Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 629 - 502: Yang Mei Seriously Injured, Void Forces Poised to Move_2

Chapter 629: Chapter 502: Yang Mei Seriously Injured, Void Forces Poised to Move_2

"Daoist Wang Yang is definitely the most likely to become a Saint, and if we give up on him now, it will be a tremendous loss for both Heaven Beyond Heavens and the Three Realms,"

"Now that Daoist Wang Yang can’t achieve Saintliness, let’s think of a solution together. If there is a turning point, I believe it will be a turning point for the Three Realms!"

When Daoist Jieyin was in Beiju Luzhou, he was smashed to pieces by the Black Robed and White Robed, and finally returned to Heaven Beyond Heavens.

However, Daoist Jieyin was aware of the battle in Western Cow Hezhou led by Wang Yang after his return.

That is why he spoke well of Wang Yang.

It wasn’t just the two of them; Empress Nuwa was even more decisive, giving the impression that she wouldn’t agree if it weren’t for Wang Yang.

Not to mention the Leader of the Tongtian Sect, Wang Yang was his friend and a comrade on the same front. Without Wang Yang, the factional disputes could have been lost.

Wang Yang did not know everything happening in the Purple Cloud Palace, but he knew that he was about to end his reclusion.

His original purpose for seclusion was to comprehend the Power of the Great Dao, but in the secret room on Golden Turtle Island, besides the Power of the Great Dao in the Heart of Pangu, he could not feel anything else.

That’s why he decided to leave there.

He’d rather travel alone to every corner of the Three Realms to feel the universe.

...

"It’s just the Saint Fruit Position, despite the way I am now, which Saint dares say they can surely defeat me?"

In the Void, a quasi-saint who had just been defeated by a Saint shouted towards the sky.

But looking at his vitality, it seemed as though his life had already ended.

In the endless Void, there were also cities, both large and small.

Within the Void, the Three Realms seemed just like one of those cities, unnoticed by anyone.

However, in a corner of the Void, a bit of undying True Spirit reformed into a Primordial Spirit and gradually condensed a physical body, as if reborn from death.

The shadow looked towards the general direction of the Three Realms, wanting to go there, but ultimately he stood still.

Behind him, a Buddha Physique and a Demon God Physique had already expanded his path to the Great Dao considerably, with just a step forward he could achieve the Saint Fruit Position.

But the man did not become a Saint just yet; instead, he closed off his most direct path and continued to refine himself to become more flawless.

If the Sages of the Three Realms saw this person, they would be extremely surprised.

Because this was someone who, in the impression of everyone in the Three Realms, had already died, Ksitigarbha!

During the battle at the Mara Mountain Range, everyone saw Ksitigarbha’s Primordial Spirit disintegrate, but Ksitigarbha used a Secret Technique, protecting a wisp of undying True Spirit, broke through the Chaos, and came to this vast Void to be reborn.

Add to this his cultivation of Buddhism Cultivation Technique, a speck of Golden Light that none of the quasi-saints noticed appeared.

It was precisely because of this he had the opportunity to breakthrough,

"So a quasi-saint can have such a vast difference. Fifty kinds of the Power of the Great Dao, truly incredible."

Ksitigarbha muttered to himself, having seen Wang Yang’s fifty kinds of the Power of the Great Dao, his original thought of being revered as the supreme among the Three Realms’ quasi-saints was shattered like bubbles.

Now, Ksitigarbha resolutely gave up the path to Saintliness, choosing to continue solidifying what he had accumulated during his quasi-saint phase.

Afterward, Ksitigarbha headed towards the nearest city within his line of sight.

Unsure of whose influence the city was under, but Ksitigarbha still gradually sought opportunities.

At the same time, in the skies above the city of the Demon Clan, Daoist Yang Mei, who had disappeared for a long time, reappeared there.

Notably, he held a severed head in his hand.

"Demon Ancestor!"

"Demon Ancestor!"

The Great Elder and others came out from the city immediately, stunned upon seeing the head.

Especially the Fourth Elder, who sighed in relief upon seeing it.

"Pfft!"

With a mouthful, Yang Mei instantly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. It was then that people noticed that their Demon Ancestor’s chest had almost been penetrated, and the wound had not even healed yet.

