Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 622 - 499 Preparing to Achieve Saintliness

Chapter 622: Chapter 499 Preparing to Achieve Saintliness

Wang Yang harnessed the abilities of the Space Dao and Time Dao, constantly splitting the force and aftershocks.

It was unknown how long had passed before the energy storm caused by the explosion in the sky finally abated slowly.

None of the more than thirty Quasi-Saints were without injuries, and even the Demon Race’s Quasi-Saints were one and all weak and listless,

Black Cloth and White Robed had just used the Apocalyptic Double Pupils and then suffered such an energy impact; their entire bodies were even more mangled.

Ksitigarbha was the closest to the site of the Primordial Spirit’s self-destruction, and his injuries were also the most severe.

But even with severe injuries, at least he had not died.

In the domain of the Great Dao, all his abilities were rendered useless, like meat on a cutting board, waiting to be slaughtered.

The self-destruction of this strand of Daoist Yang Mei’s Primordial Spirit was also the only tactic he could think of to break the situation.

But now, Ksitigarbha didn’t look so good, his arm severed, leaving a gaping hole on his shoulder.

His left eye oozed with blood, and his clothes were torn to shreds; his once imposing aura had become extremely weak.

"Exterminate the Demon Clan!"

Wang Yang shouted again, charging directly towards Ksitigarbha; he even used the Tai Chi Diagram to restrain Ksitigarbha, showing no mercy even in light of Ksitigarbha’s current state.

The people of the Three Realms reacted and charged at the nearest Demon Race Quasi-Saint.

Gonggong and Xingtian bombarded the White-clothed Protector with relentless attacks, and not long after, the White-clothed Protector followed Haotian into death, his soul completely extinguished in the mortal world.

Jiang Ziya’s God-Beating Whip had gone who knows where, and one of his arms had been chopped off by the Xuanyuan Sword.

He stood in the Void, barely able to maintain his stability.

Yaoji, who had been restrained from using the Way of Water, had half of her beautiful hair cut off by the golden dragon scissors, her unkempt hair no longer exuding its initial sanctity.

Wu Tian, who had just used the Black Lotus to block an attack, was still in a relatively good state.

But the Black Lotus had become dim and lackluster.

It could no longer ward off the Ruyi Jingu Bang, allowing Sun Wukong to land a blow on him, spitting blood continuously from his mouth, clearly gravely injured.

"I thought I could escape calamity, yet I never expected to die at the hands of someone I once eagerly wished to have tea and discuss the Dao with!"

"In this life, I have no regrets!"

Facing the relentless fall of the Tai Chi Diagram and the resurgence of the power of the Great Dao, Ksitigarbha’s body also kept disintegrating.

In the final moment, Ksitigarbha brought his hands together in prayer, and as it covered him, Ksitigarbha died silently.

It was as if this set a precedent; Fuxi’s Eight Trigrams Array surrounded the Black Cloth Guardian, and Zhao Gongming and others did not spare their Spiritual Power, continuously attacking Black Clothes.

Before long, Black Clothes struggled and died within the Eight Trigrams Array.

At this moment, on the battlefield, only Wu Tian, Jiang Ziya, and Yaoji were left struggling, and all other Demon Race Quasi-Saints had perished in this battle.

The situation was already decided.

"Haha, so much for the grand ambitions of the Demon Clan, it all ended up in vain!"

Wu Tian watched as the Black Lotus rapidly dimmed and collapsed; with the Dark Cloud Immortal and Grand Dharma Master Xuandu joining in, Wu Tian was out of options.

In a burst of Spiritual Energy explosion, Wu Tian’s body shattered into pieces.

His Primordial Spirit was also mercilessly eradicated.

More than thirty Quasi-Saints surrounded Jiang Ziya and Yaoji; Yaoji attempted to flee, but she was helpless against the invading Power of Taiyin from Changxi.

The one who had cultivated the Way of Water became a statue of ice.

With a swing of Sun Wukong’s Ruyi Jingu Bang, the ice sculpture shattered, and so did Yaoji.

"Alas, years of plotting, all for naught,"

Jiang Ziya stood there unmoving, murmuring to himself, then with a slight smile towards Master Yuding and the disciples of the Expounding Teachings Sect, he dispersed into the realm between the Three Realms.

"The Demon Race Quasi-Saints, all eradicated!"

Looking at the injured Quasi-Saints of the Three Realms, Wang Yang spoke softly.

...

The Three Realms were always shrouded in Chaos, and outside the Chaos, there was the silent Void.

In a city deep within the Void, Daoist Yang Mei was conversing with the Demon Clan’s Second Elder and others.

Suddenly, the usually stern Daoist Yang Mei paused in mid-sentence, spraying blood from his mouth.

"Demon Ancestor!"

The Second Elder instantly lost his composure, rising to go forward.

The Great Protector also flashed by his side, fearing any mishap for Daoist Yang Mei.

After all, a Three-Step Sage was like a Sea-Calming Needle, shouldering the future of their entire Demon Clan.

"I’m fine," Daoist Yang Mei raised his hand to stop them, shaking his head gently.

"Demon Ancestor, what happened?"

The Second Elder asked with concern, wanting to know what had transpired.

"A strand of my Primordial Spirit I left in the Three Realms has self-destructed," Daoist Yang Mei’s expression turned grim, something he had not expected.

The key point was that Ksitigarbha acted so swiftly, that strand of Primordial Spirit hadn’t had the chance to react, nor to send back any message.

"Demon Ancestor, has something big happened in the Three Realms again?"

The Great Protector’s expression also turned grave, they had plotted for the Three Realms for a long time and naturally did not want unforeseen changes.

According to the plan, the Demon Race Quasi-Saints hidden within the Three Realms were to disrupt the origin of the Three Realms. When the time came, the Three Realms would not be able to maintain operation, and even the strongest defenses would crumble from within.

But it seems now that it might not be so simple.

"For the time being, I have not learned anything; I’ve lost contact with the Three Realms."

"Send someone to the Soul Hall, see if the Soul Lamps of Black Clothes and White Robed are still lit."

The reason Daoist Yang Mei looked so displeased was partly because the Three Realms had undergone an unexpected change.

On the other hand, a Primordial Spirit is not something that can be abandoned lightly.