Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything

Hearing his senior brother's words, Sun Wukong's expression became a bit unpleasant!

All along, the incident of causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago, Sun Wukong had always considered it his moment of glory, bragging about it to everyone he met.

But now, it seems that the whole incident of causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace back then was actually all planned secretly by the Jade Emperor?

Was he just a pawn, acting according to the Jade Emperor's calculations all along?

He was overwhelmed with shame!

At this moment, if there was a hole in the ground, Sun Wukong would have wished to crawl into it immediately!

All this time, he had been bragging about causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago and feeling proud of it. Who would have thought that all of it was actually the Jade Emperor's scheme?

To those truly knowledgeable, his proud words must have sounded like a joke, right?

Thinking about this, Sun Wukong's face turned red, just like his own bottom. He really wished he could crawl into a hole in the ground!

Five hundred years ago, he didn't know much, and he really thought his power was strong and his methods outstanding.

But having journeyed westwards, Sun Wukong understood what a Daluo Golden Immortal was, and even more, what a Quasi-Saint was.

At this moment, after listening to his senior brother's analysis, he realized indeed there were many oddities about his havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago!

Given his abilities, at the very least, he should have had a respectable position like the Four Heavenly Kings, right? How could he have ended up being a Stable Attendant?

Moreover, the Jade Emperor actually assigned him to guard the peaches? That indeed was quite odd!

And then, after disrupting the Peach Festival, did he really go to the Doushuai Palace and steal countless Immortal Pills from the Supreme Elder Lord?

Was the Supreme Elder Lord's Doushuai Palace that easy to infiltrate? Even for an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal, trying to sneak in would be extremely difficult, right?

But back then, did he actually manage to drunkenly and muddleheadedly get in?

Was that also a coincidence? It seemed highly unlikely!

"Why!?"

After pondering for a while, Sun Wukong believed that his senior brother Wumiao wouldn't deceive him. His words should be the truth, but Sun Wukong felt more astonished in his heart.

"Why? Why would the Jade Emperor do this? Letting me, Old Sun, create havoc in the Heavenly Palace, what benefit was it to him?" Sun Wukong asked Wumiao curiously.

"Indeed, on the surface, it seems of no benefit, but..."

Wumiao's face also held a serious expression. He shook his head and said, "But for the Great Jade Emperor to execute such a plan, even at the cost of harming his own reputation, the planning must be immense!"

"Immense planning!?" Sun Wukong still nodded in agreement.

Indeed, the Jade Emperor personally orchestrating such havoc in the Heavenly Palace must have somewhat damaged the Heavenly Court's prestige. To do so, the planning must indeed be significant!

"What a pity! Alas..." After remaining silent for a long time, Senior Brother Wumiao seemed to think of something and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"What's a pity!?" Sun Wukong curiously asked Wumiao.

"It's a pity that when you were suppressed by Tathagata back then, I, your senior brother, was already imprisoned here. Otherwise, if I had known of your distress, I would have definitely done my best to help!" Senior Brother Wumiao replied.

"Brother's intentions, Wukong appreciates!" Hearing these words from Wumiao, Sun Wukong was still very happy and answered nonchalantly.

"By the way!"

Seemingly reminded of something, Senior Brother Wumiao's heart moved slightly, and he turned to ask Sun Wukong, "Wukong, although I was imprisoned back then, what about the other senior brothers? When you faced hardship five hundred years ago, didn't the other senior brothers come to help you?"

"No..." Upon hearing Wumiao's query, Sun Wukong shook his head and answered calmly.

Back then, when he faced hardship, no senior brother came to help him. Sun Wukong actually did not have any resentment in his heart. After all, he had been expelled from the sect, and it's possible that even if the senior brothers had known of his plight, the master wouldn't have allowed them to intervene. It was understandable, right?

"There's something off about this!" Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Wumiao's face looked even more puzzled.

Logically, as fellow disciples, if Sun Wukong faced great difficulty, the senior brothers shouldn't have stood by and watched!

