Havoc in the Heavenly Court, Five-Finger Mountain Descends, the Great Sage Meets Disaster

Within the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Haotian's face was livid, and his ministers were as silent as cicadas in winter.

He surveyed those below the steps, his gaze settling on the immortals and gods who stood with lowered heads.

The assembled immortals remained silent. No one dared speak lightly of going into battle again.

After a moment, someone stepped forward and reported, "Your Majesty, Erlang Shen, Yang Jian of Guanjiangkou, has attained Physical Body Sainthood and possesses vast divine powers, including seventy-three transformations. You could summon him to capture the demon monkey!"

At these words, Haotian's heart stirred, and he promptly went with the current. "Granted! Convey my decree: Yang Jian is to descend to the mortal realm at once and capture the demon monkey!"

He knew perfectly well that Yang Jian came from the Yuxu Palace and had experienced the Investiture of the Gods. He understood boundaries and knew what mattered. No one was better suited to the task.

Guanjiangkou, the Erlang Zhenjun Residence.

Yang Jian sat in the seat of honor, holding the Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Blade, his eyes closed as he listened to the heavenly envoy read the decree.

After the envoy left, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, an indescribably complex look in their depths.

He had lived through the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation and personally witnessed the great battles between Saints and the fall of the Biyou Palace.

How could he fail to see the true nature of that monkey on Flower Fruit Mountain?

Sun Wukong was a divine being born from heaven-mending immortal stone. How similar was his mandate of heaven power to Jiang Ziya's during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation?

Behind all this lay a Saint's design.

He could not be killed.

Yang Jian remained silent for a moment, then put away his