Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 508 - 490: Immortal Fire Phoenix

It was clear to see that within the blood mist manifested by Wu Ming, a figure struggled frantically, apparently attempting to break through the barricade of blood mist. Yet despite its deceptively thin appearance, the blood mist was incredibly tough. No matter how the figure battered against it, it could not break through. Above the swirling blood mist, Wu Ming's face slowly emerged from a cloud of blood, and with a sinister chuckle, Wu Ming spoke, "Following the boss does have its perks. If I can devour such a powerful soul, hehe, I wonder what realm I could reach?"

After he finished speaking, seven or eight arms suddenly sprouted from within the blood mist, all tightly grasping the figure's limbs and body, rendering it immobile. Then, two more arms materialized. This time, one of the hands held a blood-red brush resembling a piece of Bloodwood. The other arm swiftly pressed down on the figure's shoulders, while the hand with the brush reached out, intending to inscribe Wu Ming's name on the soul. Once marked, the soul would become Wu Ming's slave.

The tormented soul was, in fact, Zhibei. He seemed to sense the power of the Bloodwood brush and his struggles intensified; however, his shoulders, firmly held down, did not budge an inch. "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt a bit. Rest assured, Lord Wu Ming will take good care of you," Wu Ming said. As he spoke, the Bloodwood brush had already written the character "Wu" on Zhibei's soul. But just as Wu Ming was about to ink the second character, "Ming," the spear—once held by Zhibei but now cast aside—suddenly began to vibrate.

Caught off guard, Wu Ming felt the tremor of the spear and dared not be careless. Looking up, he saw another figure emerging within the spear—a venerable old man of indeterminate age, with a celestial and virtuous air about him, wearing a white Taoist robe with long white eyebrows and beard. As the figure appeared, the soul of Zhibei trapped in Wu Ming's blood mist struggled more vigorously than ever.

"To be forgiving when one can is a virtue. My disciple has gone astray, but his cultivation did not come easy. If you kill him, my lineage of Zhibei will be severed!" While the old man's soul spoke, he lightly waved his right hand at Wu Ming, whose face distorted wildly as he was almost shattered by a force he could not resist. Zhibei's soul also broke free from the confines of the blood mist, serenely floating in front of the old man's soul.

At the same time, Zhibei's body, now devoid of its soul, and previously contaminated by Hei Kui's spit, shook violently. The two drops of Hei Kui's spit were unexpectedly expelled from the body and fell to the ground. Hei Kui's face wore a look of shock. His once flawless tactic had recently failed twice in a row. The first time, after taking control of hundreds of the Underworld God Army's bodies, they had slipped from his grasp, leaving Hei Kui shocked and at a loss. This time, his own spit was shaken right off.

As soon as the two drops of spit touched the ground, Zhibei's body seemed to be pulled by some force, flying straight toward the spear. Under the control of the old man's soul, the body also hovered in mid-air. "Sha Wujing, let's go together, stop this old man," said Sun Wukong. Although he was in mid-air, he had a clear view of the situation below. Naturally, he noticed the old man attempting to resurrect Zhibei, something Sun Wukong would not allow.

Even though he didn't know what had happened to Zhibei, he knew for certain that Zhibei had betrayed the Myriad Gods Hall. It was while he was attacking Zhibei that Sun Wukong had caught a glimpse of the ring on Zhibei's finger—a ring he had once seen on Ming Wanjie, who had mentioned it was his life-saving treasure. Now, appearing on Zhibei's finger, it indicated quite likely that Ming Wanjie was dead and possibly by Zhibei's hand.

This realization enraged Sun Wukong, and the successive betrayals had completely infuriated him. That's why he had called on Sha Wujing to join him in preventing the old man's actions. As Sun Wukong's words fell, the old man suddenly spoke in a booming and righteous voice, "Great Saint, I beseech you to stay your hand. I can assure you, once this misguided pupil is resurrected, he will not become your enemy. Moreover, this young one has already subdued him, so he will no longer continue his misdeeds. I ask you to trust my word!"

