Before arriving at the Five-finger Mountain, Xuanzang had suffered a little.
The guards had escaped from the barren mountains and rivers, and the wild beasts in the mountains had swallowed their followers. Only he was surrounded by the Buddha's light. He carried his luggage and rode the white horse, staggering all the way to the Five-finger Mountain.
In the eyes of the Buddhist masters, there was nothing unusual about this brother of the emperor. What he showed was completely in line with his identity as a golden cicada.
When he arrived at the Five-finger Mountain, under the guidance of the spirits in the mountain, Xuanzang finally saw Sun Wukong, who was suppressed at the foot of the mountain.
There was actually no special meaning in that encounter. Sun Wukong hurriedly shouted, "Are you the person from the East to obtain the scriptures?"
"Of course. I wonder why you are trapped in the mountain."
"Let's talk later, bald donkey! Ahem, monk! Hurry up and help me take the talisman on the mountain. I'll come out and worship you as my master! I'll escort you to the Spiritual Mountain to obtain the scriptures! "
However, Xuanzang was not angry at all. He chanted a Buddhist chant, took off his kasaya, rolled up his sleeves, and immediately began to climb.
He had endured for 500 years, but Sun Wukong found it extremely difficult at this time.
Finally, after half a day, Xuanzang climbed to the Buddha seal that was shining with golden light. He raised his hand and opened the Buddha seal. The Five-finger Mountain immediately trembled.
At that moment, the Buddhist masters hiding in the dark all focused and stared at the abnormal movements of the Five-finger Mountain.
If Sun Wukong was stubborn and could not wait to break out at this time, it proved that his ferocious nature had not been eliminated. They had to protect Xuanzang and retreat safely before coming up with other plans.
However, what made these Buddhist masters slightly relieved was that the Five-finger Mountain immediately quietened down after trembling.
Sun Wukong suppressed his excitement and shouted, "Master! Retreat to the other side first! I'm about to come out now! The commotion will be a little louder when I come out. Don't hurt your mortal body! "
Xuanzang immediately walked to the side. After walking for thousands of feet, he heard the monkey shout again.
"Enough, enough! Master, hide behind the stone in front! "
Xuanzang did not say a word. He hid as he was told, sweating profusely. Sun Wukong instantly exerted his strength. The Five Fingers Mountain let out a roar, and the monkey directly rushed out of the mountain!
Hundreds of miles of land shook and rocks flew everywhere. Xuanzang lost his balance and hurriedly held onto the big rock. A series of banging sounds could be heard.
Faintly, Xuanzang saw a figure dashing across the sky and then turning back.
Sun Wukong was continuously using the Somersault Cloud divine ability, flying around in the sky and jumping on the ground.
In a short moment, Sun Wukong had already flown to Huaguo Mountain. When he saw the monkeys in the mountain, he finally heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he quickly returned to the Five Fingers Mountain and landed in front of Xuanzang. He put his palms together and knelt on the ground.
"Disciple Sun Wu Kong greets Master!"
When the Buddhist experts secretly celebrated Sun Wukong's actions, no one noticed that there was a hint of playfulness and coldness in Xuanzang's eyes …
With the monkey's protection, Xuanzang only had to endure the pain of traveling.
The Journey to the West was a show. Originally, the four disciples and the demons and ghosts along the way were the ones acting. Now, perhaps Xuanzang, who was supposed to be the person in the show, seemed to have … better acting skills.
The master and disciple continued to travel west. With the experts of the Buddhist sects, a group of Heavenly Generals sent by the Celestial Court secretly protecting them, and Sun Wukong, a cultivator with extraordinary combat power, it would be strange if anything happened along the way.
Yang Jian was not there, so he naturally could not see Sun Wukong after he escaped.
The spirit monkey seemed to have become much gentler. The smile never left its mouth, but from time to time, it would reveal a hint of ferocity.
The monkey's aura was more stable, and it seemed to be more shrewd. Its cultivation level did not seem to have improved much, but after being suppressed by the Five Fingers Mountain for 500 years, Sun Wukong had accumulated a lot of insights into the path of cultivation.
Yang Jian's worries did not happen. The monkey's strength did not decline. Instead, it improved a few steps.
There was still one last shackle in its body, and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art had also reached the peak of the seventh level. As the monkey's True Spirit was born directly from the Void Spirit, the Rebirth Realm was perfected on its own. As long as the monkey was willing, it could form the initial stage of the Mysterious Yellow Indestructible Body at any time.
The monkey's journey to the west had been enhanced by the destiny of the world. Its gains were extraordinary.
When it arrived at the spiritual mountain and accepted the rewards of the Buddhist sects and the Heavenly Dao, it would be able to break the last shackle in its body and become another cultivator who had the strength to fight against the Saint of Merit and Virtue besides Yang Jian.
At that time, it would be the moment when the monkey could truly shine in the world.
The road ahead was long, and it would only take more than ten years.
According to the Saint's deduction, the end of the Journey to the West would probably be the beginning of another great calamity. As for what the Journey to the West was related to another great calamity, no one knew. They could only wait for the answer.
Ten years was not too short. At least, it was enough for all parties to make all the arrangements they could.
The expeditionary army of the Black Spirit Kingdom gradually began to gather. More and more Spirit experts were placed outside the Primitive Universe. As soon as something happened, they would immediately rush into the Primitive Universe and fight side by side with the cultivators of the Primitive Universe.
