The Heavenly Demon Emperor was defeated.
Defeated utterly and decisively, without even a struggle.
Regrettably, judging from the crumbling body, what died was not his true body but merely a clone.
However.
Gu Tianxing and the others were even more shocked.
If this was truly just a clone yet possessed such terrifying strength, wouldn’t the true body annihilate heaven, earth, and air itself when it arrived?
“This Heavenly Demon Emperor…”
Vice Alliance Leader Peng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, “Just how strong is he!”
“I don’t know.” The Grand Elder calmed down and looked at the unconscious Jun Changxiao, saying gravely, “I only know that Sect Master Jun is truly unfathomable!”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone agreed.
Especially when recalling the scene of him killing the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s clone with a single staff strike, the shock in their hearts grew even stronger.
Was this something a human could do?
No!
This was something a god could do!
When the Heavenly Demon Emperor arrived at the Crossing Heaven Realm and suppressed Gu Tianxing and the others with his aura, it was enough to prove that even his clone possessed fearsome strength. Yet he was instantly killed by Jun Changxiao with a single staff strike—that scene was absolutely shocking.
Leaving that aside.
Once news spread to the upper universe, it would definitely cause a massive sensation.
However, the more satisfying Jun Changxiao’s pretense had been, the more tragic his current convulsions were.
The martial dao world couldn’t issue account bans for cheating, hacking, or using substitutes, but since he’d obtained power that didn’t match his realm, he inevitably had to pay a price—this was the law of the martial world.
“What are you all standing around for!”
Gu Tianxing shouted, “Hurry up and carry Sect Master Jun back!”
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
The scene shifted as Vice Alliance Leader Peng and the others carried Jun Changxiao back to the Star Sea Alliance, foam flying everywhere, his face still convulsing—truly satisfying to behold!
…
“Creak.”
The tightly closed door opened, and Sun Bukong once again emerged wearing a white lab coat. He furrowed his brow, looking exactly like a doctor about to say “Sorry, we’ve done all we could.”
“How is he?” Hua Meigui asked urgently.
Sun Bukong said, “The Sect Master’s condition is not optimistic.”
“…”
Hua Meigui suppressed her panicked state of mind and asked, “Can I go in?”
“Yes.”
Sun Bukong removed his mask, looked up at the sky, and tearfully blamed himself, “It’s all because my medical skills aren’t good enough!”
“Wuu wuu wuu!”
Outside the courtyard, Liu Wanshi squatted on the ground crying.
While crying, she kept adding paper money to the brazier, choking out, “Sect Master, I’ll keep praying for you until you’re safe and sound!”
“…”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the others were in pessimistic spirits.
“Boom!”
Outside the courtyard, Ye Xingchen punched a tree trunk, his eyes splitting with rage as he said, “Heavenly Demon Emperor, just you wait!”
He had secretly sworn that if something happened to the Sect Master, he would remember this hatred until the day he became strong enough to personally kill that guy and comfort the Sect Master’s spirit in heaven!
…
Inside the spacious sickroom.
Jun Changxiao lay on the bed, his face pale.
Quite rarely, he lacked that extremely punchable cheap expression. Instead, from the haggard angle, he seemed very mature, very manly.
“The Heavenly Demon Emperor didn’t come for you, so why did you have to stick your neck out?”
Hua Meigui sat beside him, her hand resting on his, her tone carrying both sadness and a trace of reproach.
“Those readers of Little Duo don’t understand you—they just blindly criticize and mock you. I know you have unspeakable suffering in your heart, but you can’t prove yourself through near-suicidal methods.”
Hua Meigui spoke.
Jun Changxiao lay motionless on the bed like a vegetable.
From the current situation, being possessed by the mythical-level Monkey King from the secret realm had brought side effects far greater than using trump cards like the Difficult to Recover Blade.
Far, far greater.
Jun Changxiao remained unconscious for over half a month, still showing no signs of waking.
During this time, Hua Meigui took meticulous care of him, only hoping he could open his eyes and regain consciousness.
