Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 581 - 478: The Demon Clan Arrives, Sages of the Three Realms Assemble_2

Chapter 581: Chapter 478: The Demon Clan Arrives, Sages of the Three Realms Assemble_2

Meanwhile, the Sword of Slaying Immortals’ radiant light swept across, circling the neck of the Prison-Suppressing King, whose head instantaneously left his body.

Dark Cloud Immortal opened his mouth wide, and a tremendous energy wave shattered the head of the Prison-Suppressing King into dust, along with the Primordial Spirit inside the skull.

"Good, good!"

Ksitigarbha’s figure appeared, standing opposite Wang Yang, his face no longer calm as before, now twisted with ferocity, "Wang Yang, you’re looking for death!"

Unafraid, Wang Yang took out the Taiji Diagram, the most powerful protective treasure in the Three Realms, which even the mightiest killing formation, the Slaying Immortals Sword Array, could not break through.

However, it wasn’t just Ksitigarbha alone; as the ten Quasi-Saints prepared to join forces to obliterate Poxun, he suddenly disintegrated, his Primordial Spirit becoming a streak of light, moving to the side of the Barrier.

At the same moment, another hand emerged from the cloud of demonic qi, shattering the Barrier in an instant, rescuing Poxun’s Primordial Spirit.

The Leader of the Tongtian Sect inwardly lamented the pity, just a moment longer, and they would have succeeded in killing Poxun.

But no one expected Poxun to make such a decisive move in the end, abandoning his physical body to let his Primordial Spirit escape.

Although everyone’s attacks pulverized Poxun’s physical body to dust, they still allowed Poxun to slip away.

"Wang Yang, you truly deserve to die. Since you wish to fight, then let’s fight!"

Ksitigarbha waved his hand grandly, his eyes filled with bloodlust that left no doubt about his rage.

"The Demon Clan attacking the Three Realms, who deserves to die? Look at the corpses of the Ice Tribe beneath the glaciers, then tell me, who truly deserves death?"

Wang Yang stood opposite Ksitigarbha, while the Leader of the Tongtian Sect and the others could not grasp the true nature of the demonic qi and did not strike rashly, returning instead to stand behind Wang Yang.

"They are but ants; their deaths mean nothing!"

Ksitigarbha spoke emotionlessly, appearing nothing like a Buddha at this moment, but rather like a supreme demon obliterating all beings from his lofty position.

"Hahaha, what ants!"

Wang Yang was provoked into laughter by Ksitigarbha and instructed the Sages to seize the chance to recover their spiritual energy, while also summoning Houtu, Xingtian, and others closest to the Extreme North Land, "In my eyes, beings like the Prison-Suppressing King are ants, so they deserve even more to die!"

As he spoke, an uncharacteristic ferocity surfaced on Wang Yang’s body, to the point that even the Quasi-Saints behind him, who always knew him as gentle, didn’t expect such a violent air from him.

"Hmph, today you killed three of our Demon Clan’s Quasi-Saints, so let the heads of your eleven pay homage to them!"

Ksitigarbha, hearing Wang Yang’s words, did not retort; they were demons after all, and a battle was nothing but inevitable.

Moreover, he noticed that the opposing Quasi-Saints had already overextended themselves, and naturally, there wasn’t much spiritual energy left in their bodies.

If he could seize this opportunity to trap them all here, even if his side, including the Prison-Suppressing King, perished, it would still be worth it.

Having said that, he waved his great hand, and the oppressive demonic cloud looming over everyone’s hearts gradually dissipated, Wu Tian and others stepped out of the cloud, facing everyone.

"Haotian, Yaochi!"

The Sages immediately recognized the former Lord of the celestial Court, Haotian, and Yaochi, their faces revealing surprise and disbelief.

When Daoist Ancestor Hongjun summoned everyone to Golden Turtle Island earlier and they did not see Haotian and Yaochi, they found it strange.

Now seeing Haotian and Yaochi standing in the camp of the Demon Clan, it was impossible not to feel infuriated.

By comparison, the Buddha of Bright Virtue and Ocean, who defected from Buddhism to the Demon Clan, seemed somewhat insignificant.

"You, you have all succumbed to the Demon Path!"

Wang Yang saw the difference in Haotian and the others at a glance and said icily, standing in front of the Sages, "Abandoning Daoist cultivation, and completely joining the embrace of the Demon Clan, Haotian, Yaochi, you’ve acted decisively indeed!"

"What! Succumbed to the Demon Path?"

Hearing Wang Yang’s words, the Sages were greatly alarmed, thinking they were only collaborating, but now saw they had completely fallen to the Demon Path,

"Betrayal, this is betrayal!"