The Immortal Generals above the Golden Celestial Realm of the Skyward Pavilion also began to gather in the nearest worlds of the five continents of the Primitive Universe, ready to support the Heavenly Soldiers of the Celestial Court at any time.
Once the war broke out, the Black Spirit Kingdom and the Celestial Court could ensure that there would be a continuous stream of reinforcements from all over the world, ensuring that the combat power of those below the Saint realm would be equal to that of the other side, or even have an advantage.
However, these were just the basics.
The real deciding factor of the war was the fight between the few top experts.
In the Primitive Universe, the most eye-catching expert was naturally Yang Jian, Perfected Lord Erlang. His achievement of killing two Saints of the Great Path was enough to be remembered by the cultivators of the Primitive Universe.
Then there were the two Saints of the Great Path, Heavenly Flame Daoist and Yuding Zhenren, as well as the 'veteran' Saints, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Goddess Nuwa, and Goddess Houtu, who guarded the Netherworld.
However, Yang Jian, the Heavengod of Justice, had disappeared at this time, which made people feel a little uneasy.
In addition to Yang Jian, there were also many experts below the Saint realm, but only a few of them had the combat power to threaten a Saint of the Great Path with their divine powers or treasures.
The three senior brothers of the three Dao Sects, Hiroshige, Great Daoist Xuan Du, Daoist Duobao, a few personal disciples of the Saints, and more than a dozen ancient almighty experts who had lived since ancient times and possessed real Saint artifacts …
It seemed that the combat power of the Primitive Universe was not weak.
However, if one knew how strong the Grand Simplicity Realm was at its peak, one would certainly worry about the future of the Primitive Universe.
This combat power was far from enough compared to the strength that the supreme expert showed when he destroyed the Grand Simplicity Realm.
"Oh? When is it? "
A figure slowly appeared in the void of the Primitive Universe. It was Yang Jian, who had been meditating on the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
He spread out his divine sense and immediately saw Sun Wukong and Xuanzang walking on the Path of Heaven in the South Continent. He could not help but smile.
The monkey had finally come out.
"Is that Xuanzang? It's a little different from Golden Cicada's face. It's more handsome now. "Yang Jian pondered for a while. Seeing that the horse seemed to be transformed from a white dragon, he knew that they had already crossed the Eagle's Sorrow Stream.
After watching for a while, Yang Jian retracted his divine sense.
Whether he looked or not, Yang Jian knew where they were going, what demons and ghosts they would encounter, and how many times they had narrowly escaped death … There was no need to waste his energy.
Besides, when he heard the monkey call the little monk as his master, Yang Jian felt a little strange …
Then, he began to comprehend the advancement of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
The Pangu God's guidance was better than Yang Jian's ten thousand years of cultivation. At that moment, the eighth level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art had already reached the Perfected Realm. Next, he had to think about how to break through the "limit" of the eighth level.
This stage was rather difficult and not easy.
Unfortunately, Yang Jian had not been able to obtain the ninth cultivation method of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art from the Pangu God. At that moment, he could only rely on the eighth level to break through the limit and reach the Perfected Realm to push the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to the edge of becoming a Sage.
"If only I had the ninth cultivation method. That way, I would have another layer of protection. I can try to establish the Dao at the same time now."
Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart. Then, he felt that he had been a little greedy.
Forget it. It's all thanks to the Pangu God that I can make such progress. I still have to feel the stones to cross the river.
All of a sudden, Yang Jian sensed a somber atmosphere between heaven and earth.
Although he did not know how to deduce, he knew how to observe aura.
Looking towards the north, he saw a surging murderous aura condensing into an incomparably huge black dragon. It already covered the sky and looked like it could devour the Primordial World.
"The Great Tribulation is probably not far away."
Yang Jian pondered for a while and went to meet the Saints.
This time, he did not delay anything. He directly asked Daoist Tian Yan for the Chaos Bell to slow down the flow of time by a thousand times. He slowly pondered over the method to break through the eighth level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and become a Saint.
Before he became a Saint, he had sensed it. When Yang Jian was in seclusion this time, the mysterious feeling was extremely obvious.
Before Yang Jian entered the Chaos Bell, he felt the gazes of the Saints on him. Their gazes were filled with anticipation and urgency.
This was one of the few times that Yang Jian felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders.
He could not always wait until the battle was about to erupt, nor could he always drag the situation to the most critical moment before thinking of a way to reverse it …
"Master." Yang Jian's voice sounded from within the Chaos Bell. Yuding Zhenren, who had been silent at the side, immediately flashed outside the Chaos Bell.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Jian said, "Master, please go to the Chaos Sea and invite Senior Mirage Dragon back to the Primordial World."
"Alright." Yuding Zhenren nodded and agreed. His figure flashed and disappeared. He did not even need to look at the location of the Mirage Dragon that Yang Jian had painstakingly displayed outside the Chaos Bell.
"Relax and enter seclusion," the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning said. "Don't worry about other things."
"Yes, I understand."
Yang Jian replied in the Chaos Bell. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and comprehended his mysterious technique.
The Dao of Eight-Nine and the Indestructible Body.
If he could become a Saint with both techniques, why would he be afraid of the thousands of demons?
However, this path was too difficult and not easy.
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