Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1669 - 1084 King Wu seeks help_2

If he were not burdened with a critical mission that required him to stay in the Three Realms, he would never have wanted to travel there. Wouldn’t cultivating in a Holy Land like this be far more alluring?

Outside the Holy Land, powerful formations enveloped the area, not only resisting the surging Chaos Qi from the surroundings but also preventing outsiders from entering.

However, these formations evidently held no obstacle for King Wu. His steps never faltered as he entered the Holy Land directly and proceeded toward its center.

At the heart of this Holy Land, countless celestial palaces and Taoist halls connected into a sprawling expanse. Their emanating radiance gathered like a colossal Divine Wheel, illuminating the entire Holy Land with an almost otherworldly clarity.

Those unacquainted with such sights might, in a moment of bewilderment, think they had arrived at the Heaven Court. Indeed, the distribution of celestial palaces and Taoist halls here bore a striking resemblance to the Heaven Court, appearing as though it were an extension of it.

King Wu passed through layers of celestial palaces before finally reaching the highest one. This was his master’s abode, whose name was not Lingxiao Hall, but something far more imposing—Miluo Palace.

If the Jade Emperor were present here, he would surely demand a life-and-death contest with the palace’s master upon seeing such a name.

Miluo Palace, the most revered palace between Heaven and Earth, positioned at the zenith of the heavens, was traditionally the residence of the Tiandi and now under the dominion of the Jade Emperor.

That King Wu’s master dared to name his palace Miluo Palace was clearly no coincidence—his ambitions were evident. He sought to ascend to the position of Tiandi. Otherwise, why would he deliberately choose such a name for his palace?

King Wu slowed his steps and entered the palace with unwavering reverence, bowing respectfully before the purple-robed Taoist seated on the dragon throne:

"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

Indeed, King Wu’s master was seated not on the Mystic Sect’s distinctive cloud bed, but on a dragon throne—the very symbol of imperial power. Its design was identical to the Jade Emperor’s dragon throne in Lingxiao Hall.

And although the Taoist was not clad in a dragon robe, he might as well have been.

The purple-gold Taoist robe he wore was embroidered not with Yin-Yang Eight Diagrams and Taiji Yin-Yang Seals but with Sun, Moon, and Stars, and the myriad phenomena of Heaven and Earth.

"Wu, I have already discerned your purpose. Do not worry excessively," said the master.

"Indeed, Jiang Chen’s strength is formidable, but his arrogance has offended many powerful figures, resulting in enemies far outnumbering allies."

"Now, the Great Divine Transcendents of the Prehistoric World who intend to act against him already vastly outnumber those willing to aid him."

"Let him revel in his arrogance a while longer. When the right time comes, he will taste the bitterness of his folly."

The dignified voice reassured King Wu, allowing him to exhale profoundly in relief.

King Wu was evidently highly confident in his master. Since his master had expressed that there was nothing to concern himself with, he chose to dispel his anxiety.

"However, Master, while the Star Lord has someone to contend with, his subordinates cannot be taken lightly," King Wu interjected.

"In terms of numbers, the experts under my command may not lag far behind his subordinates, but in terms of quality, there is a considerable disparity. Does Master have a solution for this gap?"

Suddenly remembering an important matter, King Wu sought counsel from his master.

"Your subordinates indeed exhibit varied competencies. However, that is an inevitable consequence of swiftly aggregating power in a short time. The only viable method to strengthen forces rapidly is to annex other factions," the master replied.

"Here’s the plan: I will consult with your uncles and arrange for them to send your fellow disciples to assist you in the early stages."

"Additionally, under the relentless suppression by the Human Race, the myriad races are finding it increasingly difficult to thrive. Take my token and visit these factions personally to bring them under your banner."

"With this approach, in terms of the number of Daoists, you should be able to overpower Jiang Chen’s side utterly."

On the dragon throne, King Wu’s master contemplated briefly before making his decision.

"Thank you, Master!"

Delighted by the response, King Wu couldn’t help but brim with confidence. His lineage, combined with his master’s alliance, boasted over a hundred Great Divine Transcendents and numerous Quasi-Saints.

