The array patterns on the surrounding walls slowly lit up, forming a large array. The earthen-yellow light flowed over the array, creating nine thick paths of light converging from all directions toward the big cauldron, meeting at the bottom of the cauldron. Boom~ A dense earthen-yellow flame rose from beneath the cauldron, enveloping the entire cauldron. Inside the cauldron, Tang Sanzang fell to the bottom, surrounded by darkness filled with deathly stillness, when suddenly the walls of the cauldron lit up, and mysterious runes appeared one after another on the inner walls of the cauldron. A shock went through Tang Sanzang’s heart, and he quickly looked around, feeling uneasy. Could it be that the poor monk will die here today? No! The poor monk must not die. He stretched out his hands and banged against the cauldron wall, shouting loudly, "Old man, old grandpa, old ancestor, the poor monk cannot die! The poor monk still has to obtain the scriptures, please spare me!" "Old man, my disciple knows the immortality technique and can teach it to you." "Old sir, I have money!" Tang Sanzang yelled desperately inside the big cauldron, the runes inside the cauldron grew brighter, and fine runes floated out, rushing into Tang Sanzang’s body. Tang Sanzang’s pounding grew weaker, and finally, he dropped his hands powerlessly, slipping into a dazed sleep. In his half-dream, half-awake state, he felt a surge of battle spirit, even a sensation of slaughter emanating from within. In his mind, a fantastical scene emerged - a young man in gray, rampaging through a world, slaying powerful enemies one by one, invincible, a series of vicious battles appeared in his mind, and the figure of the young man became clearer. After a great battle, mountains collapsed, rivers ceased to flow, and within ten thousand miles, there was no sign of life. Huge fierce beasts lay on the ground, even in death exuding a strong ferocity, their broken bodies scattered, collapsing the earth, forming pools of demon blood. Atop this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the young man stood proudly, his long hair dancing, like a demon. The young man slowly turned his head, his eyes carrying a malicious gleam, his appearance identical to Tang Sanzang. Outside, within the cauldron, the golden hoop atop Tang Sanzang’s head slowly glowed. "Ah~" Tang Sanzang screamed, suddenly waking up, clutching his head in pain, rolling around within the cauldron, shaking it with a series of bangs. The golden hoop quickly returned to normal. Tang Sanzang lay inside the cauldron, now drenched in cold sweat. Firstly, from the pain of the golden hoop, and secondly from being frightened by the scenes in his dream, lying in the cauldron, gasping for breath. His eyes still carried an incredulous look, lost in thought - could that be me? Isn’t it said that the poor monk is the reincarnation of Buddha’s senior disciple, Golden Cicada? But why do I see a merciless demon that does not blink an eye before killing? Who am I really? Buddha’s disciple or a vicious demon? A feeling of craving for battle and slaughter once again surged in his heart, Tang Sanzang suddenly became alert, his mind in turmoil. Now is not the time to overthink; those three disciples were unreliable, he had to save himself, he must save himself now. Ding ding ding~ A series of crisp sounds rang out. Tang Sanzang’s eyes lit up, and he quickly reached into his robes, pulling out the Three Realms Mall’s orb. The orb clicked and unfolded left and right, transforming into a black iron tablet. Below the tablet, a monkey’s head was flashing. Tang Sanzang quickly tapped the flashing monkey’s head, video connection established, Sun Wukong appeared on the other side of the video, with white clouds flowing behind him. Tang Sanzang’s eyes brimmed with tears as he cried out in misery, "Wukong! Come save me, quick! That old man is no good; he’s planning to stew your master." From above the clouds, Sun Wukong called out anxiously, "Your disciple knows full well he’s no good—a less talk, more action situation, tell me, where are you?" "All your master knows is that I’m underground, Wukong, come save me quickly!" Suddenly, a pig’s head pushed past the monkey’s head into view on the screen. Zhu Bajie cried out, "Master, don’t panic, you must stay calm." "He’s already getting ready to stew your master; how can you ask your master to stay calm? Bajie, come quick and rescue your master. Once I’m out, I’ll treat you to delicious food and fine wine." The monkey’s head pushed the pig’s head out of the way and yelled, "Little monk, if you don’t tell us where you are, how is your disciple supposed to save you?" Zhu Bajie squeezed Sun Wukong out again, shouting, "Master, it’s unlikely that we can find you in a short time, you need to save yourself." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽 The video snapped off abruptly. Tang Sanzang’s face was filled with sorrow as he murmured to himself, "This monk only cultivates Buddhist Law, not Divine Skills, how am I to save myself..." Looking at the Three Realms Mall in front of him, an idea suddenly struck him; there was a way out, as long as he was willing to spend money, he could indeed save himself. He immediately entered the Magic Treasure rental area. Tang Sanzang scrolled through the mall, muttering to himself, "Money is an external object to those who have left the secular world, it should be seen as dirt—Amitabha Buddha!" But it’s all so expensive! His heart was in spasms. "Compared to money, what’s needed now is a Protective Dharma Treasure to save my life." Tang Sanzang quickly scrolled through a variety of defensive Magic Treasures. Mixed Element Bell, Golden Bell Shield, complete and natural, impervious to swords and spears, rental price five hundred Merits per hour. Earth Evil Clothing, Earth Evil Condensing Clothes, ordinarily impenetrable, rental price, five hundred Merits per hour. Longevity Cloak, donning it shields from the five disasters and seven calamities, bringing plenty of fortune and longevity, rental price one hundred Merits per day. Five-Colored Cloud, formed from the essence of Heaven and Earth’s Five Elements, standing upon this cloud, you are untouched by many spells, rental price ten thousand Merits per day. Magic Treasures scrolled past Tang Sanzang, none of them suitable, his head beginning to spin slightly, a surge of ferocious emotions assaulted his reason relentlessly. Shaking his head, Tang Sanzang bit his lip until it bled, urgency blazing in his heart. He couldn’t delay any longer, and in a daze, he saw a familiar Magic Treasure; he couldn’t care less about the rest and immediately clicked to rent it. From the Three Realms Mall, a beam of light shot out, forming a small teleportation Array, within which a Kasaya bathed in Buddha Light slowly emerged, adorned with sparkling Treasure Bead Relics that cast a dazzling Divine Light within the Treasure Tripod. Time slowly passed, and in the cave, yellow Divine Light from all directions converged on the Treasure Tripod, forming nine pillars of light like nine Divine Dragons sweeping across the sky. Nine days later, Jiang Ziya, sitting cross-legged on the cushion, suddenly opened his eyes and with hands Sealing, he shouted, "Retrieve!" The nine pillars of Earth Vein Power that spanned the sky slowly contracted, blending into the surrounding walls. The Treasure Hall settled upon the earth, its exterior already eroded and assimilated by the Earth Vein Power, as if it had transformed into a stone cauldron. Jiang Ziya watched the stone cauldron with fervent eyes; his Heavenly Gang Divine Ability’s effect on Mediating Creation was successful. By now, Tang Sanzang should have reverted to origin and once again turned into a Golden Cicada Chrysalis. Soon, he could offer it to the Demon God Altar. If Jin Chanzi truly has the rumored benefits, then I might be able to step on Jin Chanzi and achieve the Da Luo Fruit Position, reaching the peak of Immortal Life.