Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 151 - 151 151 Yang Jian Monkey admit defeat

151: Chapter 151 Yang Jian: Monkey, admit defeat 151: Chapter 151 Yang Jian: Monkey, admit defeat The original Calamity of Measurement from the Journey to the West began to unfold because Sun Wukong knew nothing about the situation.

For the Western Direction, implementation would have been much easier.

But now that Sun Wukong understood everything, it would naturally be more difficult for him to be placed in a passive position.

The monkeys from Mount Huaguo had already been moved by him to a very safe place, and even the Sun Wukong here was not his true body, so Sun Wukong naturally did not need to worry even more.

Having clashed with Yang Jian, Sun Wukong was also fired up with some anger.

Sun Wukong then transformed, his shape became like a sheep with tiger teeth, a human head, and wings sprouting northward.

This mythical beast was colossal, like a mountain, as it landed in the sea, roaring silently, its black scales and fierce appearance, surrounded by an endless aura of evil, encircling the ferocious beast.

This was one of the four great ferocious beasts of the Primordial Continent, Taotie.

Known as the greediest of ferocious beasts, it was said to eat virtually everything, making it the natural predator of all other mythical beasts during the Primordial Continent.

Even in those ancient times, it was extremely rare to see one, to say nothing of finding one in the Three Realms today.

There were even rumors that because such a beast was so greedy that it even sought to devour the heavens, it was ultimately slaughtered by the demons sent by the ancient Demon Emperor Di Jun, hence the reason why Taotie’s presence was not seen in the Three Realms today.

Upon entering the water, Taotie’s limbs stirred, entangling and fighting fiercely once again with the White Tiger.

The two were now in the Eastern Sea among the Four Great Continents, between Southern Continent Jambudvipa and Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Their fierce battle caused towering tsunamis, which crashed upon the shores of Dongsheng Divine Continent and Southern Continent Jambudvipa.

Huge waves reached the heavens, submerging countless lands.

With each wave striking down, millions of lives perished.

The two mythical beasts fought tumultuously in the sea for hundreds of rounds, changing forms numerous times.

Celestial Gang transformation, Eight-Nine Mystical Art.

In the hands of the two, it was performed effortlessly, almost divinely, leaving onlookers at a loss to catch up.

Subsequent transformations into numerous ancient Primordial Chaos species left viewers absolutely horrified and overwhelmingly shocked.

It was as if, in that moment, they had been taken straight back to Ancient Times.

But no matter how they transformed, there was always no clear way they could overcome each other.

In the end, they could only revert to their original forms.

All these shifts left onlookers speechless with shock.

Even many Deities of the Celestial Court watching the battle from within the Ninth Celestial Palace couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.

No one expected that Erlang Shen, who had dominated the universe during the time of Ancient Divine Enthronement, could still not overtake this monkey who had been born for just a few hundred years.

And he was without any means to do so.

“Could it be that this Sun Wukong is not actually a Taiyi Golden Immortal?”

This doubt emerged in the hearts of many, otherwise how could Sun Wukong possibly withstand Yang Jian’s attacks.

However, when they entertained this thought and probed towards Sun Wukong with their Divine Sense, they were astounded to find that Sun Wukong was indeed still radiating the aura of a mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Not even a trace of a later-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal’s aura was emitted, let alone that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

At this point, everyone couldn’t help but feel even more puzzled.

Now that it was confirmed that Sun Wukong was indeed only at the mid-stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, this made the Orthodox Deities feel it was even more incredible.

After all, a Taiyi Golden Immortal was engaging in battle with a Daluo, and the opponent was even the Jade Emperor’s own nephew.

But when they considered Sun Wukong’s background, they found it to be expected.

No wonder he had attracted so much attention from Amitabha Buddha and Zhunti, two such Saints.

The numerous Orthodox Deities within the Celestial Court were shocked, while the concerned Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were unaware or possibly did not care to sense it.

They were both wholly engrossed in the midst of the great battle.

Sun Wukong’s eyes were wide open, the staff forged from the Innate Spirit Root, the Peach Tree, dancing in his hands.

Every strike unfurled myriad staff shadows engulfing the heavens, sealing off the void.

Erlang God Yang Jian stepped on mysterious steps, easily avoiding them.

In an instant, the profusion of staff shadows crashed down upon the Eastern Sea.

Boom!

The thunderous noise resounded, immediately raising monstrous waves.

The Three-pointed Double-edged Blade danced like the wind, elusive as a phantom, aimed straight for Sun Wukong’s forehead with a thrust.

Sun Wukong tilted his head slightly to dodge the blow.

His power was so tremendous that even space seemed unable to withstand it.

In an instant, it burst open.

Space, already on the verge of collapse from their relentless fighting, reached its limit.

With this strike from Yang Jian, space itself caved in.

Next to Sun Wukong, a great swath of space shattered, revealing a world enshrouded in murky gray.

Sun Wukong twisted his form, disappearing into that murky gray world, apparently being at a disadvantage.

At this moment, however, Yang Jian, thoroughly engaged in the fight, was not willing to let Sun Wukong go.

Immediately, Yang Jian made his move, following Sun Wukong into the realm of nothingness.