The old man's words were very sincere, but at this moment, Sun Wukong was unwilling to believe him. However, right as Sun Wukong disregarded the old man's plea, Dao Zhun loudly said, "Wukong, stop, listen, follow the advice of Elder Zhibei and spare his life." Sun Wukong, naturally compliant with Dao Zhun, clenched his teeth, signaled to Sha Wujing to do the same, and immediately flew to Ye Zi's side, eagerly asking about Dao Zhun's condition. Before Ye Zi could answer, Dao Zhun had already grabbed Sun Wukong's hand, speaking with some difficulty, "Master is unharmed, Wukong, do you know whose soul that is?"

When Dao Zhun caught his hand, Sun Wukong immediately felt a torrent of life force flowing within Dao Zhun, healing his wounds. Sun Wukong also sensed that Dao Zhun wasn't hit by the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon, yet he had suddenly sustained serious injuries. The first strike from the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon was probably not as simple as it seemed, as Dao Zhun's internal organs and bones had suffered considerable shock, and most of his meridians had been misplaced. It was Ye Zi who was using her enormous life force and spiritual power to clear Dao Zhun's meridians.

Hearing Dao Zhun's question, Sun Wukong pondered for a moment before answering uncertainly, "Could it be that he is Zhibei of the previous generation?" A nostalgic expression suddenly appeared on Dao Zhun's face as he spoke slowly, "That's not the Zhibei of the previous generation, but the very first Zhibei. He was the one who fought side by side with Lord Pioneer. Who would have thought that today my master would see the remnant soul of such a great figure? Even if I were to die now, my life would not have been wasted."

However, Sun Wukong quickly said, "Master mustn't talk nonsense; your injuries will soon heal." Dao Zhun smiled and said, "Master will not take his life lightly; there are still some things I must do for your sake. Alright, Wukong, since that great figure has asked you to spare this generation's Zhibei, you should comply. Also, go on my behalf and pass my respects to that personage, just tell them Dao Zhun pays his respects to Lord Zhibei."

Sun Wukong nodded, feeling the injuries within Dao Zhun's body had already calmed significantly, stood up and walked up to the old man's soul. Looking up, he could already see that Zhibei's soul had fully merged with the body. In some time, when Zhibei's body and soul were completely fused, he believed Zhibei should be able to be revived. Watching Sun Wukong approach, Wu Ming and Hei Kui exchanged glances, both feeling ashamed and stepping forward. Wu Ming said with some embarrassment, "Great Saint, this old man is too powerful; he almost shattered my body."

Sun Wukong nodded and said, "Don't blame yourselves. This elder is the first-generation Zhibei; his power is beyond our ability to contend with. It's best we just watch quietly." At that moment, Hei Kui said, "Great Saint, what about that guy who was playing with the Fire Phoenix? Aren't you going to check on him? He should be your companion, right?" After Hei Kui finished speaking, Sun Wukong turned his head to look in the direction of the Flame God's corpse and suddenly smiled, saying, "That guy, even if I were to die, he wouldn't. Don't worry, he'll be getting up in a bit."

Meanwhile, in a certain place in the Netherworld, a man with a phoenix pattern tattoo on his arm suddenly let out a piercing scream. Then, his chest seemed to be pierced by something, creating a horrific hole that nearly cleaved him in two. This man was not unfamiliar; he was part of the gang that had ambushed Sun Wukong and others. Among them was one named Bao Dalí, whom Sun Wukong had beaten miserably. The gang's leader, whom the Flame God had not killed but merely left a phoenix tattoo on before letting him go, suddenly showed a wound on his chest strikingly similar to the one the Flame God sustained from the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon. Clearly, this was the work of the Flame God.

Meanwhile, in the Patrolling Celestial World, the Flame God, who was previously dead, suddenly sat up. The hole in his chest was still present, and his first words were, "Xi Zhao, you bastard. I'll make sure to put a big hole in you, too."

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