Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 559 - 467: Thinking of This Method to Lure Me Out_2

Chapter 559: Chapter 467: Thinking of This Method to Lure Me Out_2

Daoist Yang Mei sneered at Daoist Ancestor Hongjun.

"How about this, we set a term of three hundred years, and after three hundred years, I will no longer stop you from entering the Three Realms."

"I think you are aware that even if we come to blows, I can suppress you for three hundred years, even if you have merged with that other part of your Primordial Spirit!"

The Daoist Yang Mei, who originally scoffed at Hongjun’s words, could not hide his shock upon hearing the last sentence.

It hadn’t occurred to anyone that the Daoist Yang Mei appearing before Hongjun would still be an individual with an incomplete Primordial Spirit.

As for the other part of his Primordial Spirit, it had already silently entered the Three Realms.

Because of this, the Daoist Yang Mei was carefully pondering the words Hongjun was saying at this moment.

"Worthy of being Daoist Ancestor Hongjun, I thought that after you merged with the Dao, your control over the Three Realms would not be as strong as before. I didn’t expect that this incomplete Power of the Celestial Way still left you with energy to probe the matters below."

"Hehe, alright, I accept this bet! Let’s see what capabilities you will have after three hundred years!"

After being silent for a while, the Daoist Yang Mei laughed heartily.

It was at this moment that Zhun Ti, who had been healing in the palace, sensed their presence.

This startled Zhun Ti considerably, as he had never expected such individuals to exist beyond the heavens.

Without a doubt, if the other party wanted to kill him, it would not be too difficult.

Not to mention that he was already injured, even at his peak, it would probably be difficult to detect the other’s movements.

Only after that terrifying aura dissipated did Zhun Ti leave his dojo to search for Hongjun.

"Ancestral Master, that person is..."

Unlike Daoist Ancestor Hongjun, the man in black clothes gave Zhun Ti an extremely terrifying feeling.

It wasn’t that Hongjun was weaker than the other party, but because Hongjun would typically not target people like Zhun Ti with his own imposing aura, and he would even restrain it somewhat.

The man in black clothes, on the other hand, seemed to be showing off his might in this place, especially the last part, unabashedly and without a second word. Otherwise, Zhun Ti might not have been able to sense it.

"Nature nurtures the willow!"

Looking toward the direction where Daoist Yang Mei had departed, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun slowly spoke.

"Spy... Daoist Yang Mei, how is he still alive..."

Upon hearing Hongjun’s words, Zhun Ti suddenly remembered who the other was.

In the ancient times of the Primordial Continent, Daoist Yang Mei was also a well-known figure.

At least, that was how Zhun Ti saw him.

Yet, there had been no news of him for countless years, and he was thought to be dead.

Nobody expected to see him again at this time.

"Yes, he’s still alive, Zhun Ti, you continue your healing, don’t concern yourself with these matters."

As soon as the words fell, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun disappeared, leaving Zhun Ti alone, staring into the endless void, not daring to step further into it.

In the past, these Saints, practicing beyond the heavens, would enter the void to see who could delve deeper.

If they had known at the time that there was such a terrifying being inside, they probably wouldn’t dare to investigate anymore, even if they were Saints.

Thinking of this, he felt fortunate to have survived this long.

However, Zhun Ti also harbored some yearning for the Void, especially since Daoist Yang Mei was originally a Quasi-Saint, but now he was in no way inferior to Hongjun.

If he could also have this opportunity, would the existence of Buddhism still matter that much to him?

As Zhun Ti was preoccupied with these thoughts next to the Void, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun’s body gradually became intangible, merging with the Power of the Celestial Way in the Three Realms.

Daoist Yang Mei had not chosen to act because he knew Hongjun would not leave the Three Realms, and within the Three Realms, Hongjun could still receive the support of the Heavenly Dao, making it not so difficult to suppress him for three hundred years.

Now, Hongjun was in his strongest state, merged with the Heavenly Dao, naturally overseeing the myriad creatures of the Three Realms.

Zhun Ti, standing beside the Void, also saw this but did not take it to heart.

In Hongjun’s view, Zhun Ti was someone with daring thoughts but no daring actions, no matter how much he yearned, he wouldn’t dare take a step forward.

Therefore, Hongjun still focused on the matters within the Three Realms.

As the Celestial Dao moved through the Far North, Ksitigarbha, who was cultivating, sensed something and looked up.

A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, facing the sky.

The voice that had been echoing in Ksitigarbha’s mind was the part of the Primordial Spirit that Daoist Yang Mei had split off.