"Demon Ancestor, are you alright? Quick, bring the Divine Elixir!"

The Second Elder said frantically, as in the Demon Clan, anyone could fall, but the Demon Ancestor absolutely could not.

If something happened to the Demon Ancestor, it was feared that the Demon Clan would not survive for another month.

"I’m fine, I can heal myself. The Carefree Elder will no longer appear, which solves a huge problem for our Demon Clan!"

Daoist Yang Mei threw the head of the Carefree Elder, never looking at it again.

Although the Carefree Elder’s Primordial Spirit escaped this time, Daoist Yang Mei had placed a Curse Mark on it, so he couldn’t possibly survive.

A Three-Step Saint had slain another Three-Step Saint, an event of great significance no matter where it occurred.

The Demon Clan could use this event to significantly deter the major cities in the Void.

Of course, slaying a Three-Step Saint without any consequences was impossible, so after a short stay, Yang Mei immediately entered the Demon Clan’s secret chamber to heal in seclusion.

"Bring someone, hang the head of the Carefree Elder at the city gate for everyone to see!"

After Yang Mei left, the Great Elder spoke while looking at the head of the Carefree Elder.

Although the Carefree Elder was a Three-Step Saint, now that he was dead, he amounted to nothing.

It was just a head, but hanging it could still be somewhat useful.

Still, even though only the head remained, ordinary people couldn’t come close to it.

Ultimately, only a quasi-saint pinnacle could withstand the pressure and take the head to the city gate to hang it.

No one knew how fierce the battle had been, nor did they know where it had occurred.

But the outcome was bound to shock the entire Void.

And by the time Yang Mei recovered and emerged from seclusion, it would definitely be the time for the Demon Clan to attack the Three Realms.

"Yang Mei is severely injured, now is our best chance to attack the Demon Clan."

"If we don’t attack the Demon Clan now, a Yang Mei, capable of slaying a Three-Step Saint, will indeed press down on our clans like a massive mountain."

"But who knows if this is just false information he has released? What if his injury isn’t that severe? If we go, won’t we be falling into his trap?"

"It’s a chance, but there’s definitely risk involved."

"Exactly, if this is their false information, going now would likely be what the Demon Clan desires."

In a certain part of the Void, several people gathered together to discuss.

They all belonged to mighty clans in the Void, but all were oppressed by the Demon Clan.

Now, with Yang Mei having slain the Carefree Elder and incurring severe injuries, they viewed it as an excellent opportunity.

"That Carefree Elder was asking for it, he refused to join us and preferred to act alone like a hero."

"Although Yang Mei is heavily wounded, the Demon Clan still has two Two-Step Saints, and we don’t even have a Three-Step Saint behind us; attacking like this seems inappropriate!"

"Those Overlord-level forces have Three-Step Saints, but they would definitely not be willing to help us. Even if we asked them to help, the price would surely be more than we can bear."

"Forget it, I don’t agree with attacking the Demon Clan now; the risk is too great. If we fail, our races might vanish into nothingness in the Void!"

Saying this, a Two-Step Saint directly left.

Although there were still five or six people in the room, only two really wanted to attack the Demon Clan.

They were all from mighty clans in the Void, but none had a Three-Step Saint in charge, and basically just one Two-Step Saint each.

One thing they had in common was that their races were greatly bullied by the Demon Clan, and they had deep-seated grudges against the Demon Clan.

Because of that, although their cities were located in different parts of the Void, they still banded together, preparing to resist the Demon Clan.

Even more, these families had united to devise a plan called Sage Creation.

Gathering all the resources from their clans, they sought to find the most potential individual to help them grow into the strongest Three-Step Saint to fight against the Demon Clan.

But so far, they hadn’t managed to create even a One-Step Saint, or to put it another way, a potential One-Step Saint hadn’t appeared.

This made these Saints a bit anxious, valuing this opportunity and preparing to attack all at once.

"Ah, forget it, keep a low profile these years. We should at least wait until we have a Three-Step Saint before we can qualify to challenge the Demon Clan."

Another Two-Step Saint decided to give up on this action.

Following him, aside from those two Saints determined to attack the Demon Clan, the others also felt it was unfeasible.

This discussion ended there.

Soon, these individuals departed, and the Void returned to its original silence.