Great Demon Sun Wukong

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Just as Sun Wukong was about to embrace the giant stone, he suddenly heard a voice, "Stop, don’t touch that stone, get back quickly!" Hearing this voice, Wukong was startled and his movements slowed. That split second of hesitation saved his life!

The person trapped under the stone, upon hearing someone trying to stop his rescue, twisted his already sinister face even more grotesquely. Before Wukong could react, the stone on the victim’s back split apart like the jaws of a primeval beast, revealing an enormous mouth full of countless sharp teeth. The deep green fluid dripping from the teeth left no doubt of their lethal poison.

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However, the mouth opened too swiftly, and Wukong was far too close, having not taken any precautions. Moreover, the gas exhaled by the giant mouth seemed to have a paralyzing effect on the spirit. Thus, Wukong could only watch in shock as the gaping maw lunged at him.

When it was almost too late, a shadow suddenly flung itself at Wukong’s side. The figure hurled itself onto Wukong, grabbed his waist, and with a twist avoided the attack of the enormous mouth.

But the figure’s evasion was barely successful, and although they avoided the gaping mouth, Wukong and his savior tumbled to the ground in a rather ungainly manner, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

After a tackle, a fall, and a roll, Wukong felt the numbness on his body fade away. He quickly got up and helped the person who had saved his life to their feet.

However, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, Wukong saw the person who had been under the stone now standing up, carrying the stone on his back and looking ready to leap at him. But by then, Wukong had regained his composure. He had been caught off guard before, but now, prepared, the situation was different.

Watching the creature leap high into the air, mouth agape and aimed at him, Wukong snorted coldly, and with a point of his right hand, a shadow of a pitch-black stele appeared above the attacker’s head and then smashed down with a thunderous crash. Although the stone on the creature’s back seemed incredibly hard, it shattered instantly under the World Suppressing Stele.

Unprecedentedly, Wukong didn’t devour the creature’s soul for fear that its potent poison would affect him through the soul-devouring process. However, just because Wukong abstained didn’t mean the soul would go to waste. Before his slightly astonished eyes, the stele’s shadow sucked in the creature’s soul like a whale sucking in water.

First, it drew in three drops of True Blood from the Heavenly Venerate and now it could even absorb souls. This stele was becoming increasingly peculiar. But at that moment, Wukong had no time to ponder on the stele, as when he helped his savior up, he noticed a chunk of flesh was missing from the person’s calf, torn away by the teeth of the enormous mouth.

Wukong now confirmed his suspicions about the lethal poison in the giant mouth; within a short period, the entire leg had turned a deep green. Although he knew the man was poisoned, Wukong realised he neither knew how to detoxify poison nor how to heal others!

In his desperation, Wukong had no choice but to take out the Five-Colored Divine Stone and the Zhen Yuan Bodhi Treasure Tree to continuously shine on and cleanse the wounded man’s body. Although unsure of the effect, he couldn’t just stand by and watch the man be poisoned to death.

Fortunately, with the help of these two divine treasures, the severe poison in the man’s leg began to dissipate slowly. Seeing this, Wukong couldn’t help but feel a shudder of terror. It seemed that at times, the World Suppressing Stele would not protect its master autonomously, especially when he lacked any intent to fight. Even if suddenly attacked, the stele might not appear to assist him.

And this time, he had met a kind soul who saved his life, and he just happened to have the means to counteract the poison. But what about next time? Would he still be so lucky?

With a sigh of relief, Wukong admitted to himself that he had been too careless. His past enemies, regardless of their race, could not withstand a single strike from the World Suppressing Stele, which had led him to subconsciously underestimate the Netherworld Realm. This experience served as a stark reminder that he had greatly underestimated the dangers of the Netherworld World.

After cautioning himself to be more vigilant in the future, Wukong noticed that the person he had saved was beginning to regain consciousness, though still looking somewhat dizzy from the poison.

