The Plain Sword, about three feet in length, quietly suspended in the air, its blade's presence flickering between solid and ethereal, devoid of light and color.

As soon as the Plain Sword appeared, twisted ripples spread across the sky.

Sun Wukong sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the sword.

"What sort of sword is this?"

Before Sun Wukong could react,

The Jade Emperor grabbed the hilt and made a sweeping motion through the air.

"Break!"

Accompanied by a soft shout, the entire microcosm violently trembled.

This stroke of the sword bore neither Sword Qi nor a flash of light, yet where the sword's edge passed, black flames sparked and then extinguished.

A single stroke.

That single stroke tore through space, creating an exit.

The Jade Emperor did not desire battle and immediately flew out through the exit.

Sun Wukong couldn't even begin to intercept him.

"Eh?"

However, upon emerging from the microcosm, the Jade Emperor found himself high above the Wanling Country.

"Your Majesty!"

The Immortals immediately gathered around: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

The Jade Emperor nodded, then turned around.

The sky was empty.

The Jade Emperor furrowed his brow slightly; the Plain Sword had swept through, but Sun Wukong was nowhere to be found.

"Your Majesty, where did you just go?"

The Immortals asked.

"Sleeve Universe."

The Jade Emperor answered.

Wanling Hall could not have completely vanished.

There was only one possibility—that Sun Wukong had shrunk it and hidden it somewhere.

Such a Sleeve Universe spell was not a challenging feat for Sun Wukong.

"Find the Wanling Hall!"

The Jade Emperor commanded.

Buddhas also dispatched Buddha Soldiers to start the search.

The battle in the sky continued, the intense clash of large formations erupting with chaotic Spiritual Energy, relentless shockwaves never ceasing, their might overwhelming.

Thousands upon thousands of Immortals and Buddhas descended to the ground, beginning their search for Wanling Hall.

Their method was straightforward—destruction.

For a time, Wanling City was radiant with treasure light, spells flying everywhere, thunderous explosions booming in succession, sparks flying in all directions.

In the midst of the burning flames of war, the setting sun gradually sank beyond the mountains.

The people of Wanling Country stood outside the city, watching as their beautiful, bustling city was devoured by flames.

Some wanted to rush over, but they were stopped by the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals guarding with light barriers.

Countless people cried, as if tears of blood flowed from their eyes.

Flames sporadically rose from within Wanling City; the flickering fires near and far sowed seeds of hatred in the hearts of millions of beings.

—This would bring about a great revolution.

However, at the moment, few were aware of this fact.

A blaze struck a cluster of leaves, and amidst the thunderous sounds of the heavens and earth, Wanling Hall reappeared in the sky.

"So it's there."

The Jade Emperor looked over.

The Wanling Tree had grown even larger; it covered the sky and was wrapped in golden light, showing no signs of damage.

Wanling Hall, Sun Wukong had withdrawn the Talismanic Diagrams and Records.

While the Jade Emperor sought him, he and the Grandmaster had already alleviated the backlash from the Heavenly Dao.

The Wanling Immortal Path was nearing completion.

"Master, how much longer?"

He inquired of the Grandmaster.

"One incense stick's time."

The Grandmaster replied: "The Wanling Immortal Path can now resist the backlash on its own, but we still need to be wary of outside attacks."

"I'll go out."

Sun Wukong stepped out of Wanling Hall.

Countless Immortals and Buddha Soldiers charged towards Wanling Hall, but with a swing of his Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong sent them flying back.

Sun Wukong turned into a golden light and soared into the clouds, the phoenix wings on his Purple Gold Crown fluttering vigorously.

From above, he looked down to see the once-thriving Wanling City, now gone, replaced by flames everywhere.

Amidst the billowing smoke and firelight, the city was full of ruins.

However, the people had been moved outside the city, seemingly without issue.

Sun Wukong looked up into the sky again; the Jade Emperor was high above, standing in the air.

The Jade Emperor stopped the Immortals from attacking Sun Wukong.

No matter how many Immortals there were, they were just a matter of numbers to Sun Wukong.

"You've finally come out!"

The Jade Emperor spoke coldly.

He raised the Plain Sword, and the sword split in two, then into four, spreading out.

The entire sky looked as though it was slashed arbitrarily by countless ancient divine weapons, and within each void slash, light flickered on and off.

In a blink of an eye, all the cuts in heaven and earth transformed into sword shapes, giving birth to countless three-foot-long Plain Swords!

