Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1133 - 802 Slaying God Spear_2

Chapter 1133: 802 Slaying God Spear_2

Having witnessed the birth of the Slaying God Spear, Jiang Chen had to admit that he had previously underestimated it, thinking that it was inferior to the Pangu Banner.

In fact, this was a mistake. When it comes to power, the Slaying God Spear indeed falls short of the Pangu Banner, but if we talk about lethality, then the Pangu Banner is no match for the Slaying God Spear.

The resentment born from Chaos endowed the Slaying God Spear with an unmatched killing power. Any being from the Chaos World that it pierced would be cursed by Chaos and devoured by the will of Chaos.

The higher the realm, the greater the pressure from the Slaying God Spear. No wonder the Slaying God Spear had the reputation in legends of wounding, even slaying Saints. All of these were not without reason.

Whether the Slaying God Spear could slay Saints, Jiang Chen did not know, but he was certain that even a Saint would suffer greatly if pricked by it, and would need eons to heal, even with the aid of the Power of the Heavenly Dao.

Because the power of the Slaying God Spear came from the Great Chaos, which surpassed the power of the Chaos World and naturally suppressed it.

"No wonder after the Demon Ancestor perished, the Slaying God Spear disappeared without a trace. It’s likely that the Heavenly Dao did not permit its existence. Such a treasure, naturally restraining all beings of the Primordial Era, should not exist in this world."

Now that he knew the origin of the Slaying God Spear, Jiang Chen naturally understood why the weapon had vanished without a trace. If he were the Heavenly Dao, he too would not allow such a treasure to exist in the world.

...

Chaos continued to evolve within Jiang Chen’s consciousness, with various mysteries about the Slaying God Spear constantly emerging in his mind.

Regrettably, the inheritance from the Underworld River Ancestor that he acquired was incomplete, and it contained very little about the Slaying God Spear. Just as Jiang Chen was beginning to understand, the Chaos before his eyes burst apart abruptly.

Thereafter, a mountain, indescribably majestic, came into view before Jiang Chen. Surrounded by numerous treasures, the mountain didn’t look very large, merely tens of millions of feet high, but it seemed to occupy the concept of vastness, giving an impression of being infinitely large.

This mountain was Sumeru Mountain, not the Spiritual Mountain of the current Buddhist door, but the legendary Sumeru Mountain that was occupied by the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou and had not been destroyed—the original Sumeru Mountain.

When compared to the Sumeru Mountain of the Demonic Way, the Sacred Mountain of the Buddhist door was not even worthy of mention. It would be a disgrace to the original Sumeru Mountain to even compare the two.

Without exaggeration, if the Western Saints had founded the Western religion with the original Sumeru Mountain, the strength of their sect would not have just been on par with the Mystic Sect, but would definitely have surpassed the Jiejiao Sect and the Chan Teaching.

However, there are no what-ifs in this world.

...

The original Sumeru Mountain was vast, with Dao Rhyme swirling around and treasure light shining brightly. To Jiang Chen, it seemed no less than Kunlun Mountain.

Unfortunately, the black Sha Qi that gathered around Sumeru Mountain, like fog that never dispersed, spoiled the sacred atmosphere of the mountain, making it look more like a den of devils.

No, it was not just an appearance. Before the Great Ancient times, Sumeru Mountain had been a Demon’s Den, the ancestral home of the Demonic Way, the headquarters of the Demon Sect, inhabited by countless demons.

And that is the greatest difference between the ancient and modern Sumeru Mountains. The ancient one was steeped in demonic energy, while the modern one was holy and peaceful, bathed in the light of Buddhism.

This phenomenon could be understood as the Buddhist door defeating the Demon Sect and taking over Sumeru Mountain. Or it could be interpreted as the Demonic Way stealing the fruits of the Buddhism Dao, disguising themselves in the attire of Buddhism, and accepting offerings from all beings on Sumeru Mountain.

It truly echoed the saying where the Demon said to the Buddha, "In the Age of Dharma Decline, my descendants will wear your cassock, don your monk’s robes, and corrupt your teachings..."

Underneath the grand and glorious Buddhist temples, the bones of countless innocent beings were buried.

Both interpretations made sense, and which one to use depended on which was more advantageous for oneself.

Jiang Chen had previously adopted the second interpretation, but now, he would use the first. If he could accomplish what he planned, the Buddhists of the Spiritual Mountain would be thoroughly branded as part of the Demonic Way, unable to turn the tables ever again.

