Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 602 - 489

Chapter 602: 489

In the Chaos, four Saints of the Demon Clan had already arrived in the Three Realms and commenced battle with Taiqing and Zhun Ti.

Had the Pure Saint not taken one step to become a Two-Step Saint, it is likely that these four Demon Clan Saints would have been capable of turning the Three Realms upside down in carnage.

However, it was precisely because of the breakthrough of the Pure Saint that, despite only having two Saints participating in the war, the Three Realms still held the upper hand.

Hongjun, the Daoist Ancestor, and Yang Mei, one within the Chaos and one beyond, had yet to take action, as if the Saints’ battle happening beside them had nothing to do with them.

"Yang Mei, you see it too, you’re still not enough this time."

"Back off now, remain tranquil for three hundred years, until then, everything is predestined!"

Daoist Ancestor Hongjun looked at Yang Mei and spoke slowly.

He was not willing to confront Yang Mei, not because he was afraid of him, but because to suppress someone like Yang Mei, who was a Three-Step Being, would necessitate employing the power of the Celestial Dao, leading to the depletion of the Three Realms.

And if he didn’t suppress Yang Mei, the commotion of their battle would be so great that it would similarly inflict damage upon the Three Realms.

Therefore, for the sake of the Three Realms, Hongjun preferred to negotiate calmly with Yang Mei, rather than clashing from the get-go.

"Hongjun, do these words of yours hold any significance now? I know, it’s too difficult for those four to break through, but do you really think my Demon Clan has only these four Saints? Could it be that my Demon Clan lacks Two-Step Saints?"

Yang Mei looked at Hongjun with a grin. The more Hongjun said, the more confident he felt in his heart.

"I have already summoned the Great Elder of my Demon Clan, a Two-Step Saint. When he arrives, are you going to have the celestial Sect Leader and the others return too?"

"As far as I know, the outcome has not yet been decided in North Jambudvipa. If they lose the four Saintly avatars, do you think the Quasi-Saints of the Three Realms can still win?"

"Even if you thwart the Saints of the Demon Clan then, the Three Realms will still fall into the hands of my Demon Clan."

"When that happens, with the Heavenly Dao gone, your Three Realms will head towards destruction all the same!"

Yang Mei felt assured, and indeed, the Demon Clan had the confidence to feel so."

"He had seen the Pure Saint now facing three One-Step Saints, yet still managing to dominate, even to the point of ’word becomes law’."

"But what of it? The Demon Clan also has Two-Step Saints, and their breakthrough happened so much earlier than that of the Pure Saint."

When five Demon Clan Saints emerge here, it’s uncertain whether the six Saints of the Three Realms alone could even hold them back. A three-hundred-year pact? It’s clearly unnecessary when the Three Realms could be captured in less than thirty years, so why wait for three hundred years?

At this thought, Yang Mei felt an even greater surge of joy.

Towards these Three Realms that once nurtured him, he had not a hint of belonging.

Or perhaps, for the Demon Clan, there was no sense of belonging anywhere.

Whether it’s the Three Realms or the Void, the Demon Clan was never an object of affection.

They only gained such renown in the Void because they were powerful enough,

that’s all.

If Yang Mei hadn’t breached into a Three-Step Saint and slaughtered those powers in the Void, perhaps the Void Demon Clan, supported solely by a Two-Step Saint, would have already vanished, just like the Ancestral Demon Luohou in the Three Realms long ago!

"When you killed Luohou, leaving only his Three Corpses in the world, you never expected this day."

"Nor did you imagine that I was Luohou’s sworn brother, nor that when Pangu slew the three thousand Demon Gods, I dared traverse Chaos at the Pinnacle of Great Luo, even daring to step into the Void."

"It’s precisely because of your unexpected that has led to this situation."

Hearing Yang Mei’s words, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun also understood that Yang Mei was on the verge of falling into a state of frenzy.

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; maybe he truly couldn’t hold out for three hundred more years.

However, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun did not speak, and even though he knew that the other party had already summoned a Two-Step Saint, he remained still, as if completely unconcerned.

The two stood apart at the junction between Chaos and Void, not moving an inch.

But in the endless Chaos, an avatar of Daoist Ancestor Hongjun appeared here.

Looking at that expanse of Chaos Space, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun felt somewhat conflicted.

"I’m afraid I really have to summon you ahead of time, there’s no other choice."

"Actually, I should be able to wait a bit longer!"

After speaking, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun lowered his hand raised in mid-air, and the avatar that had appeared in the Origin Land also slowly dissipated.

Originally, he intended to have Wang Yang leave seclusion to help end the conflict in North Jambudvipa of the Three Realms quickly so that the Leader of the Tongtian Sect and others could return.

However, he changed his mind at the last moment. Perhaps he felt that Wang Yang, who had not yet achieved a Saintly breakthrough, could change the situation momentarily, but not the entire tide of events, so he ultimately backed down.

Because he came swiftly, he also left swiftly.

Daoist Yang Mei, who had been standing across from Daoist Ancestor Hongjun, did not even notice that the latter’s avatar had left.

He continued to watch the battle of the Pure Saint and waited for the arrival of the Demon Clan’s Great Elder.

At this moment, in the Origin Land, Wang Yang, as if sensing something, emerged from his cultivation state,

"Could something have happened to the Three Realms? Everything had just stabilized; it shouldn’t have!"

Wang Yang mused to himself in this vast space, the sensation he felt was clear, yet he deemed it impossible.

After all, even if the Demon Clan made their move, it wouldn’t be so soon.

Bear in mind, he had just led a campaign to slay three Quasi-Saints of the Demon Clan.

Presently, if the Demon Clan had not stayed well-hidden, they might have been uprooted completely.