And the tips of all those swords pointed directly at where Sun Wukong was.

Even before the swords moved, an overwhelming sense of oppression had already struck.

Amidst the pervasive intent to kill, there was no path to heaven above, nor door to the earth below!

This was the first time in his cultivation that Sun Wukong felt he could not see through it all.

Even when besieged by the myriad Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, he never felt any fear.

But facing the myriad sword shadows transformed by a Plain Sword, for the first time, he felt a chill on his back.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"Tribulation Sword."

The Jade Emperor replied.

The Heavenly Dao has its tribulations, and the Jade Emperor transformed the great tribulations he had experienced into the sword, hence its imposing might.

Sun Wukong laughed, the stronger the pressure, the more his fighting spirit surged.

He plucked a tuft of hair from behind his head, blew on them, and countless incarnations protected around the great tree.

"Go!"

The Jade Emperor looked down on the great tree, commanding mercilessly.

In an instant, the sword lights fell like rain.

All of Sun Wukong's avatars charged head-on towards the Jade Emperor's sword rain, like myriads of golden streams blocking the frontline.

The collision was swift and brutal.

Any avatar touched by the Tribulation Swords instantly reverted to hair strands, falling into dust.

This was Sun Wukong's most significant loss in battle.

"Enlarge!"

He stopped multiplying himself; instead, the Jingu Bang in his hand drastically increased in size, like a huge mountain peak blocking before the sword rain.

A thunderous noise emanated from the Jingu Bang.

"The Great Saint won't hold out for long."

Shangqing, watching this scene, said to Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, "The Jade Emperor has undergone one thousand seven hundred and fifty tribulations, each lasting one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. This Tribulation Sword contains all the tribulatory forces of the world."

Even Sun Wukong, as formidable as he was, could barely contend with the Jade Emperor's Tribulation Sword.

Lord Lao Zi frowned and looked over.

Sun Wukong blocked the sword rain with a swing, but more Tribulation Swords kept rushing forward.

Every Tribulation Sword that struck the Jingu Bang went 'hiss' and disappeared, then reappeared around the Jade Emperor.

At the same time, in all directions of the Wanling Hall, the figures of Tribulation Swords appeared.

It was like sudden cracks in the sky, and from those cracks, ripples spread through the air like those on a lake, surrounding Wanling Hall.

They were silent and invisible, but immensely dangerous.

"Great Saint."

Just as Lord Lao Zi was about to warn Sun Wukong, he saw Sun Wukong retract the Jingu Bang.

With his right hand, he transformed the Jingu Bang into thousands of replicas, spinning into a golden net around the great tree.

The myriad golden Jingu Bangs connected into a prolonged booming sound, blocking all the Tribulation Swords.

"How can this be."

Shangqing showed astonishment, "The Jingu Bang can actually replicate?"

Lord Lao Zi nearly rolled his eyes at him; wasn't that obvious?

The name of the staff was Ruyi Jingu Bang; of course, it could replicate!

However, the spinning golden net ultimately was not as resilient as the Tribulation Swords and soon reached its limit, beginning to slowly retreat.

The Jade Emperor stimulated his immortal power, sending more Tribulation Swords attacking in the direction of the great tree.

No sound, no weight, no color.

Sun Wukong darted through the rapidly tearing space.

Just at the moment when the Tribulation Swords were about to breach the golden net, the Jade Emperor heard a voice beside his ear.

"How long has it been since you last fought?"

He turned his head in shock, only to see Sun Wukong appear behind him, with the Jingu Bang in his right hand already swung back.

As soon as the words fell, the Jingu Bang brutally smashed onto the Jade Emperor, sending him flying backwards.

With a "boom," the Jade Emperor crashed to the ground, overshadowing all other sounds of slaughter.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

A sigh from Buddha resounded through the sky.

The endless Tribulation Swords disappeared.

The next moment, Sun Wukong looked up at the sky.

The drifting green light of the Wanling Tree suddenly came to life, like the circulation of blood in a body, spreading up and down.

The Wanling Immortal Path was about to be established!

"It seems that I have won."

Sun Wukong spoke to the ground.

"No, you have lost."

The Jade Emperor stood up from the ruins, wiping the blood from his mouth, and said, "You lost."

On the tree enveloped in green light, several leaves suddenly sparked with fire, flaring up into a fierce blaze.

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