Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong

In the City of Untimely Deaths, atop the vast Senluo Hall, the Yama Heavenly Son sat solemnly on his throne. On either side beneath him, including King Qin Guang and Yama King, the Ten Yama Kings knelt with their heads bowed low, not daring to breathe aloud.

As the rulers of the Netherworld, the Ten Yama Kings usually held positions of high authority, and even when meeting with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, they only paid their respects as juniors. But at this moment, they were as humble as servants, feeling deep reverence towards the Yama Heavenly Son seated on the throne, not daring to make a single move.

The Netherworld was under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. In front of the Jade Emperor, the Ten Yama Kings would assume their roles as subjects, but this only came to be after the Yama Heavenly Son had sealed himself in the depths of Hell's Yellow Springs.

Before his retreat, not even the Primeval Heavenly Court of the Ancient Demon Clan could extend their reach into this ghostly domain, let alone the present Human Heavenly Court!

With the absence of the Yama Heavenly Son, the Ten Yama Kings ruled the Netherworld. Now that the Yama Heavenly Son had returned, they all became his vassals, their lives and deaths hanging on his every thought. How could they not tremble with fear?

Especially King Qin Guang, who had used the Human Book to seal the barrier between the Netherworld and the World of the Living. Now, with the unheralded return of the Yama Heavenly Son, he dared not even contemplate what fate awaited him!

The Ten Yama Kings knelt in the Senluo Hall, uneasy as they awaited potential scolding and punishment from the Yama Heavenly Son. However, his attention was not on them. His gaze pierced the walls of Senluo Hall, stretching out to the distant depths of Hell's Yellow Springs and a wry, interesting smile curled on his lips:

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"Just as I expected, another being has been birthed from the Boundless Sea of Blood. Now, the Origin Power of the Boundless Sea of Blood has been further diluted. I fear it may not be inexhaustible anymore."

When he had previously repelled the Ancestor of the Nether River, the Yama Heavenly Son sensed the anomaly within the Boundless Sea of Blood. The Ancestor of the Nether River, busy with his escape and blinded by rage, failed to notice until Blood Dragon Ao Tian was already born, and his attempt to intervene was unsuccessful, providing the Yama Heavenly Son with a grand spectacle!

The directive echoed across the entire Sea of Blood by the Ancestor of the Nether River had not escaped the Yama Heavenly Son's ears. The amusement on his lips deepened, aware that the Ancestor was desperately scrambling after successive blows, betting everything to seal the entire Boundless Sea of Blood in one last push.

If successful, he would become another Heavenly Dao Saint who had Proven the Tao and Become a Saint. If he failed, his undying body would vanish, and he would never have another chance for breakthrough!

"This old fellow is quite ruthless towards himself!"

He muttered softly. A hint of sharpness flashed in the Yama Heavenly Son's eyes. He did not have the innate conditions like the Ancestor of the Nether River to make such a gamble, but that did not mean he had no chance of Proving the Tao and Becoming a Saint!

The third great calamity was approaching, and after the Three Realms were refined by Hong Jun Daoist Ancestor using Supreme Magical Power, the restrictions on Proving the Tao and Becoming a Saint had vanished. If he could seize the opportunity during the upcoming calamity, he, the Yama Heavenly Son, could also attain the position of a Saint!

But before that, it was time to straighten out his own territory!

The Yama Heavenly Son withdrew his gaze, looking towards the Ten Yama Kings, particularly at King Qin Guang. Feeling the chilling focus of the Yama Heavenly Son on him, King Qin Guang's heart sank deeply…

Heaven Realm, at the Polar Realm of Heaven.

"The Eight-Armed Asura Technique!"

Nezha and Sun Wukong had been exchanging blows for hundreds of rounds now, still with no clear victor, but there was not a trace of joy on Nezha's face. He knew very well that Sun Wukong was holding back!

The opponent had not used his real power yet, and he had already revealed all his cards. If this Eight-Armed Asura Technique did not work, then Nezha would truly concede defeat to Sun Wukong!

Both hands wielding the Fire-tipped Spear and the other six hands each holding the Golden Brick, Nine Dragon Flame Cover, Hun Tian Ling, Qiankun Ring, and Yin Yang Swords, Nezha shouted as he launched an attack toward Sun Wukong, "Wukong, see if you can fend off this move!"

"The Eight-Armed Asura Technique?"

A gleam passed through Sun Wukong's eyes. In his past battle with Nezha, the latter had used this Divine Skill, which indeed possessed extraordinary power, stronger by several degrees than the common Six-Armed Asura Technique. At that time, he had countered with the Six-Armed Asura Technique and confused Nezha with his Clone Technique to win cunningly.

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"No matter your myriad of attacks or changes, I will break them all with a single strike!"

"Heaven-Breaking Seventy-Two Sticks!"

Without resorting to the Eight-Armed Asura Technique, Sun Wukong grasped the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, and with a fierce roar, he struck, unleashing seventy-two shadows of the rod, fiercely striking at Nezha's Fire-tipped Spear and the six Magical Treasures.

