells was incomparably precise, accurately striking the Jade Emperor.

Blood-colored flames burned on the Jade Emperor's body. He was already at the end of his strength.

Now he was fighting desperately with his life on the line.

Burning the last of his life — even if Zhu Bajie did nothing, before long the Jade Emperor would also die.

But now Zhu Bajie was also thoroughly mad, neither dodging nor evading, fighting the Jade Emperor to the death.

White-eyed Yang Jian descended from the sky. The celestial eye on his forehead closed, and then even that slit vanished completely.

"Come. That battle we didn't finish back then — let's continue." Yang Jian raised his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, aiming at Sun Wu.

Not only had he recovered his full condition, his aura had climbed even further.

Without a doubt, at this moment Yang Jian was like the Jade Emperor — likewise drinking poison to quench thirst, paying with his celestial eye and his life, wanting one final hearty, unrestrained battle with Sun Wukong.

"Good!" A sharp glint flashed through Sun Wu's eyes. He actively attacked Yang Jian.

The remaining Heavenly Court gods — aside from Li Jing and a few others who were truly heavily injured and had already fallen to the ground — the rest who could still move had not the slightest fighting spirit, sneaking away quietly.

How could the White Bone Spirit and Ao Yu let them slip away just like that?

They immediately made a move, intercepting everyone; with these people heavily injured and unwilling to fight to the death, each hoping the other would die instead, they gained a overwhelming advantage.

However, Nezha was not among them; it was unknown whether he had never come at all, or had already perished when the Myriad Immortals Grand Array was destroyed.

Not only Nezha; on the Great Thunderclap Temple's side, there were also two noteworthy people who had not appeared all along.

One was Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, the other was Maitreya.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, Sun Wu was smashed by Yang Jian into the distant Spirit Mountain; the incomparably sturdy Spirit Mountain trembled.

A large amount of rubble fell.

The first to decide victory or defeat was actually Yang Jian and Sun Wu's side?

"In the end, you are not him." Yang Jian frowned and said, his tone somewhat disappointed.

"Hahahaha!"

A burst of wild laughter came from amidst the sky-filling smoke and dust, carrying a unique aura of battling heaven and fighting earth, causing Yang Jian's expression to change while simultaneously bringing a trace of a smile.

A violent aura spread out, transforming into endless gales, even blowing away the Jade Emperor and Zhu Bajie who were locked in combat.

Blazing flames burned, turning into armor on his body; a red cloak seemed transformed from fresh blood.

Golden hair grew out, covering most of his face.

Behind him, four great flags fluttered, four characters on the flags — Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

"Yang Jian, eat a staff from this old Sun!"

With a roar, a streak of golden light flew from the horizon, landing in Sun Wukong's hand, tearing heaven and earth apart!