Sun Wukong was filled with emotion, feeling that all things under the sage were like ants.
Even a renowned master like Zhen Yuanzi was merely a pawn in the hands of a sage, easily discarded.
However, despite his feelings of regret, he had no intention of giving up.
After cultivating for thirty million years, he had already severed one of his physical bodies and possessed the appearance of a Primordial Chaos cultivator.
If he can survive this ordeal safely, he might be able to attempt to break through to the Primordial Chaos Realm in the future.
Moreover, even if the situation of Buddhism is indeed very unfavorable in this calamity, and it will inevitably be besieged by the four religions in the future, no matter how tragic it is, even if the religion is destroyed like in the last Investiture of the Gods war, it does not mean that all Buddhist disciples will perish in the calamity.
Even though the Jie Sect suffered such a terrible fate in the past, didn't the Holy Mother of Wudang and others still survive?
With the protection of two revered leaders, Buddhism shouldn't have fallen to a worse state than the Jie Sect...
Sun Wukong put away the halo behind his head, bid farewell to Amitabha Buddha, somersaulted out of Mount Ling, and flew through the clouds like lightning, heading straight for the east.
Before long, he could see the view of Longevity Hill in the distance.
Longevity Mountain was originally one of the most beautiful and blessed lands in the primordial world, ranking among the top in terms of scenery and spiritual energy.
Unfortunately, in the past, Emperor Jun led a group of demons to besiege Wuzhuang Temple, causing great damage to this blessed land.
Even though Zhen Yuanzi later used his great magical power to repair it, he was still unable to restore it to its original state.
Now, Wanshou Mountain is once again plagued by demons, and this sacred mountain and blessed land will suffer another devastation...
Sun Wukong stood in the sky, gazing into the distance. He saw that within Longevity Mountain, demonic clouds rolled and outside, a malevolent aura soared into the sky, obscuring the sun and dimming its luster.
This mountain, which should have been filled with the aura of immortals, now seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of darkness.
Amidst the surging demonic energy and eerie mist, the outline of a Taoist temple could be vaguely seen.
A thin layer of yellow clouds surrounded the Taoist temple, but this yellow cloud was not stable.
Countless bolts of lightning were exploding around it, causing the yellow cloud to tremble incessantly, and its color was rapidly fading, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
Sun Wukong rode his somersault cloud a little closer and saw that Wuzhuang Temple had not yet been breached, which secretly relieved him.
At the same time, he also saw the Kunpeng Ancestor and the others standing above Wuzhuang Temple.
Seeing the three demon saints continuously unleashing their supernatural powers and magical treasures to bombard the yellow clouds above Wuzhuang Temple, causing the entire Wanshou Mountain to shake and the earth to crack open with countless ravines.
Countless plants, trees, and rocks were reduced to dust, and the vast, blessed land of immortals was on the verge of utterly vanishing into nothingness...
"Since these three old demons are here, it might be troublesome to rescue them."
This "Sun Wukong" is actually the Six-Eared Macaque, and like the real Sun Wukong, he is one of the Four Mischievous Monkeys.
In the past, although they claimed to be demons, they never considered themselves part of the demon race deep down.
After all, neither Sun Wukong nor Liu Er, who later replaced him in the pilgrimage, showed any mercy to the monsters they encountered along the way in order to achieve the so-called Buddhist enlightenment and merit.
This reveals their true inner stance...
Upon seeing the three demon saints, Sun Wukong's first thought wasn't to communicate with them, but rather to figure out how to deal with them.
The next moment.
He offered up his benevolent self, a Taoist priest with a compassionate face and a whisk in hand.
He hid the benevolent corpse in the void to the side, while he drew his golden cudgel, leaped up, somersaulted behind the Kunpeng Ancestor, and slammed it down hard.
With his immense cultivation, the Kunpeng Ancestor was naturally not someone who could be so easily ambushed.
Just as Sun Wukong got close and raised his golden cudgel, Kunpeng Ancestor reacted and dodged to the side.
When he turned around and found that it was Sun Wukong who had ambushed him, he was furious and said, "You monkey, how dare you ambush your ancestor!"
Fei Lian and Lu Wu, who were standing nearby, also realized what was happening and immediately surrounded Sun Wukong.
"Why waste words with this damned monkey, Ancestor? Let's capture him and deal with him later!"
Feilian roared and spat out a chilling, icy wind that blew towards Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong slapped the back of his head, and halos of auspicious light appeared.
Before the evil wind could even get close to him, it was immediately dissipated like smoke when illuminated by the auspicious light.
"You dare to ambush me, Old Sun!"
Sun Wukong roared angrily, leaped a hundred feet high, raised his golden cudgel and slammed it down from mid-air, aiming straight for Feilian's crown.
Fei Lian dodged the attack with a swift movement, and suddenly a staff-like magical weapon appeared in his hand, which he then struck at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong quickly raised his golden cudgel to block it...
The two immediately began to fight, tumbling and rolling around in the air.
Seeing this, Lu Wu shouted, "Fellow Daoist! I'm here to help you!"
As he spoke, a gleaming sword appeared in his hand, and he joined the battle, teaming up with Fei Lian to fight against Sun Wukong.
"Hmph! Even if you join forces, what do I, Old Sun, have to fear!"
Sun Wukong simply brandished his golden cudgel, and amidst the glittering golden light, he encircled the two of them with a series of shadowy cudgels.
Although these two are demon saints who have been around for many years, their actual cultivation level is just so-so. Even if countless eons have passed, they are still only at the Great Luo level.
However, Sun Wukong, having gained merit from the Buddhist pilgrimage, made rapid progress in his cultivation, surpassing others and eliminating a virtuous corpse, thus achieving the realm of a great supernatural being.
The two demon saints may have cultivated more supernatural powers and demonic arts than Sun Wukong, but their abilities were of little use to him.
Often, before any supernatural powers or spells could even get close to Sun Wukong, they were neutralized by the auspicious light flowing behind his head.
Even Sun Wukong himself never imagined that the tribulation-crossing supernatural power Amitabha Buddha passed on to him would be so profound.
This also helped him out of his predicament of not having a protective magic item.
After only a hundred or so rounds of fighting, Fei Lian and Lu Wu were completely outmatched and found themselves in grave danger under the bombardment of the golden cudgel.
The two demon saints had no choice but to ask the Kunpeng Ancestor for help.
"Ancestor! Help!"
Upon hearing this, the Kunpeng Ancestor had no choice but to stop his attack on the Wuzhuang Temple's grand formation.
"Useless thing..."
He cursed under his breath, a sword flashed in his hand, and he leaped into the sky to join Lu Wu and Fei Lian in fighting Sun Wukong...
Sun Wukong, wielding his golden cudgel, fought the three men in the sky.
His benevolent self, meanwhile, made hand seals and chanted incantations, concealing its form and arriving outside the great formation. It then quietly transmitted its voice to the Bright Moon Child within the formation.
Upon learning that Sun Wukong had come to their aid, Mingyue Tongzi jumped up excitedly and secretly opened an opening in the great formation to welcome Sun Wukong inside...
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