Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 472 - 427: Kong Xuan and the Lost Heart of the Primordial Continent

Chapter 472: Chapter 427: Kong Xuan and the Lost Heart of the Primordial Continent

In the great hall, Patriarch Bodhi’s mood was somewhat complicated.

He naturally recognized his eldest disciple, but according to reason, his eldest disciple’s strength should not have been very strong. Even after cultivating for hundreds of years, he should not have been able to break through from Immortal to the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

However, he had now reached the peak of Quasi-Saint.

This naturally shocked Patriarch Bodhi.

One must know that with no Saint currently emerging, he was already the strongest existence in the Three Realms.

Although they had previously speculated that someone was backing Sun Wukong and guessed that it might be Wang Yang, actually seeing it still shocked them.

Whether it was in terms of cultivation level or anything else.

Wang Yang’s gaze turned towards Mosquito Daoist.

At that moment, Mosquito Daoist, feeling Wang Yang’s gaze, couldn’t help but feel inexplicably nervous and uneasy.

Suddenly, from Wang Yang’s body, a powerful aura burst forth, instantly pressing down on Mosquito Daoist like a mountain.

The next moment, Mosquito Daoist felt a breath of death wash over him.

This sensation was like the moment of his birth when he looked up at the Primeval Divine Mountain, Mount Bu Zhou.

Even just one glance at that majestic and vast presence was enough to make him cower in submission.

At this instant, any thoughts Mosquito Daoist had of devouring Sun Wukong and breaking into the realm of Quasi-Saint had completely vanished without a trace.

Even though he was at the level of a top Daluo Golden Immortal, under the explosion of Wang Yang’s aura, he still prostrated on the ground in fear, whining in pain.

"How dare you!"

Saint Zhunti was furious at this moment. Wang Yang was too presumptuous, daring to take such unrestrained action within their grand hall.

At the same time, Saint Zhunti also felt greatly emotional. The Mountain Protection Array of Mount Meru posed no hindrance to Wang Yang at all, which was truly an irony for Buddhism.

Even though Saint Zhunti acted immediately to stop him, he was ultimately a step too slow. In front of Mount Meru’s great hall, Mosquito Daoist, who had taken on the form of a Buddha, was now lying on the ground, his white monk’s robe tattered.

The next moment, a giant black mosquito appeared in front of everyone.

"I never thought you’d really be here!"

Wang Yang looked at the massive black mosquito and a hint of mockery appeared on his face.

As soon as he had landed, he felt the aura of Cutting Teachings Sect’s Immortal Spirit within this Buddha’s body.

Besides that, there was also a strong stench of blood. This bloodiness, compared to the Blood Sea of Ancestor River Styx, was hardly inferior.

This made Wang Yang instantly think of a being.

Mosquito Daoist!

That existence who had devoured the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, a direct disciple under the Leader of the Tongtian Sect, and who was said to have devoured three ranks of the Twelve-Rank Merit Golden Lotus, a treasure of Buddhism.

Patriarch Bodhi did not make a move, but at this moment Zhunti Daoist stood in front of Mosquito Daoist, looking at Wang Yang with a dark expression.

"Wang Yang, you’re getting too arrogant. After all, we are teacher and disciple. Why are you acting so aggressively here?"

Hearing Zhunti’s words, he let out a disdainful laugh.

"Saint Zhunti, my only teacher is Patriarch Bodhi. Since when did you become my teacher? Besides, if I really wanted to kill him, just now I would have crushed him on the spot, not merely forced him to reveal his true form!"

"I only came here to confirm whether Mosquito Daoist was in Buddhism or not, for someone’s sake!"

"Now that Mosquito Daoist has reappeared in the world, there’s someone waiting for you in Jambudvipa. If you don’t go, it won’t just be Buddhism that suffers!"

Wang Yang spoke slowly.

When he had handed over the Investiture of the Gods to the Leader of the Tongtian Sect, the Sect Hierarch had also made a request, as long as he helped find Mosquito Daoist, the four travelers of the Journey to the West were assured safety.

The favor of the Leader of the Tongtian Sect was naturally something Wang Yang didn’t want to waste.

At this moment, protected by Saint Zhunti, Mosquito Daoist had once again transformed back into a human form, his complexion pale, his face sweating profusely, and his demeanor wilting, no longer manifesting his previous arrogance.

At this time, Zhunti Daoist’s face was ashen, but he was also helpless, as he somewhat understood that Wang Yang’s visit this time was likely at the behest of the Leader of the Tongtian Sect.

Mosquito Daoist had once devoured the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, and naturally, the Leader of the Tongtian Sect would not let this pass now that he had emerged.

The Leader of the Tongtian Sect was known for protecting his own. With his direct disciple dead, he certainly would not let others off the hook.

Others feared Mosquito Daoist, but even in the face of these Saints, the Leader of the Tongtian Sect would dare to fight.

If they refused to release him, the Leader of the Tongtian Sect would likely come in person next time, rather than send Wang Yang.

Just then, beams of light appeared in the sky; Saint Jieyin, Ancestor Buddha Tathagata, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and others appeared one after another at the entrance of the grand hall.

They had also sensed the aura released by Wang Yang and hurried over.

However, seeing that the newcomer had not fought with Zhunti, Saint Jieyin couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.

"Wukong, let’s go!"

Wang Yang didn’t need to guess to know that Buddhism must have wanted Sun Wukong to do something, which Sun Wukong had rejected.

In the face of Buddhism’s various Quasi-Saints, Wang Yang remained calm, merely saying indifferently to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong admired and was shocked beyond measure, following behind Wang Yang. He had only known before that his elder brother was very powerful, a top figure in the Three Realms.

But now, seeing Wang Yang still so imposing in front of two Saints, Ancestor Buddha Tathagata, and Guanyin Bodhisattva, the monkey began to realize that his understanding of a top figure was still not sufficient.