Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System
Chapter 214: Mosquito Taoist and Doubts

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Mosquito Taoist and Doubts

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With the piercing blood-colored divine light coming forth, an overwhelming scent of blood scattered, casting a boundless crimson glow upon everything.

A blood-robed elder standing on a blood-red lotus platform had traveled from the fathomless nether to the Asura Realm.

Clearly, the person who arrived was Ancestor Ming He, the ancient power who created the Asura clan.

Sun Wukong’s gaze sharpened, ’Could it be that Ancestor Ming He has joined forces with the Buddha Sect?’ he thought to himself.

Is this why these powerful beings of the Asura clan are unwilling to admit that it was the Buddha Sect who asked them to hide the soul of the Jinghe Dragon King?

With this doubt in his mind and sensing that something was amiss, he cupped his fists and asked, "Senior Ancestor, you haven’t left the sea of blood for many years, yet you show yourself now for such a minor matter, why is that?"

Ancestor Ming He did not reply, but with an indifferent expression, he said, "Injure my offspring and leave behind an arm, then leave this realm!"

A flash of ferocity appeared in Sun Wukong’s eyes as he sneered, "I treated you with respect as an elder, spoke to you kindly, and yet you refuse to see reason, asking for a beating!"

Boom!

The Ruyi Jingu Bang was swung again, turning into myriad heavy staff shadows, the torrential power filling the air.

However, Ancestor Ming He did not strike back but instead transformed into a beam of blood light retreating far away, while shouting, "Children, form the Blood River Great Formation!"

The voice spread throughout the entire Asura Realm.

The three great Asura kings rose again with fervent gazes.

Several figures shrouded in surging demonic qi appeared from the depths of the Asura Realm; they were the remaining three great Demon Kings Pishacha, Brahma, and Mara, along with the three great Demon Generals Indra, Vishnu, and Yama.

Moreover, tens of millions of Asura warriors began to move upon hearing the call.

Streams of blood light crisscrossed, centering around the three Asura kings, the three Demon Kings, and other powerhouses, weaving into a formation that enveloped the entire Asura Realm.

Hum!

A world-suppressing formation rapidly took shape, capable of devouring the vitality and Primordial Spirits of all creatures in the world.

Facing such a grand formation, Sun Wukong suddenly became calm, staring at Ancestor Ming He who had retreated into the distance and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Peering through the obstruction, all he could see was a mass of blood-colored fog, the true form of his opponent obscured.

Ancestor Ming He’s voice was cold as ever, "If you’re frightened, leave behind an arm and quickly depart from this realm!"

The divine light in Sun Wukong’s eyes shifted continuously, "I wonder who exactly is the one who’s frightened?"

Ancestor Ming He once again commanded, "Children, commence..."

But before he could finish, a vast Buddha light came forth from hell.

"Amitabha, well said, well said."

Ksitigarbha King, with a compassionate face, stepped out of the eighteen layers of hell, wielding his tin staff and treasure bead, stepping on golden Buddha light, with countless golden lotuses emerging around him, exuding an extraordinary sanctity.

Behind him came Manjusri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, themselves adorned with the glorious aura of holiness.

The arrival of the three Bodhisattvas shifted the situation once more.

The Jinghe Dragon King, who had been brought aside by the King of Hell, watched all this in bewilderment, his emotions indescribable with mere astonishment.

He had never imagined that simply to save him, the Great Dragon God of Rain, Ziwei Great Emperor Sun Wukong would summon such a tremendous force.

Of course, he also understood that the turn of events had little to do with him at this point.

It was now a complex struggle among forces from the Heavenly Court, Buddha Sect, underworld, and Asura Realm.

Ksitigarbha looked at Ancestor Ming He and unveiled her true identity, "The gloomy Blood Sea nurtured two innate spirits, one is Ancestor Ming He, and the other is the Mosquito Taoist,

Ancestor Ming He has long ceased to emerge from the Blood Sea, so it seems you must be the Mosquito Taoist?"

Upon hearing these words, the elder in the blood robe standing on the blood-colored lotus platform stopped the pretense, transformed into a seductive woman revealing a fierce demeanor and cursed angrily, "You dead bald donkey, dare to ruin my plans!"

