Regarding this matter, before Sun Kong truly made a move, the Six Saints and Zhen Yuanzi each had their opinions. While different, none of them were optimistic about Sun Kong.
"A mid-stage Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal challenging a mid-stage Quasi-Saint?"
"Unless they've gone mad, this is absolutely impossible."
Laozi held this view.
"Transcending three minor realms and one major realm, this is indeed possible."
"However, to challenge a mid-stage Quasi-Saint with the cultivation of a mid-stage Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal? That's highly unlikely. The difference between a Quasi-Saint and those below them is not much less than the difference between a Quasi-Saint and a Saint."
Yuanshi Tianzun pondered.
"My son's madness is worsening. Back then, he could shock the Primordial Three Realms with his Holy Water Soup, and the Six Saints, merely because they saw it for the first time."
"Actually, wouldn't it be good to just quietly embark on the Journey to the West without courting death? Why must he insist on clashing with a powerful figure like Immortal Zhen Yuanzi?"
Empress Nuwa thought this in her heart.
"Isn't this Monkey Sun too ignorant?"
"Zhen Yuanzi already lost considerable face by confining Qing Feng. Why must he push for a heavier punishment? Doesn't he know that Zhen Yuanzi leans half towards my Western Teachings?"
The Two Saints of the Western Teachings were constantly considering the allocation of benefits. As for anything else? It wasn't a problem at all; it could only be that Sun Kong's brain had issues!
"I don't care whether Sun Kong, this mid-stage Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal, perishes, or if that Zhen Yuanzi, the Quasi-Saint, is injured. All I want is for both of them to die."
"It would be even more glorious if they took Guang Chengzi, He Xiangu, and others with them before they die."
Tongtian Jiaozhu considered this, the green light in his eyes increasingly deviating from the original demeanor of the leader of the Jie Teachings, appearing more like a demon.
...
When it was Zhen Yuanzi's turn, before Sun Kong actually attacked him, before he uttered that cry of "Oh my god!"
He would never have believed that anyone would dare to challenge him with the mere cultivation of a mid-stage Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal.
Because, this was not only a vast difference in realms in a physical sense, but also a gulf in cultivation that was difficult for ordinary people to imagine.
Simply put.
If the difference between a Saint and a Perfected Quasi-Saint was one hundred million times.
Then, the difference between a low-stage Quasi-Saint and a Perfected Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal was no less, at least a hundred times.
The difference between a mid-stage Quasi-Saint and a low-stage Quasi-Saint was at least a thousand times.
The difference between a high-stage Quasi-Saint and a mid-stage Quasi-Saint was at least ten thousand times.
And the difference between a Perfected Quasi-Saint and a high-stage Quasi-Saint was at least a million times.
Within the great realm of Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal, the difference between Perfected and High stage was even fifty times, and the difference between High and Mid stage was twenty-five times.
Calculated this way, the gap between Zhen Yuanzi's mid-stage Quasi-Saint and Sun Kong's mid-stage Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal was at least a staggering 125 million.
Excluding Zhen Yuanzi's less proficient killing abilities, tenfold.
Further excluding factors like Sun Kong's ability to shock the Primordial Three Realms, the Six Saints, challenge the Heavenly Dao, his exceptional courage, and profound foundation, a hundredfold.
Finally, there was at least a terrifying gap of 125,000 times.
This did not even include Zhen Yuanzi's "Book of Earth."
With such a vast difference, how could Sun Kong turn defeat into victory, how could he be so confident, and why would he say, "If the punishment is not active enough, it will inevitably provoke a killing intent"?
...
Finally, the moment arrived when Sun Kong swung his Chaos Golden Cudgel and smashed down fiercely.
And the moment finally arrived when Zhen Yuanzi's thought of "125,000 times" was immediately slapped in the face, immediately became a miscalculation, and he had to cry out "Oh my god!"
Initially.
Sun Kong swung the Chaos Golden Cudgel, unleashing a force hundreds of times more terrifying than the original Golden Cudgel, smashing repeatedly against Zhen Yuanzi's outer defenses.
There was no discernible advantage.
Indeed, Zhen Yuanzi was worthy of being a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.
Although he hadn't activated the "Book of Earth," his physical body, cultivated over several kalpas, endured hundreds of thousands of terrifying strikes from Sun Kong's furious assault in an instant.
It seemed as though the advantage was his.
In reality, Sun Kong hadn't exerted much effort. He was merely using the Chaos Golden Cudgel as a vanguard to probe the depths.
After estimating the defensive capabilities of the mid-stage Quasi-Saint Zhen Yuanzi, finding it less than a tenth of his Innate Chaos Technique,
Sun Kong then put away his smile, retracted the Chaos Golden Cudgel, and took out his true ultimate weapon.
The Journey to the West Gatling!
"Hmm? What is this strange spiritual treasure? It's shaped like a piece of firewood. Could it be that this Monkey Sun, seeing that his Golden Cudgel couldn't break my defense, is resorting to desperate measures?"
"Alas, it's not that I, this great immortal, am bragging, but my physical body, while not comparable to the ancient Wu Clan or the Ancestral Dragon and Sacred Qilin of the Dragon-Han Era, is still not something a monkey demon like him can contend with."
"The reason I didn't punish Qing Feng too harshly was not just for face, but to keep him around, so that in the future, he could help you, this Monkey Sun, complete the eighteenth tribulation, at the Five Villages Monastery."
"Why does this Monkey Sun not appreciate my painstaking efforts at all?"
"Do you really think you can shock the Primordial Three Realms and the Six Saints with your strength? Is your monkey brain underdeveloped, and you're seeking death?"
Upon seeing the peculiar-looking spiritual treasure, the Journey to the West Gatling, whether the Six Saints were shocked or disdainful aside, Zhen Yuanzi, on his end, indeed felt a sense of contempt.
He had lived no less than the Six Saints.
He had witnessed countless strange occurrences.
Naturally, there were also tree spirits and firewood spirits. Among them, the most powerful tree spirits were probably the Ginseng Fruit Tree, the Peaches of Immortality Tree, and the Yellow Center Plum, and so on.
But he had never seen anyone actually use firewood to attack people.
Thinking this.
Zhen Yuanzi subconsciously prepared to persuade Sun Kong to retreat with good sense.
"Great Sage Sun, why must you go to such lengths? All the capable individuals in the Primordial Three Realms are watching this. If you embarrass yourself like this, how will you complete the Journey to the West in the future, how will you become a Buddha and an Ancestor, how will... Oh my god!"
As expected.
The moment Zhen Yuanzi was about to persuade Sun Kong, the firewood spiritual treasure in Sun Kong's hand—the Journey to the West Gatling—after subduing Wu Zhiqi in a battle that year,
Finally, it fired for the second time.
However.
The power of this discharge was even greater, instantly shocking this Zhen Yuanzi!
"Zhen Yuanzi, why must you also do this? All the capable individuals in the Primordial Three Realms are watching this. If you are so protective of your disciples, how will you spread your teachings in the future, how will you be a patriarch... Alas!"
"As the old saying goes, you cannot save Qing Feng's life. What I, Old Sun, say, you must obey. If you don't obey, you still must obey."
"If you truly refuse to obey until death, then that's fine. Try the taste of the bullets from my family's Journey to the West Gatling. This thing is much more delicious than Holy Water Soup."
"The only downside is that it's a bit heady and burns the brain!"