Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 150 - 150 150 Sun Wukong Watch Old Sun's Art of Transformation

150: Chapter 150 Sun Wukong: Watch Old Sun’s Art of Transformation 150: Chapter 150 Sun Wukong: Watch Old Sun’s Art of Transformation At this moment, the Deities of the Celestial Court, atop the cloud peaks of Mount Huaguo, watched Sun Wukong and Yang Jian do battle with their divine skills.

Originally, it seemed Sun Wukong was about to be seized by the Golden-Winged Roc, but in the blink of an eye, a small snake wrapped around it, transforming into a big snake, the sight of which, about to devour the roc, was tremendously terrifying.

“How is this possible?

Could it be that Erlang Shen is going to lose?”

“Impossible, impossible, how could Erlang Shen lose!”

“…”

Seeing this scene unfold, the vast armies of the Celestial Court couldn’t help but discuss fervently among themselves.

“It can’t be, could it be just as I had guessed?”

At this, seeing Yang Jian at a disadvantage, Taibai Jinxing also couldn’t help feeling that it was as he had suspected.

But then he shook his head, thinking it couldn’t be possible.

After all, that was a figure who had made his name during the Investiture of the Gods Period; surely he could not be compared to a mere demon monkey from Mount Huaguo.

Regardless of what they thought,

The Golden-Winged Roc suddenly grasped with its claw, and with a shake and a flick, the big snake about to devour it was thrown out.

Splash!

The big snake plunged into the sea and vanished without a trace in an instant.

“Thinking of escaping?”

Witnessing this, the Golden-Winged Roc spread its wings, its sharp claws reaching into the sea.

Yet, there came the sound of metal clashing.

The claws of the Golden-Winged Roc were incomparably sharp; what could possibly block them?

When the Golden-Winged Roc withdrew its claw to look, it saw emerging from the sea an enormous shadow, dark and menacing.

This shadow was so immense that it spanned tens of thousands of miles.

Two deep and solemn eyes surfaced within it.

As it emerged from the sea, it was clearly a Mythical Beast with a turtle shell on its back and the tail of a snake, carrying the Bagua Trigrams—none other than Xuanwu, one of the Four Divine Beasts.

The sharp claw meets the turtle shell.

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of metallic ringing echoed.

The claw of the Golden-Winged Roc that Yang Jian had transformed into collided with Xuanwu’s back, issuing an ear-splitting screech.

The exceptionally sharp claws of the Golden-Winged Roc managed to leave only a few fine marks on the shell of Xuanwu.

Not only that, but the Golden-Winged Roc transformed by Yang Jian also felt some pain.

At that moment, with the seas in turmoil, a shadow extended from the seafloor, revealing a sinister gaping maw with sharp, pale teeth like curved daggers, aiming to bite the Golden-Winged Roc.

It was Sun Wukong who had transformed into Xuanwu after being thrown into the water.

The sea was originally the domain of the Dragon Clan, but if he simply transformed into an evil dragon, he might be suppressed by the Golden-Winged Roc, which, inheriting the Phoenix bloodline, preys on dragons and snakes; just now his transformation into a snake had gained no advantage whatsoever.

If he had only transformed into a dragon, he would have likely struggled greatly.

That was precisely why he chose to transform into Xuanwu, one of the Four Divine Beasts.

Xuanwu, master of water, resides in the Beiming Sea and excels at Water Control.

According to legend, the deity Xuanwu of Heaven and Earth came to be when, after Nuwa’s perfect merit mending the sky, Heavenly Dao remembered the Black Tortoise’s contribution of supporting Heaven, and thus granted it the divine form of Xuanwu, one of the Four Divine Beasts, to suppress the North.

Naturally, the Xuanwu that Sun Wukong had transformed into was merely in appearance and incomparable to the true Xuanwu; the discrepancy was beyond reckoning.

However, the Golden-Winged Roc that Erlang God Yang Jian had taken the form of was likewise nothing more than a semblance, vastly different from the true Golden-Winged Roc.

Hence, their Transformations being roughly equal, Sun Wukong also had no reason to fear the Golden-Winged Roc transformed by Yang Jian.

Yet upon seeing the Golden-Winged Roc before him,

Sun Wukong couldn’t help but recall the time when he had been deceived by the bona fide child of a Phoenix during his trip to the Western Heaven.

It was simply shameless to trick him, a mere monkey.

Watching the Xuanwu that Sun Wukong had become head straight for him,

Yang Jian felt somewhat anxious, but he quickly recovered, spreading his wings wide, his fierce eyes flashing with a lethal gleam, his massive body twisted to avoid the snake’s rending bite.

Subsequently, the Golden-Winged Roc beak struck towards the snake head of Xuanwu.

Seeing Yang Jian’s move, Sun Wukong naturally wasn’t going to meet his doom; he dodged the peck that could split mountains and carve rocks with a swish of his snake head.

Then he lunged again toward Yang Jian, his maw wide open.

Boom, boom, boom!

Muffled sounds resonated throughout the Eastern Sea.

The Xuanwu transformed by Sun Wukong and the Golden-Winged Roc by Yang Jian fought intensely in the Eastern Sea.

The two massive creatures stirred the waters of the Eastern Sea,

causing the sea within a radius of a million miles to churn violently, the scene horrifically spectacular.

Boundless waves rose endlessly, some reaching tens of thousands of feet high, as if heralding the end of the world.

Not only were the surrounding waters affected, but even the Abyssal Dragon Palace at the bottom of the Eastern Sea suffered no small disturbance.