Having said that, she conjured a slender longsword, pierced through the void, and attacked the Ksitigarbha King Bodhisattva.

"The Buddha is compassionate," sighed Ksitigarbha softly, holding a tin staff in one hand and forming a hand seal with the other, as if wielding a Buddha Land in his palm, covering over the Mosquito Taoist.

The sudden outbreak of this great battle left Sun Wukong puzzled and somewhat unable to see the situation clearly.

It was during the transmission of the Dharma by the Buddha disciples Kasyapa and Ananda that they brought harm to the Dragon King of the Jing River.

Then, a general from the Asura Realm hid the Dragon King of the Jing River, indicating that the Asura Realm had already colluded with the Buddha Sect.

Yet Ksitigarbha, a high-ranking member of the Buddha Sect, openly revealed the Mosquito Taoist’s transformation and engaged in battle with her, indicating that the two parties were not of one mind.

Then, to which force did the Mosquito Taoist belong?

During the battle of Divine Enthronement years ago, the Mosquito Taoist was first captured by the two Saints of the West, who placed her in a sack and entrusted a young boy to watch over it,

Later, the two Saints of the West also captured the direct disciple of the Sect of Interception, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, and instructed the boy to put her in the sack as well.

However, the Mosquito Taoist’s violent nature erupted, she devoured the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother completely, leaving only a hollow shell, and thus perished, not even getting the chance to be divinely enthroned.

In the end, this fierce creature flew to Mount Meru and sucked up three qualities of the twelve-petaled merit lotus that anchored the fortunes of the West, transforming it into a nine-petaled lotus platform.

This was Sun Wukong’s knowledge of the past experiences of the Mosquito Taoist; he had not expected this fierce beast, absent for thousands of years, to appear at this moment.

Why then did she take on the appearance of Ancestor Ming He to support the Asura Realm?

A myriad of guesses flashed through Sun Wukong’s mind, but he didn’t dwell on it too much, because the Blood River Great Formation just forged by the three great Asura Kings and three great Demon Kings, six Quasi-Saint powerhouses in total, was already assailing him with the power of the formation.

"How dare this mere eighth-level formation show off in front of me?" Sun Wukong’s eyes glimmered fiercely, a sanguine aura blazed around him like flames, and his form, larger than mountains, now assumed a three heads and eight arms manifestation.

Each of his eight hands wielded the Ruyi Jingu Bang, the Creation Cauldron, and other revised powerful divine weapons such as the Meteor Whip, the Primordial Banner; alone, he confronted the six Quasi-Saints and the Blood River Great Formation forged by a million warriors of the Asura Realm.

In an instant, a tempestuous aura swept through boundless space, laws formed chains, divine light blazed brightly, and various divine weapons cast dazzling glows, illuminating the wilds.

The void of the Asura Realm tore apart continuously, creating countless terrifying chasms, as if signifying the end of the world.

The countless Asura Realm warriors within the Blood River Great Formation were struck down into the abyss.

The three great Asura Kings, Abyss King, Slay King, Suffer King;

The three great Demon Kings, Pishacha, Mahabrahma, Kama;

And the three great Demon Generals, Indra, Vishnu, and the Ghost Mother, along with many Daluo Golden Immortals of the Asura Realm, under Sun Wukong’s berserk onslaught, were completely at a disadvantage.

"Break!" Sun Wukong’s divine weapon in hand swept across like a mighty dragon, sweeping through the entire Asura Realm and ultimately shattering the Blood River Great Formation.

The sky full of blood light vanished in an instant, and the Asura Realm was filled with wails, leaving only the six Quasi-Saints staring grim-faced at the Monkey King before them.

Even with the reinforcement of the Blood River Great Formation, they were no match for Sun Wukong, and now they had even less chance of victory.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it; you insisted on trying out my staff," Sun Wukong said coldly, holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, preparing to take them all to the Heavenly Court.

Just then, Manjusri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, who had until now been observing from a distance, stepped forward.

"Amitabha," Manjusri Bodhisattva said, raising one hand in salute, "Benefactor Sun, spare others when you can."

"Benefactor Sun, Heaven cherishes all life, do not amass sin by killing," said Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, exuding compassion.