Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1382 - 932 Tao of Gods and Demons_2

Chapter 1382: 932 Tao of Gods and Demons_2

Anyway, the starry sky was filled with treasures, danger, and opportunities coexisting.

"Martial Dao’s path is fraught with brambles and thorns, even if the path ahead is full of calamities, I believe each of you can overcome them."

"Go, set forth. Ahead, danger and opportunities exist side by side, as long as you can return alive, even the weakest among you will reach the realm of an Innate Dao Monarch."

Jiang Chen spoke, urging them on their way while also pointing out the dangers ahead.

The moment his voice fell, on the Nine States Continent, every member of the Human Race, looking up at the starry path stretched between Heaven and Earth, would realize the purpose of this starry path.

"Guide the Human Race to cultivate Ancient Martial Arts?"

Many were murmuring to themselves because in their hearts, they felt a wondrous sensation, as if merely wishing it would enable them to step onto the divine starry path and start the journey in search of the inheritance of Ancient Martial Arts.

Jiang Chen had transformed the entire Boundless Starry Sky into a huge secret realm, having spent so much effort, it clearly wasn’t prepared just for these few martial artists, but for all the people of the Human Race.

Whoever wanted to cultivate Ancient Martial Arts, Jiang Chen was willing to give them a chance to step onto the divine demonic path with the Great Divine Transcendents’ guidance and seek the lost inheritance of Ancient Martial Arts in the Boundless Starry Sky.

The divine demonic path, that was the name of this starry path. Those who stepped onto it, as long as they survived, would inevitably become gods or demons in the future.

Thus, Jiang Chen named it the divine demonic path.

However, stepping onto the divine demonic path was easy, but leaving it was difficult. If unsuccessful, one would become benevolent. If one couldn’t cultivate Ancient Martial Arts, they would never be able to leave the Boundless Starry Sky.

"Ancient Martial Arts!"

"Ancient Martial Arts!"

"Ancient Martial Arts!"

"Jiang Chen, how dare you revive the Ancient Martial Arts!"

Suddenly, thunderous outraged voices rang through Heaven and Earth. The voices contained surging fury, and in the moment they erupted, the sky and the earth changed color, creating terrifying phenomena.

Boom!

At the edge of the land, Chaos churned, lightning intertwined, thunder roared deafeningly, and torrential rain poured down as if doomsday had arrived!

Figures, god-like and demon-like, appeared at the edges of Heaven and Earth, overlooking Nanbuzhan Continent with terrifying eyes, looking over here.

A terrifying atmosphere instantaneously enveloped the entire Nanbuzhan Continent, causing every living being to shiver with fear, feeling the fear deeply in their hearts.

"What is this aura? It is as vast as Heaven and Earth, more brilliant than the sun and moon, making me feel like a mere ant in their presence."

"There’s no need for them to lift a finger. Just under their majesty, I can’t help but shiver uncontrollably, struggling to compose myself."

Inside the royal palace in Luoyang, that terrifying pressure swept through, and the proudly unyielding martial artists inside, one by one, trembled uncontrollably like ants, their bodies shaking beyond their control.

They were too weak, and though fearless at heart, their bodies couldn’t withstand such power, trembling instinctively.

In the early stages of cultivation, power was crucial. But in the later stages, cultivation became all about the heart; the greater the heart, the stronger the power. They were still too weak now to unite their heart and strength, to be fearless.

Jiang Chen initially wanted to intervene, to shield them from this pressure, but then thought better of it, letting them witness the terror of the Great Divine Transcendents. That would spare them the arrogance of thinking too highly of themselves, ignorant of the vastness and harshness of the world.

Just like the old story of Sun Wukong, who knew nothing, thought that becoming a Golden Immortal made him invincible. Then, he was nearly scared out of his wits by Donghuang Taiyi’s glance from endless space-time, and later met Chengtian Taoist Master.

From then on, Sun Wukong became much more subdued, no longer holding the swagger of being the third supreme being after Heaven and Earth.

Only by encountering true powerhouses do they come to know fear, and at the same time, it immensely ignites the aspiration to rise.

