Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 162: The Jade Emperor’s Heartache

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: The Jade Emperor’s Heartache

At this moment, Sun Wukong’s furry face revealed a trace of indomitable spirit.

His true body had already returned to Mount Huaguo, and this was merely a clone, which made following the development of the Immortals and Buddhas the best disguise.

Of course, it required a certain degree of finesse to avoid being directly exposed.

He couldn’t afford to behave too differently from his usual character, as that would easily raise suspicion.

Right now, his gaze fluttered slightly, and Sun Wukong already had some plans for the battle at hand.

Soon, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a wooden staff materialized, along with armor and feathered plumes, his golden eyes revealing a trace of coldness.

Looking at Li Jing and others, he slowly spoke, "Old Sun is here. If you’re not afraid of death, come at me!"

Sun Wukong’s gaze was frosty, and after being refined in the Bagua Cauldron, he seemed like a completely different person.

He had evidently adopted the demeanor of a peerless Great Demon King.

The celestial Deities present were slightly shocked to see Sun Wukong in such a state.

For some reason, seeing Sun Wukong now seemed different from before.

He exuded a violent aura.

But at that moment, the four individuals standing behind Li Jing stepped forward.

These four were clad in golden armor and emitted powerful auras.

They were none other than the Four Marshals of the Ninth Celestial Palace, who had been trapped directly by Sun Wukong using a formation power back on Mount Huaguo.

Wang Mo, Gao Youqian, Yang Sen, and Li Xingba.

These four were figures from the era of the Divine Enthronement and had cultivated for many thousands of years more than Sun Wukong.

However, unexpectedly, when they had initially encircled Mount Huaguo, they were trapped in a formation and could not use their abilities.

Now having been rescued, and facing another confrontation with Sun Wukong, they naturally sought to avenge their previous humiliation.

The Four Marshals of the Ninth Celestial Palace charged toward Sun Wukong on their respective mounts.

"You macaque, last time at Mount Huaguo, you used the power of a formation to knock us out. Now we can finally see the essence under your hands. We want to see what skills you possess!"

Despite their fierce words, they did not immediately attack Sun Wukong.

Especially the feeling of being stifled in the formation, which made them incredibly angry.

Seeing that Sun Wukong did not make a move, the four exchanged glances, no longer hesitating, and charged to attack him.

Sun Wukong, seeing the four charging at him, was not too afraid as a demonic wind arose around him.

The wooden staff in his hand blazed brightly, and he smashed it directly towards the Four Great Marshals.

With no further reservations in his heart, Sun Wukong now fully displayed his unruly nature.

The staff in his hand moved as fast as the wind, creating a wall of staff shadows that he hurled at the Four Marshals.

Although his clone was only in the later stages of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, by leveraging the strength of his true body, he was unafraid even of a Daluo Golden Immortal.

He naturally didn’t take the Four Marshals of the Ninth Celestial Palace seriously.

The only person he was somewhat worried about was the middle-aged man among the crowd.

This person emitted a powerful aura that made him somewhat apprehensive.

But it was only a slight apprehension, not fear.

As the staff in his hands swung, it seemed as if a great demon was devouring everything in its path.

Such ferocity would likely make even an Immortal Mountain crumble upon contact.

Standing in the distance, Li Jing and the others were shocked by the prowess Sun Wukong demonstrated with his attack.

They could tell that Sun Wukong’s cultivation level seemed even more terrifying than when he had battled Erlang Shen.

No wonder, then, that Sun Wukong dared to escape from the Helmet Armor Palace.

Now enveloped by Sun Wukong’s offensive, the Four Marshals of the Ninth Celestial Palace couldn’t help but look sullen.

They even felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on them, urgently urging their mounts to dodge the strike.

But Sun Wukong would not let them escape easily. He wasn’t going to kill them easily, but he also wouldn’t let them off easily.

Boom, boom, boom!

The staff in Sun Wukong’s hand shone radiantly, and the sky filled with dazzling golden staff shadows, illuminating the heavens with terrifying power.

In an instant, every retreat was blocked for the Four Great Marshals!

"You macaque, don’t be overly oppressive!"

Seeing Sun Wukong take a domineering stance, the four marshals’ faces revealed their fear, realizing they might truly be no match for Sun Wukong.

Wang Mo’s face showed anger. As the leader of the Four Marshals, he spurred on the Bian Beast, and his long sword radiated blinding light as it went straight toward the falling staff shadows.

Boom, boom, boom!

The collision of the staff and longsword unleashed terrifying power, dispersing a forceful impact in all directions.

The entire sky seemed to tremble, and the nearby grand and luxurious palaces also collapsed in that instant.