“What’s going on!”

At this moment, the patrolling Yaksha, along with the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals in the Eastern Sea, were swept up by the tempestuous waves, struggled to maintain stability in the sea, nearly being carried away.

The Yaksha’s strength was just slightly more potent; feeling such power, he involuntarily changed his countenance.

“I must see who dares to wreak havoc in our Eastern Sea!”

Grasping his steel fork, the Yaksha intended to fly directly out of the Eastern Sea to find the culprit behind the chaos, to teach them a harsh lesson.

Otherwise, they might think the Eastern Sea unmanned!

Just as the Yaksha was about to burst through the sea’s surface, a dragon’s tail swept over suddenly.

Blocking the Yaksha’s way.

“Dragon…”

“Shut up, this is not something you and I can meddle in.”

The Old Dragon King glared at the Yaksha, who still wanted to say something.

Could the lord of the Eastern Sea be unaware of something even a Yaksha could sense?

He had long been watching the celestial Court’s pursuit of Sun Wukong.

Clearly, it was to enforce the Journey to the West Calamity; if he, as a minor Dragon King, interfered, it would be tantamount to digging his own grave.

He naturally had to stop the Yaksha.

At this moment above the Eastern Sea, the winds roared fiercely, and the waves reached for the heavens, as if the divine might was overwhelming, threatening to tear heaven and earth asunder.

And thunder condensed in the skies without end.

Countless beings of the Sea Tribe perished under such a breath, extinguishing unnumbered souls.

Enraged, Sun Wukong, in the form of a serpent, braced against Yang Jian’s eagle beak and suffered a large wound, but he managed to twist around and bite directly onto the Golden-Winged Roc.

The Golden Roc couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Then quickly retreated.

Yang Jian’s figure once again appeared in the void above.

He snorted; although wounded, his body was extremely strong due to the Eight-Nine Mystical Art, and he recovered in an instant.

With the Cultivation Technique in motion, a White Tiger appeared between heaven and earth, a third eye on its forehead, looking incredibly mighty.

The White Tiger, known for its slaughter, was also one of the Four Divine Beasts.

At this moment, its figure towered like a mountain, and upon touching the water, it was like a pond.

Roar!

A tiger’s roar that shook heaven and earth thundered forth.

With this furious roar,

The sea’s fury spread outward in all directions.

A massive, black-striped tiger’s paw fell upon the thick Black Tortoise shell of Xuanwu.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed, and Xuanwu’s shell trembled; Yang Jian, as the White Tiger, delivered a paw strike of terrifying power, but Xuanwu’s shell remained immensely resilient, trembling only slightly before regaining stability.

Yet, the terrifying force directly penetrated the shell and surged into Xuanwu’s body.

Sun Wukong, in the form of Xuanwu, couldn’t help but issue a mournful cry; the snake head thrashed about, biting towards the White Tiger.

The White Tiger was not to be outdone, and the two divine beasts fought fiercely again.

The Eastern Sea was once more in turmoil, with the force to shake the heavens and earth.

Both divine beasts were rare species from the primordial era, immeasurably vast in size.

Now standing in the sea, every move they made commanded the might of heaven and earth, unleashing limitless Divine Skills.

Even the deities of the celestial army couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement at this sight.

Wen Zhong, Luo Xuan, and others who had become famous since the Divine Enthronement Calamity, also marveled endlessly.

It wasn’t just them; even the deities of the celestial Court within the Ninth celestial Palace felt shocked when they witnessed this scene.

Such an event was probably only seen during the primordial era.

And only someone who had cultivated the Eight-Nine Mystical Art to its zenith and refined Transformation with celestial Gangs and Earthly Fiends in their heart could display such prowess.

Yet, what was strange was that Sun Wukong could also achieve this, which truly shocked them.

In the sea at this time, the White Tiger, agile on all fours, avoided the snake head’s biting while using its sharp and mighty paws to strike directly at Xuanwu’s back.

But alas, though both Xuanwu and the White Tiger were among the Four Divine Beasts, if it came to agility, the White Tiger was decidedly much inferior.

Sun Wukong became careless and was bitten on one foot by the White Tiger, its sharp fangs piercing deep into the bone.

The tiger’s head shook as if intending to tear Sun Wukong’s foot off.

Xuanwu screamed in agony, while the White Tiger exerted more force in a desperate attempt to seize the ailing monkey’s life.

Sun Wukong, in pain, could no longer hold back and unleashed his wild nature, showing unrestrained ferocity.

This time, letting the White Tiger tear at his foot, the serpent head went straight for the White Tiger’s neck in a bite.

A stance of mutual destruction.

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, felt a shock in his heart.

His jaw loosened, and with a swift movement of his legs, he retreated tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, avoiding the serpent’s bite.

And as Erlang Shen’s incarnation of the White Tiger withdrew, Xuanwu changed under the shimmer of light, becoming Sun Wukong again.

Sun Wukong was still clad in his armor.

There was a glint on his arm, but no blood flowed out, seeming to be due to the strength of his art of Transformation, but in reality, he nearly turned into monkey fur.

Looking at the distant White Tiger, he said, “You, Yang Jian, do have some skill, but alas, you still can’t defeat Old Sun.

Old Sun may be slightly inferior to you in the art of Transformation…”

“If you know you’re inferior, then surrender quickly, or else, you might suffer in flesh and skin!” replied the White Tiger coldly.

“You think you’ve won?

Watch Old Sun’s transformation again!”

In an instant, Sun Wukong transformed again, Mana concentrated on his body, and his form changed…