Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 411 - 317 Remaining Evils

Outside the Vast Wilderness, in the chaotic void, many Saint Emperors were besieged by two Chaos treasures and trapped in a crisis.

"Damn it, I’m going all out with you!" one Saint Emperor roared in anger, unleashing his strongest Divine Skills and striking ferociously towards the incoming Xuanhuang blade.

Boom!

With that hit, the Xuanhuang blade instantly dissipated.

Witnessing this, many Saint Emperors also made their moves.

But just then, the Dao Repository Pavilion and that quadruped cauldron began to shake violently once more; it seed as though they were responding to each other, directly emitting a ray of divine light.

Woosh!

The chaotic void shattered, and the Saint Emperor who had shattered the Xuanhuang blade perished, his body and Dao gone.

Seeing this, the Saint Emperors despaired.

It was too ferocious, a deathtrap indeed!

At this mont, those Supres in the chaos were also paying attention to all of this.

The Supre of the Buddhist Realm said solemnly, "If all these Saint Emperors were to fall, it would be a great blow to the situation in the chaos. Catastrophe will co, for the Saint Emperors are the central force against calamities, and we cannot afford to lose so many."

The other Supres agreed.

Thereafter, the Supre of the Buddhist Realm prepared to rescue them.

But before he could act, the quadruped cauldron outside the Vast Wilderness emitted another sound, sweeping across the chaos.

"The seal here has disappeared!" a Saint Emperor exclaid with imnse joy, as if he had survived a great calamity.

The remaining Saint Emperors fled for their lives as fast as they could.

For a mont, around the black quadruped cauldron, not a single creature could be seen; it seed to have beco a zone devoid of life.

"Why did those two Chaos treasures stop their attack? Could it be that they sensed we were about to intervene?" one of the Supres wondered.

If that were the case, then the threat posed by these two Chaos treasures would not be as great as they feared.

"It’s not that simple, have any of you noticed the number of Saint Emperors who just perished?" the Supre of the Dao Realm said gravely, "Exacly nine Saint Emperors were slain!"

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of the many Supres changed.

In the Vast Wilderness or in the Myriad Realms of chaos, the number nine holds extraordinary significance.

Nine is the ultimate number, and also the only one.

Why did exactly nine Saint Emperors perish?

There must be a problem here!

"I think that the Dao Repository Pavilion and that quadruped cauldron are not wary of us, but rather they operate on a certain rule, the secrets of these two Chaos treasures are definitely beyond our imagination."

"I’m curious, is soone manipulating these two Chaos treasures from behind the scenes?"

"If there indeed is soone pulling the strings, who could it be?"

Upon hearing these words, the Supres fell silent.

They have always stood at the pinnacle of chaos, as if they were the ones who made the rules, almost able to decide everything.

But now, a shadow had been cast over their hearts.

The ergence of the Dao Repository Pavilion and the quadruped cauldron suggested that sothing was there to suppress them.

This feeling was uncomfortable, yet it also gave them hope for ascension, a contradiction.

The Supre of the Blue Waves asked, "Could the Four-Legged Cauldron’s ergence be the great change in All Heavens that Yangi the Daoist spoke of?"

"We cannot be certain, after all, no one has been able to clarify how many Epochs Yangi the Daoist has lived through."

"Let’s wait and see."

The other Supres also expressed their own opinions.

...

The true Vast Wilderness, Mount Buzhou.

As cluster after cluster of Saint Emperor-level blood souls descended, Sun Wukong nodded in satisfaction.

That quadruped cauldron, of course, was his own bait thrown out for fishing.

The reason for slaying only nine Saint Emperors was actually a suggestion from the netizens of the Wisdom Web.

The goal was to use the special number nine to let the powerhouses in the chaos speculate wildly.

As the netizens said, the longer one lives, the more they speculate.

You don’t have to say anything, they will co up with many conjectures by themselves.

The Saints of the Vast Wilderness saw the great cauldron as well, each one of them gasping in amazent.

"As expected of Ancestral Martial, slaughtering Saint Emperors as if they were butchering chickens!"

They all knew that it must surely be the handiwork of Ancestral Martial Sun Wukong.

This Great Sage Equalling Heaven, without showing himself, stirred the chaos just with two sacred artifacts.

The Myriad Realms of chaos, having witnessed the siege of the many Saint Emperors just now, were even more shocked.

They increasingly revered the two Chaos treasures.

"Is it over?" soone regained their senses.

"Could that quadruped cauldron, like the Dao Repository Pavilion, also serve as a trial for the creatures of the Myriad Realms of chaos?"

"Unclear, such ominous items, how could we possibly fathom?"

This statent resonated with everyone.

Indeed, the Saint Emperors who had escaped, when they looked at the cauldron floating above the Earth Immortal Realm of the Vast Wilderness again, their eyes were filled with fear and wariness.

"What other sches might Ancestral Martial have?" thought the Demon King in his heart, "When Ancestral Martial acts, he sends shockwaves through chaos."

He was filled with admiration and also reflection, rembering the tis when they, the seven kings of the demon realm, could drink and revel together, but now he and the Jiao Demon King and others could only look up to Ancestral Martial.

"Is this Sun Wukong’s handiwork?" Yangi the Daoist, who was in so part of chaos, looked towards the Vast Wilderness.

At this mont, not only the Saints of the Vast Wilderness were wondering, but the many Supres and Saint Emperors in the chaos were also guessing.

Because they knew that one Chaos treasure definitely wasn’t the end of this great upheaval, but most likely just the beginning.

"Here it cos!" the Supre of the Dao Realm’s gaze shifted.

Dong!

The black quadruped cauldron sounded for the fourth ti, deeper and more resonant than ever, striking to the core of one’s heart.

Simultaneously, there was a ripping sound as if the endless chaotic void had been torn apart, with streams of Xuanhuang energy gushing out from the tear.

Dong, dong, dong!

Three more sounds as if from an ancient epoch, echoed through the Myriad Realms of chaos.

Then, a golden pillar of light fell from that rift.