The next moment, Bull Demon King burst into the thatched cottage, and other Demon Saints surrounded Qing Yuanzi.

Qing Yuanzi despaired.

Just then, a beam of light suddenly entered his body.

"Wait—"

Qing Yuanzi immediately exclaimed, "I remembered!"

He remembered the memories of the small world.

"It's better that you remember."

Bull Demon King's face turned furious, "Qing Yuanzi, do you admit your guilt?"

"What guilt?"

Qing Yuanzi was bewildered, when had he offended Bull Demon King?

"You're spreading rumors out there, saying my son is noodles that came to life, now the Jade-Faced Princess won't even talk to me!"

Bull Demon King said angrily.

"Jade-Faced Princess?"

Qing Yuanzi was shocked for a moment: "Isn't she ignoring you because you started training your child from a young age to pull noodles, and it broke her heart?"

"…Nonsense!"

Bull Demon King grabbed Qing Yuanzi: "His talent for noodles is innate, it has nothing to do with me!"

"But that's the truth!"

Qing Yuanzi struggled in his grip: "Bull Demon King, private punishment isn't allowed in Wanling Country!"

"Private punishment?"

Bull Demon King sneered coldly: "Bring the poisoned wine."

The Jiao Demon King pulled out a pot of poisoned wine from within his clothes and handed it to Bull Demon King.

"This wine was obtained by the Immortal Officials from Lord Lao Zi."

Bull Demon King said, "Water Virtues Star Monarch told Lord about some things you said, and he immediately refined this poisoned wine."

"You, you…"

Qing Yuanzi fearfully looked at the poisoned wine: "What is this wine!"

"This wine won't kill you, but will make you unable to speak for fifty years."

Bull Demon King said, "Even if Great King finds out about this, he'll turn a blind eye."

"Fif, fifty years..."

Qing Yuanzi was terrified, for someone as talented as him not being able to speak for fifty years, he felt he would suffocate!

"You are too malicious..."

"Force it down him!"

At Bull Demon King's command, several Demon Saints immediately forced Qing Yuanzi's mouth open and poured the poisoned wine into it.

Qing Yuanzi cried woefully, and soon could no longer make a sound.

"The world is quiet now."

The Demon Saints felt immediately refreshed.

"We shall take him back."

Bull Demon King carried Qing Yuanzi out of the thatched cottage.

Just as they were about to leave, they were suddenly attracted by a spectacle in the sky.

The unable-to-speak Qing Yuanzi looked up, it was a stream of light passing by.

"Great Saint's tears."

Bull Demon King suddenly said, "Another of our kin is returning."

In the Underworld, light was also emanating from the Wanling diagram.

It was Sun Wukong's second teardrop.

The immortals watching this scene appeared extremely sober.

"He's about to come out."

Diting spoke.

The immortals soon noticed, that the array maintaining the Blood Tear Pond was beginning to crack.

After shedding the second teardrop, Sun Wukong no longer wanted to stay.

"Just one year."

Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva sighed.

They had delayed for the maximum time, but it was still shorter than everyone anticipated.

"Bodhisattva."

The immortals looked to Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva, awaiting his command.

"We can't stop Sun Wukong."

Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva pondered for a moment and said, "Buddha has opened a Grotto Heaven in Lingshan and built another Underworld. I will invite the Nine Kings Yan there."

"Bodhisattva, the Books of Life and Death have not been retrieved yet."

The immortals added.

During this year, Underworld was not peaceful; King Yan's Books of Life and Death were taken by Earth Mother Goddess, almost half of them.

"The Books of Life and Death are with Goddess, we can't snatch them back."

Womb of the Earth had a hard face.

Speaking of Earth Mother, the immortals didn't know how to deal with her.

They imprisoned Sun Wukong, thinking they could easily take down Ghost Gate, believing that the Jingu Bang, no matter how powerful, couldn't hold out for so long.

But they never expected that at the critical moment, the awakened Earth Mother snatched the Books of Life and Death and stood on Sun Wukong's side.

She actually awakened her memory in the last teardrop.

"Once Sun Wukong comes out, we will no longer be able to escape."

Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva said, "For now, we can only take part of the Books of Life and Death."

The immortals had no choice but to inform the other King Yans, taking a few Books of Life and Death and following Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva to the West.

Days passed, and suddenly the array around the Blood Tear Pond shattered like glass.

Sun Wukong stepped out with flames under his feet, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.

Here, other than avoiding his solitary ghosts from afar, nothing else remained.

"Have they all run away?"

