Havoc in Heaven (Part 2)

Both sides fought fiercely and inconclusively. Just when everyone thought this battle would continue, the appearance of a single person changed the battlefield.

Old man Celestial Emperor, you finally showed your face! This old Sun thought you were going to play the coward all the way!

Holding his Golden Cudgel, Sun Wukong looked at the arriving Xu Feng with a bit of surprise, not expecting him to actually come out on his own.

Monkey demon! Do not be presumptuous!

Tang Wulin was a very filial person. Ever since father and son recognized each other—especially after being appointed to such an important official post by his father—he had always wanted to repay him, but never had the chance. He absolutely would not allow anyone to show disrespect toward his father.

However, Xu Feng reached out to stop him, a playful smile even carrying on the corners of his mouth. Toward this Great Sage Equal to Heaven who was creating Havoc in Heaven, he felt no anger at all; instead, he felt a sense of gratification.

"Wukong, you plundered the Dragon Palace, you barged into the Netherworld, and you even turned my Celestial Court upside down with your ruckus. Why don't you tell me, what on earth do you want to do?"

"Hmph! This old Sun wants to be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven! My abilities reach the heavens, with the Seventy-Two Transformations and the Somersault Cloud—which of these is not a unique skill in heaven and earth? But look at you, you appointed me to such a small official post as a Bimawen! Is this old Sun here to herd horses for you? Aren't you looking down on this old Sun!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Having studied under the Patriarch for many years, diligently practicing through countless days and nights to forge heaven-shattering and earth-collapsing abilities, in the end he only got the title of horse-herd. How could he swallow this insult!

"Hahaha! Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Good, good, good. If you can leap out of my palm, I will let you be this Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

Xu Feng suddenly raised his head and laughed, his laughter carrying a trace of paternal affection. That look in his eyes was just like watching a naughty child throwing a tantrum.

He extended his left hand, and Sun Wukong leaped onto it without hesitation. Standing in the palm, he even deliberately stomped twice, his face full of smug triumph. "Good! It's a deal! You can't go back on your word!"

"I won't go back on it, I won't go back on it." Xu Feng smiled and shook his head, completely portraying the image of an old father playing along with a child.

"Then this old Sun is off!"

With a somersault, Sun Wukong flipped out and flew straight away. He flew past the clouds, flying continuously straight ahead, until he finally crashed into a pillar.

"It looks like this is the pillar that props up the sky! No, I must leave a mark, lest that old Celestial Emperor renege on his debt."

As he spoke, he plucked a strand of hair, blew on it, and transformed it into a huge writing brush. Dipping it fully in ink, he wrote "The Great Sage Equal to Heaven was here" on the pillar. After finishing, he even blew smugly on the ink marks and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, with a flip of his body, he flew back with another somersault. Landing in front of Xu Feng, he akimboed and puffed out his chest. "Old Celestial Emperor! This old Sun has already flown to the ends of the horizon and even left writing there! Do you dare follow me over to see it!"

"Hahaha, Wukong, you might as well turn around and look."

Subconsciously turning back to look, Sun Wukong saw clearly that right upon the index finger of Xu Feng's left hand were written the words: The Great Sage Equal to Heaven was here.

"Today, Master will teach you another move—what is known as the Palm-Universe Buddha Kingdom!" Xu Feng's expression suddenly turned solemn. With a flip of his left hand, his entire left hand transformed into a towering, massive mountain, crashing down with a boom to suppress Sun Wukong directly beneath its base.

Unable to move an inch under the crushing pressure, Sun Wukong looked at the Celestial Emperor's face, those eyes, that tone... His eyes suddenly widened. "Master! Wukong was wrong! Wukong knows he was wrong!"

He finally understood that the Celestial Emperor was his master, only having changed into a different outfit.

Standing at the peak of the mountain, Xu Feng looked down condescendingly at Sun Wukong, who was pinned beneath the mountain and unable to move. "Just stay at the base of the mountain and reflect properly. In five hundred years, someone will naturally come to release you."

With this, this theatrical performance of the Havoc in Heaven came to an end. Everyone and every deity understood: no wonder a soul beast could become so strong in such a short period of time; in the end, it turned out to be someone nurtured by the Celestial Emperor himself.

As for Xu Feng himself, he was even more speechless and unable to understand what his future self was doing. He was playing the Patriarch over there, acting as the Celestial Emperor over here, and even had Wukong deliberately go make Havoc in Heaven, all while turning it into the Five Elements Mountain.

There was no Western Buddha in this world, nor were there any scriptures that needed fetching; why on earth go through the trouble of making such a fuss?

Douluo I Spacetime

"I finally understand why those Great Emperors didn't make an appearance. After all that fuss, this was entirely a family affair!"

"Who's to say it wasn't? But the Celestial Emperor's level is simply too fierce! Not only is his own strength terrifying, his teaching level is also this strong! In just over a decade, he can teach someone capable of creating Havoc in Heaven!"

"Right, if you exclude those Great Emperors, the remaining combat strength of the Celestial Court was truly beaten through, and this was only after teaching them for a dozen-odd years."

"If only I were fortunate enough to become a disciple of the Celestial Emperor."

For the era of Douluo I, having a good teacher was extremely important. Many talented geniuses began daydreaming: what if the Celestial Emperor came over to play next time and took them in as disciples?

Douluo II Spacetime

"I knew it! Relying purely on one's own cultivation, how could anyone cultivate to such a terrifying degree!"

King of Hundred Beasts sprang up instantly. If the other party had simply cultivated entirely on his own, then they certainly would have lived in vain, but the other party had the Celestial Emperor as a teacher. Various heavenly treasures were probably eaten from childhood, and it would have been abnormal if his cultivation speed had been slow.

"Still, a master is a master after all; he suppressed him so effortlessly."

Bi Ji looked at Sun Wukong pinned beneath the Five Elements Mountain. Although it looked like a punishment for a disciple, this punishment wasn't considered all that severe for soul beasts—it was merely a span of five hundred years.

Furthermore, a day in heaven was a year on earth, and these five hundred years were still calculated according to the underworld. In other words, as far as the Celestial Court was concerned, he was locked up for about a day and a half before being released.

"Plundering treasures in the Dragon Palace, wreaking havoc in the Netherworld, and tearing up the Book of Life and Death, only to be sentenced to a day and a half. He really dotes on this disciple to the extreme."

Yaoling was now a member of the Netherworld and knew what kind of vital treasure the Book of Life and Death was. Yet such a treasure was torn to shreds, and the result was a sentence of a day and a half. His Majesty truly doted on his disciple to the absolute limit.

Douluo III Spacetime

"After all that fuss, it was all a family affair. As expected of the Celestial Emperor, that move of the Palm-Universe Buddha Kingdom was truly too fierce! A world was directly formed right in the palm of his hand!"

"This is a disciple of his own family after all. If you changed it to someone else and they did these things—even just one of those fence-sitting stunts—they'd probably already be buried half a person high."

"I don't know if it's my imagination, but why do I feel like the Celestial Emperor treats this disciple even better than his own son? And he even taught and nurtured him since childhood."

"You even dare to say such words. Have you got a death wish?"