Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 631 - 503

Chapter 631: 503

If he were the Heavenly Dao, he would definitely bestow upon Wang Yang a Saint Fruit Position.

But the problem is he isn’t, he has merely merged with the Dao.

"All things under heaven operate on cause and effect, yet you actually wish to forcefully sever the cause and effect between you."

"You are just the Heavenly Dao without any thoughts, so why feel fear?"

Daoist Ancestor Hongjun finally spoke with some helplessness.

The Three Realms can no longer withstand any great turmoil, otherwise, because of this matter alone, Hongjun would certainly have to have a serious talk with the Heavenly Dao.

Looking through the Chaos, his gaze settled on Golden Turtle Island.

Hongjun felt a tinge of sadness, and also some regret.

If the Heavenly Dao was unwilling to grant the Saint Fruit Position, then Wang Yang had no hope of achieving sainthood in the Three Realms.

"Yang Mei, it’s all because of you!"

The Purple Cloud Palace was still grandly perched, and silence had returned within.

However, as for what Hongjun felt, only he himself would know.

As for Wang Yang, he knew nothing of all this.

At this moment, he was still in seclusion on Golden Turtle Island, continuously comprehending the power of the Great Dao.

Of course, he had already comprehended the power of fifty Great Daos and even integrated them.

Now, after witnessing the rise of his Minor World, Wang Yang paid even more attention to the details of the Great Dao.

Moreover, Wang Yang was also attempting to merge directly with the Great Dao and even came close to merging the Great Dao of Wood and the Life Dao together, only giving up in the end for fear of destroying Golden Turtle Island.

Even so, the power of the Great Dao within Wang Yang became increasingly profound and powerful.

Even Saints would hesitate to claim they could surpass Wang Yang’s Daoist aura.

During seclusion, one doesn’t feel the passage of time; Wang Yang felt as though he had pondered a minor issue of the Great Dao, and ten years had passed in the blink of an eye in the Three Realms.

In these ten years, Wang Yang was always in seclusion, leaving the affairs of Golden Turtle Island and the Cutting Teachings Sect to the Golden Spirit Holy Mother to handle.

Zhao Gongming and Dark Cloud Immortal had no objections to this.

Being Quasi-Saints, they were either in seclusion or cultivating every day; they had all wanted to be involved in the affairs of the sect, but after the great battle, each had lost interest.

Guanyin took up residence on Golden Turtle Island, which at times echoed with the sounds of scripture chanting.

Of course, Guanyin wasn’t always in seclusion either, occasionally coming out to discuss the Dao with her peers.

It is worth mentioning that, although the Sages of the Three Realms returned to their respective homes ten years ago, the great battle left everyone with a sense of urgency, and the Pinnacle of Great Luo disciples continued to cultivate on Golden Turtle Island, hoping to break through to Quasi-Saint status as soon as possible.

As a result, even though the various Quasi-Saints returned to their lands in the Four Continents, they frequently visited Golden Turtle Island to teach their disciples.

Over the ten years, more than a dozen Quasi-Saints emerged from Golden Turtle Island.

Even a Third Generation Disciple of the Cutting Teachings Sect, Wen Zhong, successfully made his breakthrough to Quasi-Saint.

Others like Nezha, Li Jing, and the kings of the Underworld - King Qin Guang, Chu Jiang Wang, and King Yama - also successfully broke through to Quasi-Saint status, significantly enhancing the strength of the Three Realms.

And all of them were aware that their successful breakthrough to Quasi-Saint was, more or less, related to Wang Yang.

There is no need to mention the three kings of the Underworld; without merit infusing their bodies, they would not have been able to break their shackles and reach Quasi-Saint status.

Nezha and Li Jing, during their breakthroughs, also utilized the Innate Spiritual Treasures left by Wang Yang to cut away their Three Corpses.

For these reasons, although Wang Yang remained in seclusion, his status among the beings of the Three Realms only grew higher.

However, beings like Houtu could also keenly sense that the opportunities bestowed by the Heavenly Dao were becoming more frequent, as if the control over Quasi-Saints had been loosened, making breakthroughs in the Three Realms no longer as difficult.

Yet a change in the Heavenly Dao was not something they, as Quasi-Saints, had any control over, and the Heavenly Dao still imposed restrictions on the Saint Realm, hindering their own breakthroughs from Quasi-Saint status.