For so many years, the martial artists of the Nine States Continent had their vision severely limited, oblivious of how vast and cruel the real world was. It was a good opportunity to open their eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, follow me to meet the enemy!"

After addressing everyone, Jiang Chen strode towards the palace gates.

The scholars inside the palace, about a dozen of them, promptly stood up and followed closely behind Jiang Chen, all of them leaving the grand hall together.

These scholars harbored magnificent mountains and rivers in their minds, full of upright and forthright righteousness and the proper way of heaven and earth, fearing nothing. How could they possibly bow under the pressure of Great Divine Transcendents?

Although the Saint is dead, the Tao remains. He is the spine of scholars across the land. As long as justice resides in their hearts, not even Saints could bend the backs of these scholars.

Those strategists, although not as learned as the scholars, were each brilliant in their own right, harboring grand ambitions. Determined to clear their minds and fueled by righteousness, they too walked out, unafraid of the overpowering aura of the Great Divine Transcendents.

The only exceptions were the martial artists, each frozen in place, shivering like sieves and drenched in sweat, unable to take even a single step.

However, Cai Zhaoji, who had infiltrated their ranks, had sounds like the cries of dragons and phoenixes emanating from her being, transforming into dragon and phoenix shapes that swirled around her, shielding her from the overwhelming pressure of the Great Divine Transcendents.

This was due to acquiring the Music Dao Inheritance, thereby gaining the protection of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Even a woman surpasses you, and you still claim to be true men?"

After Cai Zhaoji followed the others and walked out of the grand hall, someone suddenly muttered under their breath.

Though the voice was low, in the silent grand hall, it was exceptionally clear, and everyone heard it.

In an instant, those martial artists broke through their defenses. Their faces turned crimson, and wisps of smoke began to rise from their heads.

This was not simply a sign of extreme anger but a manifestation of their essence energy, like billowing war smoke, a top phenomenon of the Martial Dao.

"Break free!"

A shout burst from one person whose body suddenly blazed with the light of the Human Path. The next moment, his body returned to normal, and he walked out of the grand hall with ease.

As if this was a signal, one martial artist after another shook off the influence of the Great Divine Transcendents and started moving towards the gates.

In extreme anger, the power in these martial artists’ hearts finally broke the barrier between illusion and reality, merging with their bodily strength.

With invincible hearts, though not invincible in all the world, they could face all formidable foes fearlessly.

As everyone stepped out of the grand hall, they could see, at the horizon where heaven meets earth, over a hundred figures as towering as gods and demons, each as tall as the sky itself, exhuding endless majesty.

Among these hundred figures, the weakest was a Quasi-Saint, including several Great Divine Transcendents.

They belonged to different factions, with many Quasi-Saints from myriad races aside from others, with elders from other powers. Their identities varied, but they shared one commonality—they had all suffered great losses at the hands of Ancient Martial Artists.

Since then, the dread brought by Ancient Martial Arts was deeply imprinted in their minds. Over the countless years, they thought they had forgotten the Ancient Martial Arts, no longer fearing them.

Yet unexpectedly today, as Jiang Chen revived the Ancient Martial Arts, it suddenly awakened the fearful memories buried deep within their minds.

At this very moment, they realized that their fear of the Ancient Martial Arts had not faded with time. Instead, it had grown even deeper.

Thus, they subconsciously made a move, each manifesting their immense demonic and divine forms, gathering outside the Nanbuzhan Continent, attempting to pressure the Human King to prevent him from reviving the Ancient Martial Arts.

"How mighty!"

"Are these the enemies of the Human Race? They indeed are mighty. No wonder our king disregards us, with such enemies, it really is unnecessary to regard us. We are too weak, unable to assist, and would only be a hindrance."

Following the sight of these enemies, the martial artists finally understood why Jiang Chen previously disregarded them—they were less than ants compared to these foes.

"Human King, can you really handle these enemies?"

The enemies were overwhelmingly powerful to the point where some people lost faith, even harboring thoughts that even Jiang Chen was no match for them.