Seeking Patriarch Bodhi

The Great Peng Spirit's pupils contracted to the limit!

His intuition told him—he had to run, now!

But it was too late.

Goten appeared before him—not through teleportation, not through flight—he had simply crossed a hundred zhang in a single step!

A punch!

Simple and direct—no frills—just a punch.

The Great Peng crossed his arms to block—

Crack!

Both arms fractured simultaneously!

His entire body was sent flying at ten times the speed he had arrived with!

He tumbled through the air for several thousand meters, smashed through a dozen mountain peaks, and finally embedded himself into the rock face of a massive mountain, rolling his eyes back as he lost consciousness.

One-hit kill.

The third one.

But Goten's movements did not cease.

He turned around and looked at the White Elephant Spirit.

The White Elephant Spirit's legs were trembling.

He had lived for thousands of years and had never seen such power—this kind of unreasonable power—this incomprehensible power—that made his thousands of years of demonic cultivation feel as fragile as paper!

"Wait—wait—I surren—"

Boom.

The White Elephant Spirit went flying.

He received the same treatment as the previous three—blasted away by a single punch, his life or death unknown.

Goten stood where he was, his golden aura laced with red light, like blood burning.

Finally—he looked toward the Bull Demon King.

The Bull Demon King had reverted to his human form, curled up amidst the rubble, covered in blood.

He watched Goten walk toward him—he had lived for fifteen hundred years, and he had never felt fear like this before.

"Don't—don't kill me—I have intelligence—I know the secrets of the Heavenly Court—"

Goten stopped in front of him.

There was no emotion in his golden pupils.

"Speak."

"The Jade Emperor—the Jade Emperor isn't truly afraid of you—it's him—it's Sun Wukong!" the Bull Demon King shouted incoherently. "After Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago—the Jade Emperor knew—that one day—someone would inherit Sun Wukong's power—someone would return—"

"Get to the point."

"The Moonlight Box—the Moonlight Box isn't just a tool for time travel—it is a key left behind by Sun Wukong—it can open something—something beneath Five Finger Mountain—!"

Goten's pupils shifted slightly.

"What thing?"

"I don't know—I really don't know—only the true successor can open it—the Jade Emperor sent the Heavenly Soldiers to capture you just to stop you—"

Goten was silent for a moment.

Then, he retracted his fist.

"Go."

The Bull Demon King was stunned.

"Huh?"

"If you come back again—" Goten turned around, "—I will blow your head off with one punch."

The Bull Demon King scrambled away, rolling and crawling.

The sky was almost bright.

The moon set, and the eastern horizon began to pale.

The glow of the Moonlight Box dimmed, returning to an ordinary purple.

Goten knelt beside Zixia, tightly wrapping the wound on her shoulder with strips of cloth. The bleeding had stopped, but her face was as pale as paper.

Zhi Zun Bao limped over, clutching his chest—he had broken two ribs when the Bull Demon King threw him earlier.

"Is she... going to be okay?"

Goten shook his head: "She needs a doctor... but the doctors in this world... I don't know if they can treat the wounds of an immortal."

Zhi Zun Bao fell silent for a moment, then said:

"I know someone who can cure her."

Goten looked up at him.

"Lingtai Square Inch Mountain," Zhi Zun Bao said—his expression complex—he did not know why he had spoken that name. "When he possessed me just now, he showed me that place."

Goten gripped the Moonlight Box tightly.

"The Moonlight Box showed me that place too," Goten said softly. "Patriarch Bodhi—the only person in this world who can teach me true combat."

He stood up, carrying Zixia on his back, and looked toward the horizon where the sky was turning pale in the east.

"How do we get there?"

Zhi Zun Bao pointed toward the west.

"That way—it's very far. A five-day journey."

Goten nodded.

"Alright."

Carrying Zixia, he began to walk toward the west, step by step.

Zhi Zun Bao stood where he was, watching Goten's retreating figure, and suddenly felt that this youth was far more powerful than he had imagined.

It was not a power of strength.

It was his heart.

Zhi Zun Bao looked down at his own hands—the hands he had used just moments ago to grip a wooden staff and charge at a ten-zhang giant bull.

He smiled and followed after him.

Above the ruins, four massive Demon Kings lay scattered in different directions.

In the distance, the first ray of dawn lit up the horizon.

A new journey had begun.

Let's go. We're going to find Patriarch Bodhi.

What awaited them ahead—no one knew.

But Goten knew one thing—he would definitely become stronger. Strong enough to fear no one. Strong enough to protect everyone. Strong enough to find the way back home...