Arrival at Biqu Country

The nine Bat-Winged Guards were stunned when they suddenly saw a giant appear in the forest. What was going on? They didn't have time to think and flew towards the giant, only to see the strange giant gathering power with both hands, unleashing a "Kamehameha!" Boom— The Havok of the Kamehameha sent the nine Bat-Winged Guards flying, scattering them like kites with broken strings! The Earth God's face turned deathly pale. "How... how is this possible?!" He had witnessed the ferocity of these Bat-Winged Guards firsthand, yet now they were all being driven to their deaths by a mere youth! The black bat wings were scorched with energy, leaving charred holes, and the foul-smelling demon blood traced nine dark red trails in the air. Fang Yu's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan clearly captured the fact that although these demons were blasted and their flesh was torn open, they managed to adjust their posture before hitting the ground. The most severely injured had only broken a few bones and were now using their claws to scratch the rock face to slow their descent. "Indeed... the demons of the Journey to the Journey to the West World have explosive physical strength." So "thick-skinned"! Fang Yu gained a new understanding of the enemies in the Journey to the Journey to the West World! However, he had no intention of letting these nine Bat-Winged Guards go! "Compound Immortal Technique - Crimson Flame Spiral Sword!" Fang Yu clasped his hands together, and blazing flames intertwined with sharp sword energy, transforming into a spiraling, flaming giant sword that roared towards the Bat-Winged Guards falling to the ground! "Whoosh—!" The Crimson Flame Spiral Sword accurately struck two of the Bat-Winged Guards, instantly severing them! The flames, like a malignant sore, spread wildly along the wounds, burning the monsters to charcoal in the blink of an eye! However, the remaining Bat-Winged Guards quickly rose after landing, and their burned wounds slowly healed under the impetus of their demonic power! Fang Yu's eyes sharpened, and he raised one hand! "Raigo!" In an instant, dark clouds filled the Sky Manipulation, and violent lightning poured down like a waterfall! "Boom—!" The blinding lightning illuminated the entire mountain forest in a ghastly white light, and the Bat-Winged Guards, enveloped by the lightning pillars, let out a shrill roar! Their demonic bodies twisted and shattered in the lightning, ultimately turning into charred remains! However, Fang Yu did not let his guard down, his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan locking onto the battlefield. Sure enough, one of the Bat-Winged Guards's charred corpses trembled slightly, its Demonic Aura not yet completely dissipated! "Not quite dead yet?!" Fang Yu frowned, about to deliver the finishing blow, when he sensed surging Demonic Aura in the distance, clearly indicating a large number of demons were heading this way! "Tsk, troublesome!" He snorted coldly, no longer wanting to fight, his figure transforming into a bolt of lightning that shot into the sky, instantly disappearing into the clouds! Only the Earth God remained standing there, staring in shock at the direction Fang Yu had left, muttering to himself, "Just who is this kid?!" After crossing the Lion Camel Ridge border, where acid rain fell year-round, Fang Yu's boots had worn through. Throwing away his shoes, he squatted by the stream and washed his face with water. The face reflected in the water was even more haggard than a beggar's, with high, chiseled cheekbones and sunken eyes like a skull. Only the Golden Flames burning in his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan proved the terrifying power hidden within this body. "Three hundred li further east," Fang Yu wrung out the sweat seeping from his tattered clothes, "We should reach the Biqu Country." Three days later, at dawn, the outline of the city walls finally appeared in the morning mist. Red silk hung on the blue brick walls, and caravans came and went at the city gate. The shouts of peddlers could even be heard across the moat. Several little girls chased and played with candied hawthorns, nearly knocking over an old man's tofu stall. This scene was so normal it was chilling, and Fang Yu, who had experienced similar things in the Lion Camel Country, felt somewhat uncomfortable. But this was all an illusion. Because in the so-called Biqu Country, there were hardly any little boys left. And in Biqu Country, being a boy was a matter of life and death. If a pregnant woman gives birth and sees that she has given birth to a boy, then she's doomed; she'd rather give birth to a piece of barbecued pork. This is because the Wang Ye repressed, riding foxes all day long. He listened to the advice of his father-in-law and decided to use the hearts of 1,111 boys as a medicinal ingredient. Boys in this country are like those in a war-torn land; children never grow up. Looking at the frolicking girls and the passing merchants, Fang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile. "Eighty-one tribulations?" he muttered to himself, "How ironic these so-called 'calamities' are; how many of them are traps personally set up by the Heavenly Gods and Buddhas?" He thought of the tragic state of the Lion Camel Country, of the people devoured by monsters, of the infant corpses soaking in buckets of swill; anger burned again in his chest. Fang Yu narrowed his eyes. "The king of Biqu Country wants the hearts of 1,111 boys as a medicinal ingredient, and that so-called 'father-in-law' is nothing more than a white deer under the command of the Antarctic Immortal Elder." He sneered, "These high and mighty gods, enjoying the incense offerings from the mortals while allowing their mounts and attendants to descend to the mortal realm as demons, harming the people—is this what they call 'compassion'?" Fang Yu's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. "The Golden-Winged Great Peng is the Tathagata's uncle, the Azure Lion White Elephant and White Elephant are the mounts of Manjushri and Samantabhadra, the Yellow-Browed Monster is Maitreya Buddha's attendant, the Jade Rabbit Spirit is Chang'e's pet, and even the father-in-law of this Biqu Country is the Antarctic Immortal Elder's mount!" He grew angrier as he spoke, his voice low but carrying the force of a thunderbolt. "These monsters descended to the mortal realm to wreak havoc, eating human flesh and drinking human blood, causing immense suffering to humankind. And what about the gods? They just stood by coldly in the heavens, waiting for the 'calamities' to accumulate before hypocritically stepping in to clean up the mess, calling it 'tests' or 'trials'!" A hint of mockery flashed in Fang Yu's eyes. "Tests what? Tests whether mortals can survive in the hell you've created? Tribulations? Tribulations you yourselves created?" He looked up at the Xiang Tian, as if he could pierce through the clouds and look directly at those high and mighty gods and Buddhas. "Where were you when the Lion Camel Country was littered with corpses? Where were you when the boys of the Biqu Country had their hearts ripped out? Where were you when the children by the Tongtian River were used as sacrifices?" Fang Yu's voice grew colder and colder. "Oh, I see. You're waiting, waiting for Tang Sanzang disciples to pass by, waiting for the 'tribulations' to accumulate enough, waiting for the play to be over, before you come out to clean up the mess and earn some merit and incense offerings, right?" He suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down the spine of a passing peddler, who quickly quickened his pace to avoid him. "What a fine eighty-one tribulations. What a fine Journey to the West scriptures," Fang Yu murmured. "So the so-called 'tribulations' are nothing but a play directed and acted by you gods and Buddhas, and mortals are merely props on your stage." He took a deep breath, the golden flames in his eyes burning even brighter. "Since that's the case, then I'll play along with you! I'll destroy all the schemes you've created along the way!" With that, he straightened his tattered clothes and strode towards the city gate of the Biqu Country. "The white deer of the Antarctic Immortal Elder, is it?" Fang Yu sneered inwardly. "The king wants 1,111 boys as the medicinal ingredients for Wei Ge, is that right?" "Fine!" Fang Yu gritted his teeth. "I'll just kill them for your king! Let's see how you commit these atrocities!"