Achieving the status of a Saint was still utterly hopeless.

Over the past ten years, the Three Realms underwent numerous transformations, at least to the extent that the traces of the great war from a decade ago were all but erased, mitigating its impact on the Three Realms.

Moreover, it boosted the enthusiasm of many for cultivation.

From this point of view, the invasion of the Demon Clan didn’t seem like a bad thing; rather, it had become a blessing in disguise.

Of course, only those who had achieved the status of a Quasi-Saint were privy to the affairs of the extraterrestrial demons.

This also led to the fact that while many in the Three Realms had broken through to Quasi-Saint, none of them became complacent; on the contrary, they carved out even more time for cultivation.

Only by becoming stronger could one better aid the Three Realms.

And in those ten years, within a silent mountain located in the cities of the Demon Clan in the Void, there had been no sign of life for a decade.

The Great Elder and the Supreme Elder continued their healing retreats, except this time, while in seclusion, they still kept a vigilant eye on everything concerning the Demon Clan, fearing that someone might take this opportunity to attack them.

The Second Elder, the Third Elder, and the Great Protector spent the last decade somewhat anxious. After all, when Daoist Yang Mei returned, he was already gravely injured, and after speaking only a few words, he entered seclusion on the back mountain to heal.

With no news for ten years, the longer the silence dragged on, the more worried people became.

Fearing that Daoist Yang Mei might indeed perish on that mountain, the Third Protector fixated day and night on the soul lamp placed at the highest point in the Soul Hall, his heart aching at the sight of the flickering soul flame that seemed to be barely there.

If Daoist Yang Mei truly perished, and the other cities of the Void learnt about it, it would be nothing short of a disaster for their Demon Clan.

The Void would never allow the Demon Clan to occupy a city; they would still be scattered like dogs that had lost their homes, hiding in different cities and living a dark, sunless life.

The Great Elder knew of this life, as did the Supreme Elder, and these One-Step Saints like the Second Elder.

To think that they were Saints in the past, yet they still had to live cautiously.

Fearing that being discovered as a member of the Demon Clan, they refused to reminisce about those difficult days.

One day, the soul lamp that had been flickering stabilized completely. Before the Third Protector could share the good news with the others, a surge of energy erupted from the back mountain, and the overwhelming pressure made the entire city of the Demon Clan quake in fear.

"It’s the Demon Ancestor, the Demon Ancestor has emerged from seclusion!"

The Second Elder was overjoyed, his previous entanglements vanished at that moment, leaving only delight in his eyes.

"The Demon Ancestor, the Demon Ancestor!"

Though trembling under the pressure, even the Pinnacle of Great Luos were unable to stand up straight, the shouts of the city’s Demon Clan never ceased, growing louder to express their inner joy and veneration.

This was the status of Daoist Yang Mei among the Demon Clan—unmatched and incomparable.

The Great Elder and the Supreme Elder also instantaneously emerged from seclusion. Although they felt the effects of this pressure, they were after all Two-Step Saints and remained unharmed.

The two stood in mid-air above the Demon Clan’s training field, looking in the direction of the back mountain, waiting for the man who led the Demon Clan from danger to step out, or to break through the mountain and appear above them all.

The pressure grew increasingly heavy; the Pinnacle of Great Luos in the city were gradually unable to withstand it, yet their eyes remained fervent, feeling not a hint of pain.

Finally, a figure slowly emerged from the back mountain.

Compared with the disheveled state of ten years ago, the figure that emerged now wore a neat black robe, and his beard and hair were well-groomed. The person looked clean and tidy, and his spirit was vibrant.

"We greet the Demon Ancestor!"

The Great Elder and the Supreme Elder simultaneously bowed in mid-air to pay their respects.

"We greet the Demon Ancestor!"

The Second Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Great Protector, and Second Protector, five One-Step Quasi-Saints, stood behind the two and bowed as well.

"We greet the Demon Ancestor!"

The Quasi-Saints and the Pinnacle of Great Luos in the city shouted as loudly as they could, as if wishing the entire Void to hear, letting all who wished to oppose the Demon Clan know.

"Hmm."

Daoist Yang Mei’s face was devoid of sorrow or joy as he nodded lightly, and with a wave of his hand, a powerful force spread out. In the Void outside the city, certain existences were instantly turned to shreds, their blood vaporizing into a mist.