Purple Spirit Peak.
Li Changsheng and the others, who were observing the disciple-acceptance ceremony, looked up to see dozens of spatial caverns appear in the heavens, from which a dark-gold tide began to surge forth madly.
Looking closer, the dark-gold tide churning through midair was clearly composed of countless tiny crimson-gold insects. Their fangs were sharp, their teeth vicious, and their bodies were as hard as metal and stone.
What was even more terrifying was that they stretched boundlessly without end. Wherever they passed, even towering mountains were devoured completely.
"It's the Gold-Devouring Insect Swarm!"
"One of the world's ferocious insects! Hard as iron, devouring everything! Once gathered into a swarm, it is simply unstoppable!"
"Run! A great calamity is upon us!"
"Look! The ancestor of the Heaven Origin Sect, True Person Qianyuan—he has come for revenge!"
Some cried out in alarm, some fled in panic, and some trembled in fear. The once orderly plaza began to descend into chaos.
Those disciples without cultivation were shielded behind their family elders. Gazing up at the insect swarm filling the sky, their hearts turned cold with terror.
Having witnessed such a scene, they could be considered to have one foot in the cultivation world. The strong preyed upon the weak; reckonings and vengeance occurred at every moment.
If one wished to become a lofty powerhouse, life and death would always walk beside them along the way.
"You old bastard, you still dared to come knocking on our door!"
At the mountaintop, Sun Wukong's eyes gleamed like brilliant stars. The Golden-Hooped Staff slowly appeared in his palm, and his figure shot into the sky in an instant, stepping beyond the sect-protecting grand formation.
Facing the Gold-Devouring Insect Swarm that swept wildly across the sky, there was not a trace of fear on his