It was after this fusion of Daoist Yang Mei’s Primordial Spirit with Ksitigarbha that a demon-possessed Ksitigarbha came into being.

The Far North seemed to have been struck by thunder, a divine might descended, and the Zhenyu felt uneasy, looking at the sky,, feeling as if their cultivation was receding instead of increasing.

As Quasi-Saints at their peak, they could previously combat even the veteran Quasi-Saints without falling short, and even four people together could force the death of a Saint’s incarnation.

But now, it was as if something had bound them, their cultivation plummeting directly, the combat power they could wield was now barely a tenth of before.

This discovery made them instantly uneasy.

"Fellow Daoist, you have gone too far!"

Ksitigarbha looked at the sky and said loudly.

Then with a wave of his hand towards Taiyou and the others, the restriction began to gradually dissipate.

The people from Zhenyu, having felt their Cultivation Levels returning, were overjoyed.

However, the restriction did not completely dissipate, leaving a part of it on their bodies.

It could only be said that compared to the state where only a tenth remained, it was much better.

Ksitigarbha frowned deeply, tried several more times but they could only retain up to half of their original combat strength, any more was impossible.

"Such a clever technique! This will have to do for you all for now."

In the end, Ksitigarbha said helplessly, but when he looked towards the sky, his eyes were filled with hatred.

"Alas, this is all I can do!"

In the heavens above, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun sighed deeply.

Saints are not allowed to intervene in the affairs of the Three Realms, a rule he established and also one set by the Heavenly Dao.

Thus, Hongjun could not meddle in the matters of the Three Realms.

However, for the likes of Taiyou, being visitors from Beyond the Heavens, restricting their power was within bounds, and even something the Heavenly Dao was pleased to see happen.

That was why Hongjun could impose restrictions on them.

Compared to Taiyou, Hongjun certainly wanted to restrict the Cultivation Levels of Ksitigarbha.

But whether it was Ksitigarbha or Yang Mei, as the beings of the Three Realms, the Heavenly Dao would not allow him to act.

For this reason, managing to greatly suppress the battle strength of the four Demon Kings was the limit of what Daoist Ancestor Hongjun could achieve.

As Hongjun felt helpless, he suddenly sensed something and turned his gaze towards Southern Continent Jambudvipa.

"The Dao of Heaven has fifty, Taou escapes it by one."

"You also are interesting, to think of such a method to draw me out."

Hongjun then detected something, he smiled serenely, imbued with the power of the Heavenly Dao, he left the Far North for

Southern Continent Jambudvipa.

At the border between Southern Continent Jambudvipa and Dongshen Shenzhou, a group of people gathered.

Even the lowest among them had reached the Cultivation Level of Quasi-Saint.

The true form of Sun Wukong.

Xingtian and Zhu Jiuyin from the Shamanic Tribe.

Empress Nuwa from Wa Huang Palace, Bai Ze.

The Phoenix from Southern Immortal Volcano, Leader of the Tongtian Sect, Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

And Daoist Jieyin from Buddhism.

Even New Buddhism, having only one Quasi-Saint, Xuanzang, had made a special trip here.

They looked at each other, silently forming a circle with a radius of several tens of miles, and at its very center stood Wang Yang.

Today, they would attempt to exceed the power of a Quasi-Saint, to see if they could draw Hongjun, these ten Quasi-Saints were there to protect Wang Yang.

"We can start now!"

Wang Yang adjusted his state to its best and said to the people around him.

The Quasi-Saints nodded in unison, alert to their surroundings to ensure that if something did happen, they could intervene in time to prevent anyone from obstructing Wang Yang’s actions.

Sun Wukong unleashed almost all of his power.

Compared to the others, Sun Wukong paid more attention to Wang Yang, for if it weren’t for Wang Yang, he would not be here now, and might even have died long ago.

Wang Yang took a deep breath, and a strong force of the Great Dao emerged spontaneously.

With the power absorbed from Pangu, he had obtained great benefits, and it was for this reason he was confident he could unleash power surpassing that of a Quasi-Saint.

A powerful aura dispersed in all directions.

In the Quasi-Saint restricted space, a wind picked up quietly, from small to large, from nothing to something.

The power was not great, yet it took the Quasi-Saints by surprise.

After all, this was under the joint restriction of nine Quasi-Saints, a normal Quasi-Saint would find it difficult to even operate here, let alone use strong power.

With the power Wang Yang had shown now, he had already surpassed everyone present.