The air thundered with the force of his strike, causing the heavens themselves to tremble under the might of this single stroke. The brilliance of the Golden Brick, Hun Tian Ling, Qiankun Ring, and Fire-tipped Spear was completely suppressed by the shadows of the rod.

Nezha's face drastically changed; Sun Wukong's move was terrifying, giving him the chilling realization that he was completely vulnerable, with no place to hide!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The intense booming sounds resonated as the glow from Nezha's Magical Treasures was obliterated by the rod's shadows, whining pitifully as they flew back into his hands, their luster dimmed, evidently damaged. At this moment, Nezha had no time to worry about the damage to his treasures, as half of the rod's shadows had already vanished, and the rest mercilessly came crashing down upon him.

A flash of shock passed through his eyes, and a stubborn unwillingness surged in Nezha's heart. Sun Wukong had only used one move and had not employed any divine skills, yet he held so many magical treasures. If he couldn't even catch this strike, what face would he have as the War God of the Heavenly Court? If Elder Brother Yang Jian knew about this, who knows how he would be mocked!

"I must catch it! I must!"

Clamping his teeth tightly, Nezha channeled all his Immortal Primordial Force into the Fire-tipped Spear in his hand. His other six arms formed Dharma Seals and pressed on the spear as well. Suddenly, the spear glowed red and began to buzz vibrantly, quickly stabbing towards the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod's shadow.

This was the ultimate move he had struggled to create over the years, originally intended to counter the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, and it was not yet perfected. But now, he could not care less!

"Hum~!"

When the spear and rod shadows collided, instead of producing a fierce clash like before, they stirred up a power fluctuation that spread out in all directions. This visible power fluctuation reached into the Yuan Gate, and thousands of Heavenly Soldiers at the forefront were affected, their figures suddenly staggered.

Immediately, their eyes dimmed, and the next moment, along with the command flag at the Yuan Gate, they all turned into flying ashes.

"Hiss~!"

The crowd that wasn't affected simultaneously gasped in cool air and hastily retreated a good distance, staring at the area affected by the power fluctuation where everything was reduced to ashes. Their faces twitched violently, and even their legs trembled, nearly unable to stand.

What kind of battle was this? Merely the aftermath could obliterate everything. How terrifying must the power unleashed by the combatants themselves be!

"In the end, who won?"

The final clash between Sun Wukong and Nezha had scattered the clouds in all directions. The intense light at the center of the collision didn't subside for a long time, and everyone, including Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing, couldn't tell who had won or lost.

They all widened their eyes, enduring the strong light and looking towards the center of the battlefield while also discussing among themselves.

"It must be the Third Prince who won! The Third Prince is our Heavenly Court's War God. How could that Demon Monkey Sun Wukong compare to him?"

"That's right, it must be the Third Prince who has won! With such a fierce and mighty attack from his three heads and eight arms, how could that mere scattered demon from the Demon Clan be a match for the Third Prince?"

"Yes, yes, it definitely must be the Third Prince who won!"

Everyone believed that Nezha the Third Prince had won. They had never seen such a battle in their lives. Sun Wukong had kept all his cultivation within himself, and even during the fight, he hadn't displayed much of it. Among those present, only Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing recognized Sun Wukong's level as a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Everyone else just thought Sun Wukong was naturally talented, nothing more!

The bright light began to dissipate, finally revealing the scene within, but it was completely beyond everyone's expectations!

Sun Wukong and Nezha the Third Prince stood in the air opposite each other, seemingly evenly matched, with no clear indication of who had lost or won!

"What, what is this situation? A draw?"

"Looks like it, doesn't it?"

"Since it's a draw, why don't they continue fighting? The Marshal had ordered the Third Prince to capture the Demon Monkey!"

The murmurs rose again, but then Nezha, who had been calm, suddenly smiled at Sun Wukong, nodded, and suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood mist. His body slumped down softly!

"Third Prince!"

The crowd of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals was shocked. The great battle between Nezha the Third Prince and the Demon Monkey Sun Wukong had ended with Nezha's defeat! How could this be?

Someone in the crowd wanted to rush over, but remembering Sun Wukong's previous formidable presence, they halted their advance. More than twenty thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, none dared to step forward. They watched as Nezha's figure fell towards the clouds below. A chill shot up from the base of their spines to the crown of their heads.

Could it be that even Nezha the Third Prince would end up like the Giant Spirit God, dead from a fall?

Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing watched Nezha fall towards the clouds below with a complex look in his eyes. His lips moved but in the end, he didn't speak. Moments later, a heavy impact sound came from below the clouds. A huge crater appeared on the ground, and Nezha's form was embedded in the crater, with his life and death unknown!

"Hey, that's really a ruthless father! Nezha the Third Prince having you as his father, truly he is cursed with bad luck for eight lifetimes! Don't you think so, Pagoda King Li?"