Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 502 - 440: How Could the Shamanic Tribe Form an Alliance with the Cutting Teachings Sect?_2

Chapter 502: Chapter 440: How Could the Shamanic Tribe Form an Alliance with the Cutting Teachings Sect?_2

Even when the Demon Master Palace was on the brink of annihilation, Kunpeng had never considered shattering Mount Bu Zhou as revenge upon the Three Realms. This place had already become a forbidden territory for Immortals, protected by the Gods.

It was precisely for this reason that Nezha thought of coming to Mount Bu Zhou.

He hoped that Garuda would be apprehensive, and he could take the opportunity to leave. Little did he know, Garuda was determined to keep him there.

Disregarding the tacit agreement among the Three Realms, he continued to use his magical treasures here.

"Nezha, meet your death!"

Garuda’s expression twisted. If it were not for the fact that he had injured Nezha with his magical treasure during the chase, they would have been evenly matched.

Regrettably, at that time, Nezha was only focused on escaping and was struck by his magical treasure.

Now, killing Nezha would be a walk in the park.

The magical treasure was once again summoned, turning into a streak of black light, about to strike Nezha.

Nezha’s heart sank as well. He could dodge, but if he did, the magical treasure would surely hit Mount Bu Zhou.

He did not know the current endurance of Mount Bu Zhou, but he dared not gamble.

If because of his departure, the magical treasure crashed into Mount Bu Zhou,

and Mount Bu Zhou collapsed again, then he, Nezha, would be the criminal of the Three Realms.

For this reason, Nezha closed his eyes, bracing himself to withstand the blow.

As for life or death, that was now in the hands of the heavens.

"How audacious!"

Just as the black light was about to strike Nezha, a voice suddenly appeared from the sky, instantly deflecting the black light, causing a backlash that made Garuda spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Mount Bu Zhou is under the protection of the Gods. No fighting is allowed. Violators will die!"

The voice spoke again, causing Garuda’s expression to change drastically. Without thinking, he immediately tried to leave.

But before his wings could even flutter, he saw a ring of light emerge from Mount Bu Zhou and hit him directly.

Afterward, Garuda no longer had the strength to manipulate mana to float in the void, and plummeted straight downward.

Nezha, watching Garuda’s lifeless body, was also somewhat dazed, not expecting that there were others here.

Nor did he expect someone to take action to save him and even kill Garuda.

"Young lad, your nature isn’t bad. Come inside."

The voice from the void spoke again, startling Nezha.

But there wasn’t much that he, in his present condition, could do.

Sensing that the person seemed to harbor no malice toward him, Nezha dared not refuse and flew toward Mount Bu Zhou.

However, Nezha also kept his guard up, using his mana to communicate telepathically with Sun Wukong, informing him of his situation.

Standing on Mount Bu Zhou, Nezha saw a cave.

Without hesitation, he walked straight into it.

The cave was not flat but sloped downward.

Nezha didn’t know how long he walked, feeling as if he’d already gone beyond the bounds of Mount Bu Zhou.

Even so, the cave still seemed lengthy, and he had no idea when he would reach the end.

"Come inside."

After walking a good while longer, a ray of azure light shone from the pitch-black depths ahead. Nezha stopped for a moment, then proceeded directly into it.

It was only after entering that he realized this place was nothing like what he had expected.

There was no lava, nor the scorching temperatures. At the deepest part of the cave was a lake, emitting a faint luminescence, casting a coolness to the air.

"I am Nezha. May I ask who the elder is?"

Not seeing anyone, Nezha bowed courteously toward the lake and spoke.

"This ancestor has not heard of you."

The calm surface of the lake churned, and a human head emerged from the water.

Nezha did not pay attention to the words spoken by the head; what mattered was that only a human head surfaced, with no body to be seen.

This strangeness caused Nezha’s heart to tremble.

"Something’s wrong!"

Sun Wukong, having received Nezha’s unsettling telepathic message, hurried to inform Wang Yang about it.

Upon hearing Sun Wukong’s telepathic message, Wang Yang’s expression instantly grew serious.

By then, Sun Wukong had already escaped. It wasn’t easy for these Buddhism followers to catch him.

After all, Vidhara and Vajra were not ordinary Great Luo, and they had helpers.

They were simply delaying him a bit before he quickly left.

They could not stop him.

"What happened?"

Seeing Wang Yang’s reaction, Leader of the Tongtian Sect looked at him with some surprise and asked.

"Nezha was severely injured and escaped to Mount Bu Zhou, where a mysterious person saved him, and now his life is safe."

Wang Yang informed the Leader of the Tongtian Sect about the situation that had just unfolded, "But that person allowed Nezha to enter Mount Bu Zhou, and now the situation is unclear. I need to go and check."