Sun Wukong was somewhat surprised, but it also made sense.

He had guessed this might be the outcome before stepping into the Blood Tear Pond.

"It's a pity, only two drops."

Sun Wukong looked down at the Jade Bottle.

He had pushed the effects of the Jade Bottle and the Blood Tear Pond to their limits, and he couldn't cry anymore.

What should I do with this Jade Bottle?

While Sun Wukong was pondering, the Jade Bottle suddenly took flight and sped towards the west.

Sun Wukong watched it leave, thought for a moment, but still did not stop it.

This was a Magical Treasure of the Buddha, usable only once per person, so keeping it would be futile.

Sun Wukong returned to the Ghost Gate.

Due to the Immortal's imprisonment, he no longer planned to fulfill that exchange condition and could now take over the Underworld.

Once the Barrier of the Ghost Gate opened, an old Taoist joyously greeted Sun Wukong with the Ghost Messengers.

"Great King."

He was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

Sun Wukong smiled at him, then turned to King Qinguang.

King Qinguang bowed to Sun Wukong.

"Great Saint, the Buddha has established the Underworld in the West..."

"I know."

Sun Wukong nodded: "The Buddha likely anticipated this."

The Buddha, with his vast Divine Skills, of course knew that time imprisonment wouldn't bind Sun Wukong.

It was somewhat unreasonable for him to collaborate with those Immortals to stall time.

Sun Wukong believed that the Buddha had already calculated the outcome and thus went with the flow, establishing a Western Underworld.

"He is still that troublesome."

Sun Wukong said.

Even without the memories of the minor worlds, the Buddha was still unfathomable.

King Qinguang was inwardly shocked; could it be that all the events this past year were foreseen by Sun Wukong and the Buddha?

However, fortunately—Sun Wukong seemed to be one step ahead.

Another radiance flew out of the Ghost Gate.

Sun Wukong looked over; it was a little girl yawning and clutching a pillow.

"Sun Wukong, you're awake."

She said so.

Her voice was clear and pure, not at all like the Earth Mother Goddess.

Sun Wukong wasn't sure how to respond.

He hadn't been sleeping.

"Your Majesty."

King Qinguang addressed Houtu: "Can we have the Book of Life and Death returned to us now?"

The Book of Life and Death of the Underworld was currently in the hands of Earth Mother Houtu.

If it weren't for her help, the Buddha might very well take away the Book of Life and Death and replace the current Underworld with a new one.

But Houtu ignored King Qinguang and looked at Sun Wukong: "Was me waking up also part of your plan?"

After contemplating for a moment, Sun Wukong finally nodded.

With several experiences, he could now control a portion of the departed Hidden Souls.

Although he couldn't control every one, at least—he forced the unwilling Houtu out.

Houtu was somewhat displeased.

"I dislike too smart people."

This she said.

Sun Wukong intentionally let her awaken, clearly foreseeing the Buddha's plan.

Three forces had tested each other in the Underworld; the Immortals had lost miserably, while Sun Wukong and the Buddha both gained.

"Your Majesty, join forces with me, and you will still be the master of the Underworld."

Sun Wukong extended the invitation to Houtu: "From now on, you can sleep whenever you wish; leave the management of the Underworld to them, and all will be well!"

"I don't dislike you now."

Houtu changed her attitude immediately.

She didn't care about the ownership of the Underworld, but the war could disrupt her sleep.

Sun Wukong was willing to provide her a peaceful environment, and coupled with his reputation in the minor world, Houtu believed he wouldn't deceive her.

"I can agree to your proposal."

Houtu spoke again: "But, I have one condition."

Sun Wukong nodded: "Please speak, Your Majesty."

"The Four Great Continents nurtured Wanling, but ultimately it's the Human Clan who occupies most of the land."

Houtu said: "If you wish to firmly hold the position of Heavenly Emperor, you must show yourself as a human and appease the Human Clan."

Sun Wukong frowned.

"Great King, Her Majesty speaks wisely."

The old Taoist immediately said: "Great King, with your ability to transform into myriad forms, what difficulty is there in taking a human form? Recall that Guanyin Bodhisattva has thirty-three incarnations, each with a different appearance; all are manifestations of Guanyin."

He bowed and said: "Great King, showing yourself as a human to humans, and as a demon to demons, causes no conflict."

Sun Wukong thought this made sense.

Liu Che of the minor world had once made a similar request.

Showing oneself as a human was not really disadvantageous, and even more, it could help unify the Three Realms.

"I agree."

Sun Wukong said.

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