The sky was dominated by Immortal Zhenyuan wielding a horsetail whisk, trailing a long comet-like tail, as he battled with the monk.

Vast fluctuations of immortal power burst forth, spanning the heavens and illuminating the entire earth.

All beings looked up at the sky in terror as burning clouds dyed red obscured the sun.

"This guy..."

Sun Wukong's head ached, no wonder Immortal Zhenyuan's immortal power was recovering so slowly.

This fellow had actually begun cultivating body techniques!

Abandoning the use of Immortal Laws, why study fighting?

He looked up to the sky, Immortal Zhenyuan's combat power was shocking, Immortal Texts emerged on his body, branding every inch of his skin.

Immortal Zhenyuan swung the horsetail whisk, transforming it into comets that bombarded the monk, and the sky thundered violently as if it was about to shatter.

"Hahaha!"

Immortal Zhenyuan laughed heartily in the sky.

"This is not the Immortal I know!"

Sun Wukong thought to himself, observing Immortal Zhenyuan with his Eyes of Golden Flame.

The fiery skybattle was fierce, causing the ground and forests to tremble in resonance.

"Boom!"

A fierce strike sent both figures flying.

Watching this, Sun Wukong suddenly furrowed his brow.

"Something's wrong."

He felt uneasy.

When that monk had first appeared, his hair stood on end, sensing immense danger.

Yet now, the battle between the monk and Immortal Zhenyuan was evenly matched.

Such power shouldn't make Sun Wukong sense danger.

Sun Wukong scrutinized the monk.

His divine splendor was radiant, intertwining with Immortal Zhenyuan like two bolts of lightning, sending sparks everywhere with the vast surge of immortal power pulsating, making the sky tremble and wail.

They were fighting with all their might!

Having battled countless times, Sun Wukong could tell that the monk was not holding back.

Yet— with just this level, where did his own sense of crisis stem from?

Sun Wukong slightly furrowed his brow.

"Heavenly Dog."

He called out,his voice traversing the space, reaching the city: "Help me check if that monk has any companions."

The Heavenly Dog in the city nodded: "At your command."

Joining with two others from Nan Ming, they searched high and low.

Yet, even after digging three feet into the ground, they found nothing.

"Your Majesty."

Heavenly Dog reported: "He is here by himself, and we found no Magical Treasures or traps."

"You've worked hard."

Sun Wukong nodded, his Eyes of Golden Flame seeing no threats.

"Was I mistaken?"

Sun Wukong wondered.

But ever since he achieved enlightenment, he had never been wrong.

The last time he felt this way, he had discovered Zhulong in the Three Realms.

"Zhulong?"

Sun Wukong realized, a sharp gleam rising in his eyes, two golden beams shot through the sky.

"What!"

Immortal Zhenyuan and the monk, sensing danger, quickly dodged, letting the golden beams pass between them.

"Eyes of Golden Flame."

Immortal Zhenyuan followed the direction of the beams, noticing it illuminated the Nine Heavens and pierced into the Chaos.

The boundary of Wei Su San and the Chaos vibrated intensely.

A massive Magic Artifact appeared in the Chaos, looming large and shadowy like a sun-blocking ring, vastly encompassing the entire Wei Su San.

"What is this thing!"

Immortal Zhenyuan, seeing that artifact, couldn't help but gasp.

The artifact was made of several layers of light rings, surrounded by four Golden Dragons with endless Buddha Light emerging on it, transforming into various celestial transformations.

"Heavenly Machine!"

Immortal Zhenyuan quickly realized what was happening.

This was a Heavenly Machine, a tool for recording time. As those rings of light slowly turned on the scale, various astronomical phenomena would appear before people's eyes.

"My worthy brother."

Immortal Zhenyuan shouted to Sun Wukong, "That Heavenly Machine is creating illusions for us!"

"It's even worse."

Sun Wukong's face darkened slightly: "We have been trapped inside it."

The Heavenly Machine had already enveloped all of Chiaki in itself, transforming various celestial phenomena and altering their perception of Chaos.

But to what end?

"We must break it!"

Sun Wukong raised his hand, and a burst of light shone forth, dazzling brightly.

"Not enough!"

Sun Wukong had a thought flash, and another light flew from his palm, stacking on the first light.

"Still need more!"

Sun Wukong released a third, a fourth, and up to a sixth beam of light.

The six beams of light revolved in mid-air, the earth itself shook, revealing fine cracks.

"Go!"

Sun Wukong yelled, and the six beams of light turned into lightning, rushing towards the sky.

He started with his strongest strike, an overwhelming force unmatched by none, blasting Immortal Zhenyuan and the monks flying backward.

The six beams of light charged towards the Heavenly Machine.

Then, suddenly, the Heavenly Machine disappeared. It was as if nothing had been there in the Chaos, and the six beams of light flew straight out.

"What kind of Spell is this!"

Sun Wukong, watching the Heavenly Machine reappear, couldn't help but be shocked.

"You bald donkey, you are not comparable to Elder Jin Chan."

In the sky, Immortal Zhenyuan, with a chill in his voice, said to the monk, "Though we have fought, he would never stoop to despicable and covert tactics."

"Do not misunderstand, the two of you."

The monk pressed his palms together and said, "That Heavenly Machine does not have the power to harm."

"Then what is its purpose?"

Immortal Zhenyuan asked.

The monk replied, "The Heavenly Machine is controlled by the Four Values, and it can provide conditions for me to transform and enlighten you two."

"Four Values?"

Immortal Zhenyuan and Sun Wukong both realized at the same time and looked towards the Chaos.

"Those four dragons are the Four Values!?"

The Four Values represent the spirits of Time, specifically the spirits of the year, month, day, and hour.

These four deities, together with the Heavenly Machine—

Immortal Zhenyuan asked, "Do you intend to change the time of this Star Palace?"

"Not exactly."

The monk shook his head and said, "I have already changed it."

Sun Wukong and Immortal Zhenyuan were both startled at the same time.

The monk's response informed them that they were trapped unknowingly.

"Worthy brother, you go handle those four bugs."

Immortal Zhenyuan said to Sun Wukong, "I will deal with this bald monk."

Sun Wukong nodded, then transformed into a beam of golden light and quickly rushed towards Chaos.

"It's useless."

The monk did not stop Sun Wukong, watching his retreating figure and said, "The Heavenly Machine is not in this world, it is useless for him to go."

Immortal Zhenyuan looked at him: "What are you trying to say exactly?"

"The Heavenly Machine has a power that prevents you from attacking."

The monk replied and was a bit surprised, saying, "You possess it, yet seem to not know how to use it."

This was also an unexpected joy, giving the monk more confidence in transforming the two.

Sun Wukong flew up into the Chaos, where endless divine light filled the air, only to find that both the Heavenly Machine and the four Golden Dragons had disappeared.

"Gone again."

His brows slightly furrowed, he could still sense the presence of the four dragons.

The aura of those four dragons was not strong; their presence, faint and sporadic, lingered around.

They had not disappeared, still nearby, but were invisible and intangible.

Just like before, they used a vanishing Spell, not within Sun Wukong's memory.

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