Fortunately, this was no longer the Sky of Departed Love; otherwise, it might have provoked the Grand Elder of the Supreme Way.

And these palaces, built by the Jade Emperor after assuming control of the Celestial Court, contained innumerable luxurious treasures and were filled with strong Dao Contained Aura.

Now, with just one strike against Sun Wukong, Wang Mo had caused the collapse of so many palaces that even the Jade Emperor, watching this battle, couldn’t help feeling a twinge of pain.

Nevertheless, he was ultimately the Ruler of the Three Realms and a disciple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, having followed him since the dawn of Chaos.

Thus, although he was furious, for the sake of the Calamity of Measurement in the Journey to the West, he could only suppress his anger.

At that moment, his face twitched slightly, but he soon resumed watching the battle as if nothing had happened.

Not just the Jade Emperor, but all the Deities of the celestial Court present were shocked by this scene.

They all glanced at the Jade Emperor and, seeing that he showed no reaction, they breathed a sigh of relief, given the extensive destruction of the buildings was no small loss.

However, the Jade Emperor remained calm, truly worthy of being the Ruler of the Three Realms.

At that moment, Wang Mo, who had clashed directly with Sun Wukong, also frowned slightly.

The power and might of Sun Wukong’s strike seemed somewhat different from what he had expected.

Despite looking terrifying and nearly reaching the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, judging by the power from the longsword, it was merely at the later stage of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, still within his capacity to withstand.

Even so, it still caused violent fluctuations in his chest.

But it did not inflict any serious injuries on him.

Instead, the dispersed aftermath was somewhat frightening.

Almost at the moment of their clash, hundreds of palaces collapsed thunderously.

One must know that these palaces were forged by the Jade Emperor with heaven and earth treasures and engraved with countless formations of the celestial Court, which normally even a typical strike from a Taiyi Golden Immortal would hardly break through.

Yet now, so many had been destroyed.

The mere aftermath that struck the palaces was comparable to the full force of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

What on earth was the Macaque trying to do?

Being in the battle with Sun Wukong, Wang Mo could clearly feel it.

Although Wang Mo could clearly sense the strangeness of Sun Wukong, Li Jing and others watching the battle from a distance obviously could not perceive the changes in Sun Wukong’s great magical power as clearly.

However, their gaze towards Sun Wukong also became more solemn.

Such formidable power.

Yet Wang Mo could actually withstand it, after all, just the residual force was sufficient to destroy so many palaces, but the crucial point was that Wang Mo could actually block it.

Could it be that Wang Mo had already broken through the restrictions of the Investiture of the Gods?

Had his cultivation reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal?

Gao Youqian, Li Xingba, and Yang Sen also looked at their elder brother with some excitement.

Wang Mo seemed to feel their gaze and could not help but smile bitterly in his heart.

If only he were really that strong.

He was now completely overwhelmed by Sun Wukong’s aura, feeling utterly helpless.

Perhaps in the eyes of Li Jing and other Orthodox Deities of the celestial Court, he and Sun Wukong had an equal exchange, but in reality he was no match at all.

He just didn’t understand why Sun Wukong had to act this way!

There was a thunderous boom.

A powerful aura collided with him.

Wang Mo grunted and was thrown directly off the back of the Bian Beast, falling heavily into the ruins.

As he fell, another palace was directly demolished.

This palace was entirely crystalline, resembling a sculpture of fine jade.

Clearly, this kind of palace was even more precious.

Seeing that he had destroyed such a palace, Wang Mo fainted from sheer fright.

It was simply too terrifying.

Having destroyed such a palace, and it was he, Wang Mo, who had done it—what if the Jade Emperor found out, could Wang Mo still live?

The value of this palace was equivalent to a supreme treasure.

Perhaps even the Peach Garden, with its Trikaya Divine Water, could not compare, as the Peach Garden could regrow from its roots with a bit of time.

But now such a treasure-like palace was destroyed, and it was truly gone.

Upon seeing this scene,

the armrest of the Dragon Throne beneath the Jade Emperor in the Ninth celestial Palace shattered and collapsed.

In that instant, it completely crumbled into pieces.

At that moment, all the Orthodox Deities present couldn’t help but look over; although the Jade Emperor’s facial expression didn’t change, it was completely evident that he was extremely angry.

If Wang Mo hadn’t fainted, the Jade Emperor likely would have taken action himself.

"Your Majesty!"

All the Orthodox Deities present felt immense trepidation, for once the Jade Emperor flew into a rage, no one could stop him.

Probably only a Saint could intervene.

But although a Saint may possess formidable strength, the Jade Emperor was, after all, the Ruler of the Three Realms and was unlikely to act lightly.

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