Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Jialan said, "Last time was an accident, this time I guarantee there won't be any issues. This is the real Tang Sanzang, just an ordinary monk... we still follow the script, you guys capture him, we rescue him again, it's just a formality, and it'll all be over in less than a day. How about it?"

Silver Horned King sneered, "Haha... last time you also said it was just an ordinary monk, and what happened?"

Silver Horned King wanted to say something else, but Gold Horned King said, "Hold on, I think we can perform for you, after all, we've been quite close."

"Exactly, exactly... Gold Horn is right," Jialan said with a forced smile.

Gold Horn said, "However, it will cost more, and we need to change the script."

"More money? Change the script?" Jialan was stunned.

Gold Horn said, "Don't worry, we guarantee he will travel to the west safely, but as you can see, we are currently short-staffed, our original lair has been demolished, and we've lost our treasures... so, the script needs to be changed."

Jialan went back and consulted with the other seventeen...

"After coming all this way, we finally meet two live veteran actors. Let's agree," he said.

The others thought about it and agreed.

Jialan came back and said, "We can change it. May I ask how you would like to change it?"

...

The next moment, Gold Horn and Silver Horn turned into a whirlwind and captured Tang Sanzang, who was still unaware that he had been sold. They dragged Tang Sanzang straight into the Lotus Cave.

The eighteen Jialans immediately gathered together.

"When are we going to save him?"

"The agreed time is one day..."

"Then let's go save him after a day."

As soon as they finished speaking, a series of gruesome screams came from inside the Lotus Cave!

Snap! Snap! Snap!

"Ah! Ahhh!"

"You bald deadbeat, take this for hitting me, take this!"

"You bald donkey, take this for damaging my treasure, take this for damaging my treasure!"

"Take that!"

"Help, someone's dead... Help..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Screams, whipping sounds, curses, and the sound of punches filled the air!

The eighteen Jialans outside were first stunned, then screamed in panic, "Holy shit, they're taking their revenge on our Tang Sanzang, thinking he's that bald thief!"

"Save him, hurry and save him!"

"Wasn't it agreed for a day?"

"Wait a day only to collect a corpse? Quick, save him!"

The eighteen Jialans rushed into the Lotus Cave like mad...

Shortly after, Gold Horn and Silver Horn fled in a frantic sprint, with seventeen Jialans chasing after them—some clutching magic staves, some wielding Demon-Subduing Pestles, and some holding Treasure Beads and other items. They furiously pursued and scolded, "You two bastards really went too far. Stop right there!"

Soon, the beaten and half-dead Tang Sanzang was dragged out, and with his dying breath, he asked, "This time, does it count as having passed a trial?"

The remaining Jialan nodded vigorously, "Yes, this time it definitely counts!"

"Bullshit! You swindlers!" Tang Sanzang mustered his last ounce of strength and hurled insults...

Jialan: "!@#￥..."

After cursing, Tang Sanzang sat up, gritted his teeth and said, "I've decided, I want to cultivate, I want to become stronger! It's better to rely on oneself than on others. This monk is going to rise!"

...

Meanwhile, on the road to the Western Heaven.

Tang Sanzang sat on a white horse, eating hot pot and singing a song that sent chickens flying and dogs jumping, with no birds in sight.

Next to him, Sun Wukong frowned and asked, "Master, what kind of song is this?"

Tang Sanzang replied, "I don't know, I've forgotten."

Everyone: "@#￥...%"

Tang Sanzang said, "I only remember that during my travels, I once came across a small human tribe that existed for only about ten thousand years, with a population of a few billion, I guess. This tribe was interesting. They didn't cultivate but played with something called technology. They built many skyscrapers, and large iron birds flew everywhere. Believe it or not, this tribe survived more than ten thousand years with the help of that technology...

This song was created by them. It sounded nice, so I memorized it.

I'm surprised I forgot many things, but I remember these.

Indeed, that bastard only chopped off the most important events of my past..."

Hearing this, everyone sighed in awe, their eyes sparkling. They had always thought the primeval times should have been chaotic, with demon kings everywhere and no culture. It seems that the primeval times were not as backward as they had imagined, and that civilizations had existed...

But when you think about it, it makes sense. The so-called Great Tang had only about eighteen hundred years of history, yet it created a brilliant civilization.

It is said that the primeval land was many times larger than it is now, dominated by demon gods and teeming with races. A race wouldn't dare call itself a race if its numbers were not in the hundreds of millions...

Eighteen hundred years is but a nap for gods and demons.

Even now, eighteen hundred years is merely like pressing a monkey with the Five Fingers Mountain twice.

Innumerable beings, innumerable ages; there are always some beings taking different paths. Everything is possible.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang sighed, "Actually, the primeval times were more interesting than now."

Curious, Sun Wukong asked, "Master, how so? I think now is pretty good. Although there are still demons causing trouble, overall, under the rule of the Heavenly Court, it's rather peaceful, with no large-scale battles. I heard that in the primeval times, fights were daily, with potential floods and falling stars anytime, causing people's lives to be miserable."

Tang Sanzang shook his head and said, "I don't remember the specifics, but I do remember one thing: the primeval times were bustling. It was a chaotic era, and any particular race could be wiped out at any moment...

But it was also the most glorious era because new races were always rising.

Sometime someone said, the primeval era was a huge garden, all races were its flowers, and the Three Thousand Great Dao were the colors of the flowers. Every moment, some flowers would wither, and others choose their suitable colors to bloom.

One would always wake up to surprises...

In that era, there were no distinctions of sects, only differences in races;

In that era, as long as you had ambition and ability, you could carve out your place under heaven.

Unlike today, where even obtaining a broken sutra has to be well arranged... It's utterly boring."

Zhu Ganglie then shook his head and said, "What's so good about living in constant uncertainty? I much prefer now, with plenty to eat and drink."

The White Dragon Horse said, "I heard that in that era, they were either shooting the sun or chasing the sun. It must have been very dark there. I don't like the dark; now is better for me..."

Different from them, Sun Wukong, always the restless one, said with gleaming eyes, "That's the era a man should live in. What a pity, Old Sun was born too late..."

Sha Wujing indifferently said, "Whatever era it is, I only wish to take care of Master."

"Brown-noser!" Everyone collectively rolled their eyes at him.

While they were talking, Zhu Ganglie shouted, "Master, there's a red cloud on that mountain ahead, and it definitely doesn't look like an ordinary cloud! Must be a demon!"

Everyone looked up and saw a large mountain ahead with a cluster of red clouds gathered at the top.

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