Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 603 - 489th - : Demonic Pupil Destroys the World_2

Chapter 603: 489th Chapter: Demonic Pupil Destroys the World_2

So, after some thought, Wang Yang continued his cultivation.

After all, in this place, not even a second should be wasted.

Originally mastering only seventeen or eighteen types of the power of the Great Dao, Wang Yang, in just a few days here, had already absorbed over thirty types of the Great Dao’s power and had mastered them all.

Of course, the Heart of Pangu beside him was even more spectacular, its aura flickering, each one filled with a sense of perfection.

Even now, the height of the Heart of Pangu had surpassed the mountains of the Origin Land, seemingly having restored to its original state within Pangu’s body.

Wang Yang could feel that the Heart of Pangu had reached perfection and would not grow any further, no matter what.

However, the Heart of Pangu was still continuously absorbing the Primordial Force. The original five great mountains, now the one behind them, had shrunk by two-thirds compared to when they arrived, and it would probably completely disappear in a few days.

The reason the Heart of Pangu was still ceaselessly absorbing the Origin of the Great Dao was that it could transfer the Primordial Force to Wang Yang.

This was akin to having two Wang Yangs cultivating at the same time, and the efficiency was even higher than two people cultivating together.

It was precisely for this reason that Wang Yang was able to master so much of the Great Dao’s power in such a short time.

Vaguely, he was about to break through forty types.

"What am I now, at the pinnacle of quasi-saint status? I probably surpassed it a while ago!"

Wang Yang felt the spiritual energy and the Great Dao within him and said with a mix of self-mockery and reassurance.

After speaking, Wang Yang closed his eyes and continued cultivating.

...

At this time, battles were raging everywhere among the Three Realms.

The battle of Saints beyond the heavens, the battle of quasi-saints in Beiju Luzhou, and the battle of Great Luo in Southern Continent Jambudvipa.

The Demon Clan was attacking desperately, and the Three Realms were resisting with all their might.

"Kill!"

Zhao Gongming’s aura, having weakened to an unknown extent, looked at the scene before him — finally, there were no figures of the Demon Race’s pinnacle of Great Luo — he felt a burst of stifled irritation pass through his chest and turn into a gust of wind that came out of his mouth and traveled afar.

Puh!

A mouthful of fresh blood fell towards the ground below, and his already somewhat weakened aura became even more listless.

He really couldn’t hold on anymore because he had been bearing the brunt in the last part of the battle.

Of course, it wasn’t just him.

Xuanzang, Guanyin, and Red Fairy.

These three had already been unable to hold on, and Zhao Gongming was the fourth, and the last.

"Fellow Daoists, you rest here, we’ll proceed first!"

With the Demon Race’s Great Luo members nearly annihilated, the arrival of the Ten Yama Kings’ hundred thousand celestial soldiers had already turned the tide of the battle below.

The subsequent battles no longer required the help of quasi-saints.

Under such circumstances, individuals like Sun Wukong, Phoenix, and Grand Dharma Xuandu still dared not tarry, even though their internal organs were injured and their spiritual energy was nearly depleted, they still had to immediately rush to the next battlefield.

"Take care, and may you all return victoriously!"

Xuanzang knew that he and the others couldn’t go any further.

Their spiritual energy was virtually depleted, and they were even struggling to heal themselves, let alone travel such a long distance through the sky.

Phoenix and the others nodded heavily, and then a group of six, regardless of whether they could still fight, transformed into long rainbows and flew toward Beiju Luzhou.

Li Jing and others, seeing that they had won above, sighed in relief and felt even more revitalized; despite the demons still greatly outnumbering the celestial soldiers, they fought without any fear.

They even began to counterattack, forcing the once arrogant Demon Clan, who had relied on their numbers, to defend passively.

Meanwhile, in Beiju Luzhou.

Even the Sect Hierarch of the Tongtian Sect had to admit, quasi-saints were too hard to kill.

That they had managed to kill a Buddha of Bright Virtue and Ocean was purely by luck.

Now, aside from the barely alive yet still defiant Poxun, he was the most likely one they could kill among the quasi-saints; even Ghost Car, who had always been suppressed by Shennong, no one dared say they could kill him.

"Slay the Immortals!"

The celestial Sect Leader shouted, and the Diagram of the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals immediately enveloped Ksitigarbha, thousands of fierce sword qi darting within.

Beside them, Empress Nuwa stared intently at the Diagram of the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals, her Map of Mountains and Rivers seeming like it might fly out of her hand at any moment to land precisely on the position of the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals.