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Tongtian to respond and transformed into a long rainbow, soaring into the sky.

Although Nezha wasn’t his friend, their fates were now intertwined, their losses and glories shared, so naturally, he could not allow Nezha to be sacrificed in vain.

Meanwhile, Nezha inside Mount Bu Zhou, upon seeing the only remaining head, was speechless for a long while.

Only a head could survive, this much Nezha knew.

After all, even when he was left with only his Primordial Spirit, he could still incarnate using a lotus root.

Xingtian could also live without a head.

But this person had only a head remaining, and it was clear that they had not just died. Not ever hearing their own name could only mean that the other party had existed before he was even born.

Tens of thousands of years...

At the very least, tens of thousands of years.

A head that could survive tens of thousands of years, and still had the power to kill a Great Luo.

Such an existence was beyond Nezha’s wildest imagination.

"May I ask who the senior is?"

Nezha steadied his mind, having already sent the message back, hoping that monkey would bring people over. All he could do now was stall for time until they could assess the situation, regardless of who the other party was or their intentions, to ensure there would be room to maneuver.

"I am the Ancestral Witch Gonggong!"

The solitary head spoke with a voice as resonant as a large bell, its eyes wide open, staring intently at Nezha.

"Gonggong, you are the Ancestral Witch Gonggong!"

If Nezha was surprised because of the other party’s ancient existence, he was even more astonished at their identity.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Shamanic Tribe, none survived the great war between the Sorcerers and Monsters.

The only one who did was Empress Houtu of the Ancestral Witch, who did not participate in the war and guarded the Underworld.

Now inside Mount Bu Zhou, the guarded place of the Gods, the head of Gonggong had unexpectedly appeared.

Such a discovery left Nezha truly shocked.

"How is it that the senior has not perished? Why are you here?"

As Nezha recollected the history of the celestial Court’s records of the great war between the Sorcerers and Monsters, he remembered that Gonggong’s name wasn’t mentioned in the Ancestral Witch casualties.

It was said that apart from Empress Houtu, all other Ancestral Witches had fallen after the great war.

Now Gonggong had suddenly appeared in Mount Bu Zhou.

Nezha’s mind struggled to make sense of it.

"Perished? Of course not."

Gonggong snorted in derision.

"Thinking that I could perish is naturally impossible."

"As for why I’m here, I came to guard Mount Bu Zhou!" Gonggong’s voice grew louder.

However, Nezha found Gonggong’s words hard to believe.

Guard Mount Bu Zhou?

As he recalled, Mount Bu Zhou was the very place Gonggong had struck in his rage, causing the firmament to crack, which subsequently led to Nuwa mending the heavens.

Now to hear him talking about guarding Mount Bu Zhou felt completely absurd.

"Don’t be incredulous, the Ancestral Witch Gonggong is indeed guarding this place."

Just then, another voice spoke up.

Nezha turned to look at Wang Yang. Although they weren’t familiar with each other, he could sense the aura of Sun Wukong from Wang Yang and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The junior, Wang Yang, greets the Ancestral Witch Gonggong." Wang Yang didn’t appear surprised to see Gonggong’s head; instead, he greeted it calmly.

"Fellow Daoist is?"

Gonggong’s face showed some suspicion, recognizing that the young man before him had an unfathomable depth, suspecting that even during his prime, he might not have been able to defeat him.

Moreover, Wang Yang moved with the Great Dao flowing around him and his vital energy concealed within, not following the path of Slaying Three Corpses.

"I am acquainted with the Leader of the Tongtian Sect and practice alone. The senior wouldn’t know of me!"

Qin Ke introduced himself politely.

Wang Yang didn’t have any special title to mention, and even if he did, Gonggong probably wouldn’t know of it.

"However, all these are irrelevant. Now that the Cutting Teachings Sect has formed an alliance with the Shamanic Tribe, upon encountering the Ancestral Witch Gonggong, naturally, I will attempt a rescue."

For matters that were advantageous to him, Wang Yang didn’t mind taking action.

With a smile on his face, Wang Yang was aware that Gonggong belonged to the Shamanic Tribe, but since the Cutting Teachings Sect had formed an alliance with the Shamanic Tribe, rescuing Gonggong meant increasing the strength of their own side, didn’t it?

Beside him, Nezha had not yet fully digested the information Wang Yang revealed; wasn’t the Cutting Teachings Sect allied with the Wa Huang Palace? And now they were involved with the Shamanic Tribe?

Moreover, since the Ancestral Witch Houtu of the Shamanic Tribe could not intervene, even if there was an alliance, it seemed of little use, right?

"Stop joking, how could the Shamanic Tribe form an alliance with the Cutting Teachings Sect!"