"Thank you for saving my life; I, Sun Wukong, am immensely grateful." Not knowing how else to address his rescuer, Wukong simply referred to him as a fellow Daoist.

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"Uh, it’s nothing, it’s nothing, we’re all from the Human Clan; helping each other out is the right thing to do. Was it you who helped drive the poison away from me just now?" Shaking his head to clear it, the man then stood up with the support of Sun Wukong.

"Yes, luckily my Magic Treasure just happened to be able to drive away the poison, otherwise, I would really feel terribly guilty." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Haha, that’s really fortunate, I saved your life, and you saved mine. Now we’re even. My name is Xi Zhao, may I ask how you are called, fellow daoist?"

"Sure thing, my name is Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

Having exchanged names, and because both had saved each other’s lives, they quickly became familiar with each other. At that time, Xi Zhao also told Sun Wukong that the thing from before was called a Negative Stone Poison Man, and it wasn’t from the Human Clan. That thing on its back that looked like a giant rock was actually that creature’s mouth.

Usually, the Negative Stone Poison Man would lay on the ground, pretending to be pinned under a large rock to deceive those uninformed passers-by. Once someone approached or touched the rock, it would emit a poisonous gas that could paralyze a person’s spirit, and then the rock would open its mouth to devour the newcomer.

However, generally, those who had stayed in the Netherworld Realm for some time all knew about this creature. So, it could only trick newcomers who also happened to be kind-hearted people.

After listening to Xi Zhao’s explanation, Sun Wukong couldn’t help but sigh. The Netherworld World truly wasn’t a simple place. Afterward, Sun Wukong asked some basic questions and expressed his doubts, especially about how to leave this place.

It seemed that Xi Zhao had been living here for a long time and had all the answers to Sun Wukong’s questions, providing them in great detail. He especially explained the three methods of survival in the Netherworld Realm and the ways to leave it.

When Xi Zhao finished speaking, Sun Wukong fell into deep silence. It seemed that his initial guess hadn’t been wrong; this indeed was the mysterious Netherworld Realm. Moreover, it was possible to leave, even though the method was certainly very difficult. Still, Sun Wukong was determined to try it, for there were too many things in the Pangu Realm worth being concerned about.

What delighted Sun Wukong was that Nuwa, Hun Kun, and the others should be in the Lesser Netherworld, that Intermediate World affiliated with the Netherworld Realm.

At that moment, Sun Wukong suddenly remembered he still had two people inside his Jingu Bang, so he quickly shared the situation. However, after hearing this, Xi Zhao also fell silent for a moment. It seemed he was trying hard to think but came up with no solution.

"I’m not too clear about this sort of situation. After all, this is the world of spirits, and it’s unprecedented for living people to enter. So you better wait and ask others later. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, your two friends could be in great danger.

Moreover, your situation is also very special, to have died and yet be able to bring your weapon and Magic Treasure with you to the Netherworld Realm is truly strange."

Although Sun Wukong also felt that his situation was very special, neither of them could think of a reason why. However, after their conversation, they discovered that their goals were very aligned—to strengthen themselves, undergo the final trial, and strive to leave this place. Although Sun Wukong didn’t ask, he could sense that Xi Zhao must also have his own commitments and story.

Having a common goal, it was fitting for them to travel together. In the perilously dangerous Netherworld Realm, having a trustworthy friend is always a good thing. Moreover, Xi Zhao was not weak; he had the strength of a Three Patterns warrior. Sun Wukong learned about using Dao Patterns to distinguish levels of strength from Xi Zhao.

According to Xi Zhao’s explanation, each Dao Pattern signified a cosmic Law. Thus, the gap between different levels of strength was extremely vast. Sun Wukong, however, was a bit skeptical about this statement. He thought to himself that the people he had fought before were much stronger than him, probably having at least Two or Three Patterns.

If Xi Zhao knew about this, it would surely startle him. The ability to defeat someone stronger than oneself was definitely freakish.