Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong

"True Lord of Divine Revelation, the Demon Monkey Sun Wukong has been subdued by Ran Deng Buddha. Why have you not swiftly attacked Flower-Fruit Mountain? What more are you waiting for?"

The Jade Emperor's declaration had traveled a thousand miles to reach the ears of Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing, worded with extreme sternness. Li Jing understood clearly that the Jade Emperor was quite displeased. If he did not act now, even if he annihilated Flower-Fruit Mountain and returned to the Heavenly Court, he would not have a good outcome.

However, his Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda was already damaged, and his current strength was barely 50 percent of his prime; how could he dare to make a move lightly? Let alone Sun Wukong, if another freak like Six-Eared Macaque or Bull Demon King popped up, he wouldn't be able to handle it!

Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing cast his gaze on Erlang God Yang Jian. Yang Jian was here by the Jade Emperor's decree to assist in the campaign against Flower-Fruit Mountain. Except for an initial massive fight with Six-Eared Macaque and Bull Demon King, he had been merely watching from the sidelines, not making any move. How could such formidable combat power be wasted like this?

"Attack Flower-Fruit Mountain?"

Erlang God Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, sneered inwardly. Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing sure was making a cunning calculation—too afraid to go himself, and yet pushing him into it!

Everyone thought that Sun Wukong had been taken into the Twenty-Four Heavens' Worlds by Ran Deng Ancient Buddha, but only Erlang God Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye could see that Sun Wukong had charged in by himself. Being the king of all demons of Flower-Fruit Mountain, Sun Wukong obviously was not just a reckless brute.

Now, although he was in the Twenty-Four Heavens' Worlds, who knew when he would burst out? Yang Jian certainly did not want to be the first target when he came out.

"Heavenly King Li, I am here to assist you. Why don't you issue the command to attack first, and I will support you from the side? What do you think, Heavenly King?"

Erlang God Yang Jian did not want to be used as a pawn or give others a reason to criticize, especially not by someone as petty as Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing. After his eyes flickered, he replied with a smile.

"This cunning fellow!"

Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing paused. Erlang God Yang Jian had kicked the ball he'd tried to pass back to him. As he saw all the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals shifting their gaze toward him, Li Jing suddenly felt cornered.

He clenched his teeth and steeled his heart, "Signal the order, the whole army moves to attack Flower-Fruit Mountain, break into Water Curtain Cave Heaven, and annihilate all the demons!"

"Attack!"

"Kill!"

Once the military order was issued, they had to follow it despite any reluctance. The remaining forty thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals forcibly spirited themselves and roared as they charged into Flower-Fruit Mountain.

"Brothers, let's fight these mixed breeds of the Heavenly Court!"

"Kill them! Killing one breaks even, killing two makes a profit!"

The other demons, who had initially retreated into Water Curtain Cave Heaven, roared with anger, wielding their respective weapons and rushing out of Water Curtain Cave Heaven to meet the Heavenly Court's army. A melody from a zither resounded, and Sun Xiaoqing, a little fox demon, somehow produced an ancient zither and began playing a war tune.

Faint red lights dispersed from the bodies of the Flower-Fruit Mountain's demon crowd, enhancing their strength, speed, and other attributes; meanwhile, the Heavenly Court's army found themselves wrapped in clusters of dark miasma that lowered their attributes.

The sounds of chaotic battle erupted again across Flower-Fruit Mountain.

Inside the Ninth Layer World of the Twenty-Four Heavens, Sun Wukong grasped the tail of a Golden Dragon, swirling it around fiercely to spin like a top, then abruptly let go, hurling the Golden Dragon fiercely onto a mountain peak, shattering the entire mountain mass, stones flying chaotically.
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Starting from the second layer of the Twenty-Four Heavens, various kinds of enemies had surfaced to attack Sun Wukong, each radiating strong worldly forces, their strength growing stronger and stronger. Initially, Sun Wukong could easily defeat them, but gradually, he started to struggle. On entering the Ninth Layer, he encountered a dragon that was one step into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Unlike those enemies formed entirely from worldly forces, this Golden Dragon was not made of worldly forces, but its enhancement by worldly forces was incontrovertible. If only discussing actual cultivation, the dragon would probably qualify only up to the Da Luo Golden Immortal Realm.

"Roar~!"

A painful dragon chant arose from amid the shattered stones. The Golden Dragon, its body covered in blood with dragon scales shattered, burst out from the debris. The dragon head raised to the sky as it roared furiously, its gaze at Sun Wukong filled with anger, hatred, and an unmistakable tinge of fear.

Unlike other mindless monsters driven only by instinct to kill, this Golden Dragon, one of the eight Heavenly Dragons of the Western Paradise, had been cultivating in hiding within this Ninth Layer of Heaven. It had leaped out sensing Sun Wukong's invasion, originally intending to eliminate the intruder, only to be brutally beaten by Sun Wukong!

"Stop that damn noise!"

