Chapter 95

"Looks like I'm about to be lectured," Yang Zhen said with a light laugh. "How annoying!"

The Bull Demon King ignored Yang Zhen's contempt and continued, "The Seventh Brother once told me that you are his brother! But just as he was suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain by the Heavenly Court, you went to serve as a deity in the Heavenly Court. Don't you feel ashamed? Or are you just someone who craves power and position?"

"Say whatever you want. You and I are not on the same path, and neither is Sun Wukong. As the saying goes, those who do not share the same ideals cannot work together. It's best you don't meddle in my affairs," Yang Zhen looked at the Bull Demon King, showing no regard for his provocation.

"I see you have no words to defend yourself," the Bull Demon King mocked.

"..." Yang Zhen fell silent for a moment, then countered, "What about you? What is your goal, or rather, your ideal?"

The Bull Demon King replied coldly, "Of course, it is to lead the demon race to restore the glory of the ancient times, to occupy the Heavenly Court, and to rule over the three realms."

"Hmph! With your abilities!" Yang Zhen sneered. "Your intelligence, vision, methods, and cultivation are all insufficient."

The Bull Demon King did not get angry at Yang Zhen's mockery, nor did his expression change.

The Bull Demon King's appearance was rough, and his behavior was wild and bold, but to think he was impulsive would be a grave mistake. Beneath his rough exterior, he had a meticulous heart. He was not as straightforward as he appeared, but was full of cunning.

In fact, both the Bull Demon King and Yang Zhen understood that today's battle would likely end in a stalemate. Yang Zhen, due to the insufficient spiritual power of the Golden Python Shears, could not kill them both in one move. The Bull Demon King, on the other hand, was wary of the Golden Python Sheers in Yang Zhen's hands and did not dare to easily engage in battle with him.

In short, both sides had their reservations, and the best outcome would be to call it off.

"Even if my current abilities are insufficient, I will grow. One day, I will lead the demon race to restore the glory of the ancient times," the Bull Demon King said with confidence.

The Lion Demon King, hearing the Bull Demon King's words, looked at him with admiration, clearly having decided that the Bull Demon King was the one he would follow for life.

Since witnessing Yang Zhen's strength, the Bull Demon King had always wanted to recruit him to his side. Moreover, Yang Zhen was also a demon, and the Bull Demon King believed that by awakening Yang Zhen's deep-seated sense of honor for the demon race, he could certainly get Yang Zhen to join his side.

"You are also a demon. Why join the Heavenly Court? With your demon identity, you will never be heavily relied upon in the Heavenly Court," the Bull Demon King continued. "Only when the demon race reclaims the Heavenly Court will we have good days. You should know that in ancient times, the Heavenly Court was controlled by our demon race. What I am doing is just to reclaim what belongs to us."

Yang Zhen shook his head and sighed, "It seems you haven't recognized the bigger picture, nor yourself."

The Bull Demon King asked coldly, "Then what is the bigger picture you speak of?"

"I just mean that with your mere Golden Immortal cultivation, what can you change? Do you really think you can defy the heavens?" Yang Zhen asked.

The Bull Demon King said, "Perhaps my current cultivation is low, but what about ten thousand years from now, or even a hundred million years from now? As long as I persist, I believe my dream will eventually come true. I will strive for my dream, so what about your dream?"

Yang Zhen was taken aback, seemingly not expecting the Bull Demon King to have such ambition and perseverance.

"Then I wish you success!" Yang Zhen said with a smile. "But we are not on the same path."

In this world, Yang Zhen had no sense of belonging to the Heavenly Court, the demon race, or even the Buddhist and Taoist sects. A person's worldview is established during their formative years, and it is difficult to change once it is set.

In this world, Yang Zhen truly recognized only a few people.

Since this world was a mythological world created by people from his previous life, Yang Zhen often used theories from his past to analyze this world.

To become a sage, one must have the Primordial Purple Qi. In the beginning, the Daoist Ancestor Hongjun in the Purple Mansion gave the last Primordial Purple Qi to Red Cloud, but Red Cloud was killed by the Ancestor of the Netherworld and Kunpeng. Since then, the last Primordial Purple Qi has been missing, with no news of it.

This Primordial Purple Qi was Yang Zhen's goal.

But finding it would likely take countless years. As the Bull Demon King said, it might take ten thousand years or even a hundred million years to find this Primordial Purple Qi. By then, the world of the Primordial Chaos would have undergone countless calamities, and only those with supreme strength could safely navigate through all the tribulations.

Before that, everything Yang Zhen did was to enhance his strength.

Yang Zhen's memory of the future only extended to the Journey to the West. As for what happened after the Journey to the West, Yang Zhen knew nothing.

But the Journey to the West was not a major calamity of the Primordial Chaos. It was merely a product of the flourishing of the Buddhist sect after the Sealing of the Gods. The Buddhist sect wanted to spread its teachings to the Southern Continent, so they planned the Journey to the West. The Human and Esoteric sects, owing a favor to the Two Sages of the West after the Sealing of the Gods, had to support the Journey to the West openly while secretly trying to prevent it.

Thus, the Journey to the West, a strange yet logical event, came into being.

"It seems we can't come to an agreement," Yang Zhen sighed softly, his figure drifting backward. "This time, let it be. The matter in the Northern Sea is over, and the Golden Python Shears are mine. If the Python Demon King still wants them, let him come to me. Bull Demon King, I hope we meet again, and when we do, I will make you admit defeat."

Thinking of the Bull Demon King's fate after the Journey to the West, Yang Zhen said softly, "Bull Demon King, take care."

With that, Yang Zhen transformed into a white light and flew toward the Northern Sea Dragon Palace.

Seeing Yang Zhen's figure disappear, the Bull Demon King touched the Banana Leaf Fan in his sleeve and sighed. This time, he was completely suppressed.

The Banana Leaf Fan, though wondrous, lacked offensive power. It could repel Yang Zhen, but it could not defeat or kill him.

"Brother!" Seeing Yang Zhen leave so brazenly, the Lion Demon King was extremely frustrated. Their side had mobilized three Great Sages, yet they returned empty-handed. The Monkey Demon King was beaten and fled, and he and the Bull Demon King did not dare to act due to the Golden Python Shears in Yang Zhen's hands. It was truly humiliating.

"A temporary setback is nothing. We can settle the score another day," the Bull Demon King consoled.

However, after today's battle, the Bull Demon King also witnessed the power of magical treasures. Thinking of the Golden Python Shears' ability to destroy everything, the Bull Demon King could not help but feel excited. If he had such a treasure, the outcome of today's battle would have been different.

Once this thought appeared, it could not be stopped. For the next few hundred years, the Bull Demon King embarked on a quest to find magical treasures.