"To deceive your masters and destroy your ancestors!"

"For the Three Realms to harbor such people, it’s truly a disgrace to the Three Realms!"

"..."

The Sages’ faces, filled with anger, were unmistakable, and they looked at Haotian and Yaochi as if they were eager to execute them immediately.

"Haotian, Yaochi! Since you’ve fallen to the Demon Path, let’s spare further words."

"Today, we shall crush you two to dust and scatter your ashes!"

Wang Yang looked at Haotian and Yaochi, saying coldly.

The Three Realms had already been teetering on the brink of danger. Haotian and Yaochi, who should have protected the Three Realms as the Rulers of the Three Realms, unexpectedly cast themselves into the arms of the Demon Clan.

"Wang Yang, stop putting on that sanctimonious act,"

Haotian stepped forward, his face full of resentment. "When I became famous, when did I ever see you? Had it not been for the fact that, following the battle in Beiju Luzhou, I still had no real power in the celestial Court, why would I have needed to do this?"

"Since becoming the Haotian God, how many in the celestial Court have truly served me, obeyed my orders!"

"You’re nothing more than a cunning scoundrel in sheep’s clothing. You want to grind me to dust? Take a good look at yourself first."

Haotian cursed at Wang Yang.

In his eyes, the sole reason for his choice to take this path was because of the beings of the Three Realms.

If he hadn’t worked so hard for so long, still unable to truly control the celestial Court, would he have resorted to such extreme measures?

Compared to Haotian, Yaoji simply looked at Wang Yang and others indifferently, saying, "There is no longer a Yaochi in this world, only I, Yaoji!"

"Hahaha, remember this, those who betray their teachings and deviate from the right path shall be punished by everyone!"

Wang Yang looked at the two of them and said every word clearly.

"Those who betray their teachings and deviate from the right path shall be punished by everyone!"

The Quasi-Saints behind him shouted in unison, venting all the frustration in their chests, their momentum astonishing enough to unsettle Wu Tian and others, who never expected such a fierce spirit from a group on the verge of exhaustion.

It was indeed the appearance of Haotian and Yaoji that sparked such a fierce spirit among the crowd.

Their gazes towards Haotian were filled with an eagerness to slay him on the spot.

After all, in their view, others aside, Haotian and Yaochi, as Daoist Ancestor Hongjun’s disciples, should have been standing with the Three Realms at such a time, but who could have imagined they would defect to the Demon Clan?

"Daoist Wang Yang, they are now with the Demon Clan, having abandoned the fate of Heaven and Earth, now filled with demonic Qi, and holding no ties with the Three Realms,"

"What use is there in saying this? Do you mean to dwell on past sentiments?"

Wu Tian had to step forth, after all, Haotian was now thoroughly aligned with them.

"Don’t forget, I was able to lead the Demon Clan in taking over Mount Meru partly thanks to the help you provided me in Jambudvipa by engaging the Quasi-Saints of Buddhism,"

"By that logic, aren’t you a friend of our Demon Clan?"

Wu Tian looked at Wang Yang, calculating that these words would create internal strife amongst them, as it was indeed an undeniable fact that Wang Yang helped him in the past.

"What audacity!"

Before Wang Yang could reply, Jieyin stood up and stated, "Daoist Wang Yang is the Commander of the Three Realms, how could he stoop to consorting with the likes of you?"

"Hoping to sow discord among us with your words? Wu Tian, when you practiced Buddhism, you never grasped the essence of its teachings. Now that you have entered the Demon Path, are these petty cunning tricks all you have?"

With Daoist Jieyin taking a stand, Wu Tian’s words could just as well be dismissed as nonsense.

After all, since the leader of Buddhism said so without blaming Wang Yang, then whatever others said, what did it amount to?

Wu Tian’s face alternated between shades of green and white, looking at Jieyin with a heart full of hatred.

Because Jieyin just brought up his past when he was still part of Buddhism.

Just then, Houtu, Gonggong, and Xingtian, who were closest to The Far North Land, had already arrived.

Now that the demons were all here, there was no fear of them distracting an attack on the Underworld.

"Daoist Wang Yang, the Quasi-Saints from various lands are on their way. We, being close, have arrived first!" Xingtian and others said to Wang Yang upon seeing him.

After speaking, they stood behind Wang Yang along with the Leader of the Tongtian Sect.

In just this short time, fifteen Quasi-Saints from the Three Realms had already arrived.

In comparison, the seven Quasi-Saints of the Demon Clan weren’t really a match.

Moreover, more Quasi-Saints were on their way. As long as they held out a little longer, with over twenty Quasi-Saints of the Three Realms converging, they could simply overpower them with numbers, sending them fleeing in disarray.