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a glint of cold light as he looked disdainfully at the Golden Dragon. His voice was cold and full of contempt, "Being a part of the Dragon Race yet devoid of any dragon's pride, willingly becoming the Buddhist Sect's lapdog - you such riffraff dare to bark in front of me? Hold your tongue!"

Before his words even fell, Sun Wukong reached into his ear and pulled out the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod from within his dantian through his meridians to his right ear. He yanked it out and with a flick, it turned as thick as a bowl and hundreds of feet long, sweeping horizontally and heavily striking the Golden Dragon's right face.

The massive dragon's roar was abruptly cut off as its huge body was flung out, curving through the air.

Several large dragon teeth flew from the Golden Dragon's mouth and landed on the ground, conspicuously visible. The right side of the Golden Dragon's face was severely swollen, half-covering its eye, lying weakly in the deep crater it had crashed into, unable to roar any longer.

"Qiankun Bag, capture!"

Sun Wukong originally thought to leave it at that, but then he reconsidered; this Golden Dragon was one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons of the Western Heavenly Buddhist Sect. Having beaten it to such a state, why not capture it and add some trouble to the Buddhist Sect? Wouldn't that be something to delight himself?

Summoning a replica of the Qiankun Bag, Sun Wukong willed it, and a massive suction emerged from it, enveloping the Golden Dragon and drawing it inside.

Having captured the Golden Dragon, Sun Wukong looked up at the base of a mountain that had been reduced to rubble, where the world's barrier was the weakest. It was also the passage leading to the Tenth Layer of Heaven. With a single strike, he shattered the spatial barriers, revealing a crack in space, and Sun Wukong swiftly dove into it.

Within the Tenth Layer of Heaven's Worlds, Nezha was battling one demon shadow after another.

These were the demonic shadows created by Buddhist disciples during their covert cultivation within the Twenty-Four Heavens; over the years, through constant absorption and integration, only the most formidable demons remained, each of them possessing cultivation levels above the Da Luo Golden Immortal Realm.

The moment one was killed, another would rush out from nowhere and continue to attack Nezha.

These freedom-loving demons were much more formidable than ordinary Da Luo Golden Immortals, not to mention extremely fearless and perpetually casting various illusions to bewilder the minds of those they battled, plunging their adversaries into frenetic illusions.

Nezha was now trapped in such an illusion!

The Spirit Pearl was indeed pure and flaw-free, but Nezha had endured oppression from Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing for many years, harboring deep resentment. Although he had broken Li Jing's Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda previously, venting some anger, Li Jing was still at ease and Nezha's resentment hadn't been fully released.

Seduced by the illusions of the freedom-loving demons, he unknowingly fell deeper, relentlessly fighting one after another, and later, he was merely slashing at the empty void, wasting his strength.

When Sun Wukong found Nezha, Nezha was madly swinging his Fire-tipped Spear at the air. His violent spear force covered a hundred feet radius tightly, while the freedom-loving demons loitered just outside this distance, watching the seemingly delirious Nezha laugh triumphantly.

"Evil demons and heretics!"

Sun Wukong's eyes shimmered with a golden light, his face etched with sternness. He possessed the Void-Breaking Divine Eye, capable of dispelling all illusions in the world. The illusions cast by the freedom-loving demons had no effect on him.

With a couple of swings of his Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, he shattered the illusion-casting demons approaching him and rushed towards Nezha, who was deeply mired in the illusion.

"Old fiend, I'll kill you!"

As Sun Wukong approached Nezha, Nezha suddenly turned, his eyes blood-red, filled with madness and murderous intent. With a fierce roar, he swung his Fire-tipped Spear, launching the Golden Fire Annihilation Divine Spear at him.

The sky filled with spear shadows assaulting Sun Wukong, the force was ferocious, with not the slightest holding back. Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a peculiar light; he sensed a very similar and familiar feeling from it, wasn't this exactly like his Heaven-Breaking Stick Technique?

Although Nezha added his own understanding and some variations to it, fundamentally it was based on Sun Wukong's Heaven-Breaking Stick Technique. Sun Wukong could immediately discern the reality of the move. Surprised, yet without slowing his movements, he swung his Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod against the spear shadows, intercepting them all.

"Nezha, wake up! It's me, your old Sun!"

With a voice that burst like spring thunder, Sun Wukong shouted, attempting to awaken Nezha from the illusion, but it had no effect. The illusions of the freedom-loving demons targeted the most vulnerable parts of the heart, not something that could be shaken off with a few words. Nezha's eyes remained red, crazily attacking Sun Wukong.

After one Golden Fire Annihilation Divine Spear, another spear followed, heedless of the tremendous backlash it dealt to his body, as faint golden blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.

"Damn it!"

Sun Wukong cursed under his breath, knowing he must first free Nezha from the illusion; otherwise, not to mention escaping from this Twenty-Four Heavens' worlds, if Nezha continued using the Golden Fire Annihilation Divine Spear, he would eventually exhaust himself to death!