Indeed, just as they had imagined, Ksitigarbha only managed to withstand ten moments longer than last time before he broke out of the formation diagram.

The Sword Qi of the Slaying Immortals Sword Array seemed to have no effect on him, other than his clothes being shredded, his physical body did not even bear a single white mark.

A sweep of the Map of Mountains and Rivers engulfed Ksitigarbha, who had just emerged from the Slaying Immortals Sword Array, drawing him back into it.

Leader of the Tongtian Sect and Empress Nuwa exhausted their strength, barely managing to block Ksitigarbha.

They even didn’t hesitate to deplete the spiritual energy within themselves to unleash their most powerful attacks right from the start.

Under such assaults, Ksitigarbha felt somewhat stifled.

Although such intensity of attack was still somewhat insufficient to harm him, the feeling of having no opportunity to counterattack, only able to defend passively, made Ksitigarbha very uncomfortable.

It was not just him, in fact, all the Demon Race Sages felt the same.

All the Sages of the Three Realms attacked with all their might, thinking about counterattacking meant inevitably getting hurt.

Even not holding back led to severe injuries.

Under such conditions, their natural choice was to prioritize defense.

Initially thought they couldn’t last long under such circumstances, but unexpectedly, even after two or three days, these dozen quasi-saints still persisted.

In another direction, Daoist Jieyin, constantly facing two opponents alone, had his Jinzhang Six-foot Golden Body battered, and after the extinction of Buddhism, the last vestige of Buddhism’s fate also got depleted.

Even to stop Black Clothes and White Robed, the few minor worlds that Jieyin found in the Void, he sacrificed.

However, the effect was quite apparent. After such a long time, under the attack of the two, even if not victorious, Jieyin desperately persevered.

Black Clothes and White Robed landed another punch on Jieyin, and after this time, the pair did not rush to attack, as they realized that even if they pressed the attack, the effect wasn’t substantial; they could only injure him, but not completely incapacitate him or even kill him.

As the two guardians newly arrived in the Three Realms, it would be shameful if they did not achieve any success in their first battle, not to mention the Demon Race Sages of the Three Realms, probably even they themselves would look down upon themselves.

With this thought in mind, Black Clothes and White Robed exchanged glances and then nodded together.

Suddenly, both stretched out two fingers, stabbing straight towards their own eyes.

The white pupils of Black Clothes and the black pupils of White Robed, under their seemingly self-mutilating fingers, both turned a bloody red.

During this process, both of them appeared to feel nothing at all, not even a muffled grunt.

This was enough to demonstrate what kind of temperament they possessed.

"Daoist Jieyin, be careful!"

Empress Nuwa noticed something amiss with Black Clothes and White Robed, but what exactly it was, she did not know; she could only warn Jieyin to be careful.

Daoist Jieyin glanced at Black Clothes and White Robed, even more at a loss, but an alarm in his sacred platform still prompted him to release all the sparse spiritual energy in his body, reforming the Jinzhang Six-foot Golden Body, hoping to withstand the onslaught.

"Careful? It’s already too late, hehe!"

The eyes of the Black Cloth Guardian were already covered in fresh blood, those unhuman-like pupils yet fixated towards Jieyin’s direction, even emitting a sinister laugh.

"Blood Ming Descends to the World!"

Black Clothes and White Robed jointly manipulated hand seals, the two bloody pupils in their eye sockets actually flew out directly.

Only leaving behind two eye sockets devoid of pupils, constantly dripping with fresh blood.

The two pupils of Black Clothes merged together, forming a white sphere.

And the two pupils of White Robed merged together, forming a black sphere.

The two spheres flew together, complementing each other head to tail.

This scene was absolutely unexpected for everyone, nobody could stop or influence it.

"Demonic Pupil Destroys the World!"

The two changed their hand seals, and the two spheres almost touched each other.

The surrounding spiritual energy and demonic qi instantly stirred up, affecting the surrounding battles.

However, Black Clothes and White Robed appeared not to notice, concentrating intently on casting this spell.

This was their most powerful technique, aiming for a successful strike.

As long as they could bring down Daoist Jieyin’s quasi-saint incarnation, their position in the Three Realms would be thoroughly secured!

As for Daoist Jieyin, ever since the alarm from his sacred platform, he had been vigilant towards the two, and when they unleashed such a technique, it caught him off guard.

He thought of escaping, but felt the opponents were already tracking him, making any attempt to flee futile.

He could only watch the two with a guarded expression, hoping to withstand this attack.