Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Hearing the word "Wufan", Zhu Ganglie's tears started falling: "Master, can you be clear when you call me? My name is Wufan, in the fourth tone, not lunch..."

Tang Sanzang waved his hand: "Don't mind those useless little details..."

Zhu Ganglie roared in his heart: "Are these useless little details? They are a matter of life and death for me!"

Sun Wukong interjected: "This mountain really is quite unusual."

With that said, everyone looked over.

They saw a mountain ahead, towering and majestic.

It connected to the Kunlun vein, its peak touching the blue sky.

In the mountain, there were white cranes commuting and black apes swinging on vines; secluded birds flew about the bamboo forest, and golden pheasants sang amidst the flowers.

When the sun shone, thousands of red mists would rise and curl around the mountain;

When the wind blew through the gorges, myriad colorful clouds danced.

When the sun hid behind the clouds, the lofty peaks emitted a faint luminescence, and the rocks on them exuded an auspicious aura.

The Little White Dragon was a homebody, and Sun Wukong, who hadn't moved much in years since being pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, was not well-cultured;

Zhu Ganglie and Sha Wujing, born as deities but fed with royal food, were worldly and knowledgeable. Seeing the scene, they couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap, that's awesome!"

After Sha Wujing finished speaking, he started rummaging through his bag, pulling out all sorts of condiments.

Zhu Ganglie asked curiously: "Brother Sha, what are you doing?"

Sha Wujing replied, "This mountain has an extraordinary atmosphere, swirling with immortal energy. Even if it's not the Thunder Monastery, it most definitely is a residence of an immortal. There won't be any demons here. I'll get the pot ready and prepare all the seasonings for the full pig feast, so nothing gets messed up later."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie's face darkened, and he cursed in his mind: "What kind of master and brothers are these! None think about how to retrieve scriptures from the West, only thinking about my flesh! Not a single good fellow..."

Sun Wukong changed the subject: "Master, Brother Sha is right, someone righteous must live on this mountain. Though there are no demons, the scenic beauty here is perfect for clearing the mind..."

Tang Sanzang nodded: "The environment nourishes the people, such scenery must be inhabited by an immortal. Let's go and check it out!"

Everyone:"@#$..."

At the base of the mountain, there was a large stone monument with a few big characters — Longevity Mountain!

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Meanwhile, at the Flowing Sands River, Tang Sanzang rode his exhausted horse, staring blankly at the wide river spanning eight hundred miles.

One of the eighteen Arhats emerged from the river water, and before he could speak, Tang Sanzang waved his hand, looking worn out and resigned, saying, "No need to say it; the person inside was taken away again, right?"

The other nodded...

Tang Sanzang looked up at the sky and lamented, "Can't you leave me even one?!"

An Arhat checked the time with his fingers and suddenly laughed.

Tang Sanzang asked puzzledly, "I'm so unlucky, how can you still laugh?"

The other smiled and said, "I'm not laughing at you, but at that fool who impersonated you."

Everyone looked puzzled.

The other explained: "I just calculated the time; based on their previous travel schedule and time, they didn't fly through the sky or burrow into the ground but walked like mortals towards their destination. By my calculations, they should have reached the territory of Longevity Mountain by now."

Hearing this, the eyes of the other Jialan lit up!

Only Tang Sanzang had a bewildered look on his face.

The other party continued, "That Mount Wanshou is no ordinary place..."

Tang Sanzang immediately asked, "Earlier, you also said that the Yellow Wind Ridge was no ordinary place, yet wasn't it also swept clean?"

The other party's face reddened, and with a cough, he said, "Mount Wanshou is not even comparable to Yellow Wind Ridge. The Yellow Wind King is merely a spirit-infused mouse from Mount Ling, whereas sitting within the Wuzhuang Temple at Mount Wanshou is the Ancestor of the Earth Immortals!"

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang also realized the other party's extraordinariness and exclaimed in surprise, "The Ancestor of the Earth Immortals? The elder ancestor of all the immortals in the Earth Immortals Realm? Isn't that title a bit too grand?"

The Jialan nodded and said, "Indeed it's grand...

Immortals are divided into Heavenly Immortals and Earth Immortals; Heavenly Immortals are either official immortals or those living in the Heaven Realm,

whereas Earth Immortals are a group of carefree immortals unwilling to reside in the Heaven Realm. Their strength is not necessarily weaker than that of Heavenly Immortals, but they are innately lax, and no one acknowledges the authority of the others.

To have these individuals unanimously acknowledge someone as an ancestor, both strength and seniority must indeed be compelling.

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However, this Ancestor of the Earth Immortals at the Wuzhuang Temple truly has such capabilities.

His Taoist title is Zhen Yuanzi, colloquially known among the people as Lord of the Same Realm, and his specific origins are unknown. He himself claims to have attained Dao at the time when Chaos first divided and Heaven and Earth were formed, overseeing forty-eight lands, forty-six of which have achieved immortality.

He's even frequently invited by the Miluo Palace in the high heavens to discuss the fruits of the Primordial Dao...

This indeed is a true Primordial Realm expert who surpasses the Daluo Golden Immortal.

In front of him, someone like the Yellow Wind King could be crushed to death a few times over with just one finger!"

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang's eyes lit up and he said, "Then could he possibly suppress that fake Tang Sanzang?"

The other party laughed heartily and said, "If a Primordial Realm expert is willing to take action, let alone one fake Tang Sanzang, even ten could be suppressed single-handedly!"

Tang Sanzang was immediately overjoyed, "That would be wonderful, wonderful indeed!"

The other party said, "Golden Cicada, you proceed slowly; let us go ahead first. Upon meeting Zhen Yuanzi, we'll explain the reasons... He has old ties with our Buddhism, and originally, he was also one of those tasked with testing you. He is straightforward and just. Asking him to eliminate a demon should not be difficult."

Tang Sanzang eagerly responded, "Great, great, great, just go ahead and I will follow slowly!"

The other party nodded, then six of the eighteen Jialan set out toward Wuzhuang Temple at Mount Wanshou, leaving ten to cooperate with the four Sergeants in protecting Tang Sanzang's safety.

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Elsewhere, Tang Sanzang and his disciples arrived at the mountain and turned around a bend, only to see a Taoist temple standing before them.

The Taoist temple was vast, with palaces and pavilions hidden among pine and cypress trees, the forest swaying in the wind, white cranes shuttling through the clouds, and a celestial aura rising...

At the gateway of the Taoist temple was a large stone stele reading, "Mount Wanshou, a land of blessing, the celestial cavern of Wuzhuang Temple."

On the main door hung a couplet stating, "A dwelling of immortals who live eternally without aging, a Taoist household that shares longevity with heavens."

Seeing this couplet, Sun Wukong laughed and said, "This Taoist dares to boast grandly. Even the doorway of Laojun during my uproar in the Heavenly Palace five-hundred years ago didn't have such audacious words."

Zhu Ganglie, hearing this, immediately came up and chimed in, "If you ask me, someone who disrespects heaven and earth like this mustn't be a true Taoist, probably just a demon in its cave dwelling. When we meet him, one swipe of my rake will reveal his true form, and then master can decide how he wants to eat him!"

Sun Wukong grabbed his pig's ear and said, "Will you shut up? You don't need to label everyone a demon just to avoid being stewed! Along the way, every rabbit you've seen you've called a demon; don't you have any shame at all?"

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