At this moment, within the Ninth Celestial Palace, everyone was watching the scene unfold.

“This is bad, they’ve broken through the spatial barrier and entered the Void; I’m afraid it will be difficult for us to track their whereabouts now!”

The Four Great Celestial Masters couldn’t help but become anxious at this time, unable to see what was happening in the battle, they also did not know what might happen.

The Three Realms of this era were no longer like the times of the Ancient Chaos.

During the battle for the Divine Enthronement in ancient times, the Supreme Celestial Venerable of the Numinous Treasure and the Leader of the Tongtian Sect were defeated, utterly despairing, they used the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals as their final move in a desperate struggle.

Afterward, the Ancient Chaos shattered, and even when the Dao Ancestor Hongjun intervened, fusing heaven and earth to reform the Three Realms, countless shards became the Three Thousand Worlds revolving around the Three Realms.

Such matters might be secrets to mortals or those who had just become immortals.

But for the mighty beings of the Three Realms present, these things were merely an open secret.

Although the Three Thousand Worlds revolve around the Three Realms, imbued with much of the karmic force of the ancient heavenly and earthly auras, the spiritual energy is quite mixed, which is why these powers of the Three Realms generally preferred not to venture there.

Of course, there were still some powerhouses who incarnated into these worlds to leave behind their Daoist orthodoxy, perhaps resulting in someone ascending to the Earth Immortal Realm or even the Celestial Court.

It wasn’t just the Four Great Celestial Kings who were anxious.

The other orthodox deities of the Celestial Court were somewhat restless as well.

After all, aside from regarding the progress of the Calamity of Journey to the West, it also concerned the majesty of their Celestial Court.

If they couldn’t subdue Sun Wukong after descending to the lower realm multiple times, what face would their Celestial Court have left?

Thereupon, they involuntarily looked toward the Jade Emperor seated high in the Golden Palace.

Since the Jade Emperor had allowed them to witness this battle, he naturally would not leave them watching an empty scene.

Seeing that many deities of the Celestial Court were looking over, the Jade Emperor waved his hand.

A surge of powerful mana was released, the previously somewhat illusory and hazy Mystic Light Mirror instantly regained clarity.

Two figures also emerged.

It was Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, chasing each other, one after the other.

Outside Mount Huaguo, within the celestial army.

Wen Zhong also saw Sun Wukong and Yang Jian enter the Void and immediately ordered the Demon-Revealing Mirror to be brought forth.

Then, a scene appeared in the mirror, showcasing Sun Wukong and Yang Jian in hot pursuit and combat within the rift.

Meanwhile, within the Void.

Sun Wukong plunged into the spatial rift; all that met his eyes was a vast expanse of whiteness, different from the Chaos beyond the heavens.

This place lacked the pervasive Chaos Qi and did not have those powerful enough to tear apart Great Luo Golden Immortals with mysterious winds from the beyond.

It was simply pure nothingness.

Without spiritual energy, without anything, all that remained was a uniform grayish white.

As soon as Sun Wukong entered, Yang Jian, wielding his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade, was in hot pursuit.

They did not resort to other methods but purely physical confrontations.

Their bodies were powerful and, even though there was no spiritual energy in this place, the clash of their sheer physical might without displaying supernatural Daoist powers still produced a thunderous roar.

But as powerful as their bodies were, even direct hits didn’t seem to matter much.

Although Sun Wukong was just an incarnation, he was connected to his main body, which could control it fully and could also detach and abandon the incarnation when necessary.

This was the confidence with which he dared to confront the Erlang God recklessly.

Thus, even upon entering the spatial rift, he was unconcerned.

As both parties exerted their full power against each other, they continued to fly forward.

Now caught up in the heat of battle, the possibility of stopping had dwindled.

Stalling could expose weaknesses and invite unnecessary trouble.

But while Sun Wukong was already considering how to bring things to a close, Yang Jian paid no heed to such concerns.

He was still engrossed in his battle with Sun Wukong, combating fiercely without restraint.

With the level of strength they had reached, even battling in this void for a thousand years would not tire them in the slightest.

So with each confrontation, they harnessed their immense mana, amidst the flashes of blade and sword shadows, fists and feet were also intertwined, divine lights flashing incessantly, as if tearing through the endless void.

Clang!

Sun Wukong had been looking for an opportunity to withdraw, and now, with Yang Jian engrossed in battle, it was easy for him to lose deliberately.

After a muffled sound, Sun Wukong deliberately found an opening and took a hit from the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade.

His figure was sent flying hundreds of miles away in an instant.

Seeing Sun Wukong being sent flying by himself, a trace of joy appeared on Yang Jian’s face, and he immediately moved, blade in hand, chasing after him.

Now pressing his advantage, Yang Jian dominated the fight, becoming even more aggressive.

Sun Wukong seemed increasingly hard-pressed, as if he might lose to Yang Jian at any moment.

The more they fought, the more intense it became, illuminating the dark and ancient world with bursts of light.

“Surrender, Monkey!”

Yang Jian once again sent Sun Wukong flying, his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade slashing down swiftly.

Sun Wukong twisted his body, and the blade made direct contact.

With a boom and the sound of tearing fabric, it struck.