Within this lineage, every individual had ample disciples—many of whom attained the Innate Dao Sovereign realm during the Ancient Times. Furthermore, some, like King Wu, had already ascended to the Quasi-Saint realm.

These were King Wu’s senior and junior martial brothers; even if only a portion of them supported him, their collective might formed a force one could not dismiss—amounting to at least six or seven hundred Innate Dao Sovereigns.

These Dao Sovereigns, inheriting the Mystic Sect doctrines, possessed combat ability surpassing King Wu’s regular subordinates. They were more than capable of rivaling—and even surpassing—the Dao Sovereigns of the Human Race.

After all, they were the direct disciples of Great Divine Transcendents, inheriting profound legacies that naturally lent them strength superior to many Dao Sovereigns within the Human Race.

Indeed, failing to meet this expectation would only bring into question the competence of the Great Divine Transcendents themselves.

Within the Mystic Sect’s third generation of disciples, Duobao Taoist was able to contend with the Five Emperors of the Human Race. While others might not reach his heights, none would be weak enough to be bullied by ordinary Human Race Dao Sovereigns.

As for the myriad races, King Wu saw them as an unforeseen bonus. He hadn’t imagined that his master had already secretly subdued them.

These were the myriad races, the most powerful faction in the Prehistoric World apart from the Human Race. Though not as strong as the Human Race, their ferocious resistance could undoubtedly deal a severe blow to the Human Race’s vitality.

Upon further reflection, it seemed logical. The myriad races might have been formidable, but compared to King Wu’s lineage, they paled in comparison. Over a hundred Great Divine Transcendents wouldn’t even need to speak. Just standing there would be enough for the myriad races to kneel and offer submission.

Between his martial brothers and the myriad races, just these two forces combined would be no weaker than the Nine States Human Race. Adding King Wu’s own forces to this equation meant that their strength decisively surpassed the Nine States Human Race.

The influx of powerful allies left King Wu excitedly eager to depart and relay this triumphant news to his subordinates, bolstering their morale.

But just as King Wu was about to voice his farewell, a sudden realization struck him, prompting him to reframe his words: "Master, this still won’t suffice. It still cannot rival Jiang Chen’s influence."

His words caused his master to blink rapidly in shock, his eyes widening as he fixed a piercing stare on King Wu, as though verifying whether his disciple was joking.

This was startling indeed. How could such vast forces still not be sufficient to overpower the Nine States Human Race? Even with the support of over one hundred Great Divine Transcendents, how could they fall short? As comrades and brothers of countless millennia, King Wu’s master was wholly familiar with their strengths.

A collection of leisurely wanderers, most of them hadn’t established doctrines or gathered a significant following. Even if they allied with Jiang Chen, their contribution beyond their own presence would be minimal.

Out of a hundred Great Divine Transcendents, managing to rally two hundred Dao Sovereigns would already be considered an outstanding feat.

Given such circumstances, King Wu’s claim of insufficient support was difficult to believe.

"Master, this is no jest. These forces are truly insufficient. Jiang Chen is an enigma—unpredictable in his strategies. Every time I believe my forces can crush his, he unexpectedly gathers even greater alliances."

"I suspect this time will be no exception. Therefore, I implore Master to offer even greater aid this time."

King Wu had formed his own observations—every step forward in his forces would be met by Jiang Chen advancing twice over. Once or twice might be a coincidence, but repeated incidents naturally led to doubt.

So, this time he aimed for sheer overwhelming strength—multiplying his forces severalfold in a single effort. It was hard to believe Jiang Chen could maintain his edge under such enormous pressure.

"You raise a valid concern,"

For anyone else, King Wu’s master would have dismissed the notion outright. But given Jiang Chen was the subject, he too was left uncertain.

Time and again, Jiang Chen’s actions defied conventional logic, pushing others to plan increasingly audacious contingencies just to counter his moves.

Where once strategies accounted only for worst-case scenarios, now plans were made for the most absurd possibilities—only then could they keep pace with Jiang Chen’s erratic schemes.

"As luck would have it, Daoist friends from the Dongsheng Divine Continent are currently seeking an alliance with our lineage. Here’s what I will do—I will reach out and request them to dispatch a cadre of their experts to support you."