...

Upon Sumeru Mountain, a thick layer of pitch-black Sha Qi permeated the air, fully concealing the firmament and plunging the entire western lands into shadow.

Beneath the vast expanse of Sha Qi stood a towering figure atop Sumeru Mountain, incessantly gathering surrounding Sha Qi to temper four sharp Divine Swords.

The figure was incredibly vague, merely an ethereal shadow, indistinct to the point where not only its appearance was obscured, but even its garments were unclear. Nevertheless, Jiang Chen recognized at first glance that this person was none other than the legendary Demon Ancestor Luo Hou. The four precious swords he was tempering were, astonishingly, the Zhuxian Swords.

This scene was the fabled moment where the Demon Ancestor on Sumeru Mountain forged the Zhuxian Swords.

A poem attests to this: "Neither copper nor iron nor steel, hidden under Sumeru they did conceal. Without reversing Yin and Yang to refine, could there be no water and fire to sharpen its keen design? To slay a celestial, to obliterate immortals, engendering a red glow in all cardinal portals. The transformations of Immortal Extinction are endlessly clever, the blood of Daluo Celestials stains their garments forever."

The Zhuxian Swords, born atop Sumeru Mountain, were not created by Heaven and Earth but were forged by the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou himself, who personally harvested the Sha Qi from between Heaven and Earth.

The vision of the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou tempering the Zhuxian Swords undeniably contained all their profound mysteries. It was a pity, though, that the scene before Jiang Chen was incomplete, missing a corner.

In the direction representing the Immortal Extinction Sword, it was as if someone had splashed a cluster of ink, it was completely obscured, blurred, revealing nothing clear.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

As Jiang Chen pondered, the figure of the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou on Sumeru Mountain stirred, and a succession of dazzling sword lights burst forth, streaking past Jiang Chen’s eyes, unfolding within his heart the myriad mysteries concerning the Zhuxian Swords.

At the same time, within Jiang Chen’s body, the inheritance of the Immortal Extinction Sword belonging to the Demon Ancestor began to quiver and emitted a profound vibration, resonating with the phantom of the Demon Ancestor on Sumeru Mountain.

In an instant, transformation occurred.

Within the Zhuxian Swords, the corner that belonged to the Immortal Extinction Sword, which had been exceedingly vague, started to become clear slowly with the trembling of the Immortal Extinction Sword mark inside Jiang Chen.

Immediately thereafter, all the profound mysteries related to the Zhuxian Swords rushed into Jiang Chen’s mind. After a long while, Jiang Chen organized those inheritances and woke from his trance.

"How long will it take you to comprehend this inheritance of the Demon Ancestor?" Seeing Jiang Chen regaining consciousness, the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River asked somewhat impatiently.

How could he not be anxious? The time Jiang Chen needed to comprehend the Demon Ancestor’s inheritance was tied to his own rescue – the quicker, the better.

Previously sealed, the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River didn’t have much reason to rush. But now, with the hope of release in sight, he became unsettled, his heart filled with excitement and turmoil, along with a touch of anticipation.

"Old Ancestor, there’s no need to rush. After all, this is the Demon Ancestor’s inheritance, profound and immense. Even with my exceptional talent, comprehending it will still require a considerable amount of time."

"However, please be assured, Old Ancestor, that I am even more anxious about rescuing you than you are. Therefore, no matter how long it takes, it will not exceed a hundred years. Within a century, I will definitely find a way to rescue you."

Jiang Chen understood the feelings of the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River; he himself wished he could release him right now. But comprehending the Zhuxian Swords would still take some time.

Certainly, a hundred years was unthinkable. With the help of Dao Jian, Jiang Chen wouldn’t even need a decade — mere months would suffice to fully grasp the Zhuxian Swords — but this couldn’t be shared with the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River.

"Indeed, it is I who am somewhat hasty."

Pausing a moment, the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River realized he had lost composure and recited a passage of the Tao Te Ching to soothe his turbulent emotions.

"By the way, Old Ancestor, the Twelve-Ranked Karma Fire Red Lotus and the Mystic Northern Yuan Water Control Flag, do you still have them in your possession?"

It was as if something suddenly occurred to Jiang Chen, prompting him to ask. These two magical artifacts were also part of why he had come to see the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River.

However, before disclosing his objective, he needed to make sure that these two magical artifacts were still in the possession of the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River. If they had been taken by the Two Saints of the West, then Jiang Chen would have to think of another plan.