…
Inside the great hall.
Liu Sinan, Gongsun Hou, and other high-level members gathered together.
Because everyone wore worried frowns, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
“Everyone.”
Elder Wei said, “The Sect Master is injured and unconscious. We must carefully manage the sect and cannot allow any mistakes.”
“Yes!”
Everyone nodded.
“Should we consult Alliance Leader Gu again?” Liu Sinan asked.
“My father said…”
Gu Zhaoxi’s face was bitter as she said, “He’s powerless to help.”
After Jun Changxiao was carried back to the Star Sea Alliance, Gu Tianxing had personally examined him and concluded that his body was fine, but as for why he remained unconscious, he truly couldn’t figure it out.
To be precise.
Gou Sheng wasn’t sick—he was caught in side effects.
Just like how using the Difficult to Recover Blade in the past required being weak for a year or two, even summoning the world’s strongest physician couldn’t cure it.
…
With Jun Changxiao unconscious for so long, an oppressive atmosphere gradually shrouded the skies above the Eternal Sect. All the disciples could do was cultivate madly, train their lives away.
Become stronger!
Become even stronger!
Kill the Heavenly Demon Emperor and avenge the Sect Master!
The Eternal Sect already had a strong martial cultivation atmosphere, and now with Jun Changxiao lying unconscious in bed, the fervor was stimulated to the extreme once again.
When Ye Xingchen was annihilated by the Rhombus Empress back then, he was reborn carrying overwhelming hatred and trained relentlessly. Now every disciple and high-level member was like Ye Xingchen—everyone was Night Emperor!
…
“Cough…”
One night, a coughing sound came.
Jun Changxiao, who had been lying in bed for a full month, finally slowly opened his eyes. Intense pain instantly surged toward his consciousness sea.
He tried to lift his hand but found it was being held down.
Hua Meigui, who had been resting her head on it, noticed and quickly raised her head. Seeing Jun Changxiao’s eyelids flutter, her drowsiness disappeared and joy filled her heart as she said, “Husband has awakened!”
Her voice pierced the silent night, causing the disciples outside the courtyard to rejoice wildly.
“The Sect Master has awakened!”
“The Sect Master has awakened!”
Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying happily shouted while taking off the mourning clothes draped over themselves.
…
“Who am I?”
“Where am I?”
“What am I doing?”
Jun Changxiao, lying in the sickbed, muttered to himself.
After a comprehensive examination, Sun Bukong put away his medical instruments, puzzled. “The Sect Master’s body is fine—there’s nothing wrong at all.”
“Then why does he keep talking to himself?” Hua Meigui asked.
Jun Changxiao had been awake for several hours now, and she’d stayed by his side the whole time, yet he kept repeating those three sentences.
“Perhaps…”
Sun Bukong said, “His brain was stimulated and hasn’t recovered yet.”
“I remember now!”
“I remember now!”
Jun Changxiao suddenly sat up, slapping his forehead. “I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong! I live in the Water Curtain Cave of Flower-Fruit Mountain in the Aolai Kingdom! I’m going to fight my way to the Heavenly Court! I’m going to become the Jade Emperor!”
“…”
The disciples were speechless.
Isn’t this our Eternal Sect’s founding ancestor? The Sect Master must really be traumatized to be speaking such nonsense!
“Old Jade Emperor!”
Jun Changxiao jumped down from the bed and roared, “When I recruit troops and fight my way to the Heavenly Court, I’ll smash your Lingxiao Palace!”
The system said, “It’s over. The host has completely lost his mind!”
Only it knew clearly that when Monkey King possessed him, he brought terrifying combat power to the host, but after the substitute relationship was severed, the soul suffered severe backlash from being unable to withstand the high-intensity operation, causing him to substitute himself as the Great Sage.
Some might not understand—in other words, if the one possessing him at that time had been Xiang Yu’s heroic soul, Jun Changxiao might now be holding a sword to his own neck, shouting, “Though I die, I’m still the Hegemon-King of Western Chu.”