"Could it be? Was the master obstructing it?" Wumiao muttered a guess after pondering quietly for a while.

Could it really be the only possibility?

Was it really because Wukong had shown off his seventy-two transformations in front of their fellow disciples that the master had been so heartless?

No matter how it seemed, it didn't make much sense!

"Let it be! What's past is past!"

Waving his hand, Sun Wukong didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer and said, "The past is the past, let's not talk about it anymore. Since you, senior brother, intend to stay in this prison and don't want to leave, I'll go and attend to my own matters first!"

After chatting about so many topics, and the necessary conversations being almost done, Sun Wukong, although desiring to sit down and drink heartily with his senior brother, hadn't forgotten his mission. He spoke up.

"Alright, Wukong, since you have important things to do, you should go and attend to them first!" Nodding, Wumiao replied.

This prison was not a place an ordinary person could enter. Since Wukong spent so much effort sneaking in, he probably had important matters to handle. Wumiao understood this.

"Alright, senior brother, if there's an opportunity later, we shall meet again!" Nodding solemnly, Sun Wukong bid farewell to Wumiao.

After saying this, Sun Wukong did not waste any more words and directly turned to continue walking deeper into the prison.

"Wukong, be careful! Down below, the demons and ghosts are very powerful!" Wumiao reminded Sun Wukong from within the prison.

"Alright, senior brother, I understand!" Waving his hand, Sun Wukong replied, then continued descending.

Further down, Sun Wukong could feel that the number of imprisoned demons and ghosts was indeed decreasing, but their auras were growing increasingly powerful!

"I wonder, who is imprisoned at the very bottom of this underground palace? What is their status?" As he continued descending and searching for the Calamity Book, this thought suddenly sprang to Sun Wukong's mind.

Once that thought arose, it lingered in Sun Wukong's mind, much like a persistent itch that refused to go away.

As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat.

Given Sun Wukong's nature, could he resist his curiosity once aroused?

It was absolutely impossible!

Taking a deep breath, Sun Wukong continued descending!

Upon reaching the lower levels, he saw that a few beings were imprisoned here, their auras vast and overwhelming.

Some were explosive like volcanoes, others as deep as oceans, and judging by their auras, they all seemed far stronger than himself!

"Are the ones imprisoned at the bottom all at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Late Stage?" Sensing the formidable auras of these imprisoned beings, Sun Wukong felt a weight in his heart.

These Great Luo Golden Immortal beings had probably been imprisoned for a long time and naturally yearned for freedom outside.

As Sun Wukong descended, these beings began trying to engage him, some playing on emotions, trying to coax him into releasing them.

Others threatened Sun Wukong, saying that if he didn't release them, they would make him suffer once they got out.

Of course, there were also those who tried to entice him, offering powerful Dharma Treasures or promising to teach him great Divine Skills.

...

To all the threats, emotional appeals, and enticements from these old demons who had lived for countless years, Sun Wukong remained indifferent, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Sun Wukong continued downwards, both to search for the Calamity Book and out of curiosity about the true appearance of the demons and ghosts imprisoned at the very bottom.

As he walked past them, ignoring their noise, he continued for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before finally arriving at the deepest part of the underground palace.

Upon reaching the depths, Sun Wukong saw a very large prison. At the bottommost point, there was only one prison.

His curiosity piqued, Sun Wukong peered into the prison, his face momentarily stunned.

Inside the deepest prison, an old man was imprisoned.

The old man had white hair and a white beard, looking extremely aged, his unkempt appearance making his features hard to discern, but he appeared emaciated.

Countless thick black chains bound the old man's limbs tightly, rendering him immobile. Brilliant Sanskrit characters adorned the chains.

The old man wore a yellow robe that shrouded him fully.

This yellow robe also radiated an ethereal glow, seemingly battling the chains with neither able to overpower the other.

"Is the one imprisoned at the very bottom just an unremarkable old man?"

Having reached the deepest part of the prison and seeing the white-haired, aged old man, Sun Wukong felt a hint of disappointment.

He originally wondered what divine being was imprisoned here, only to find out it was this.