The bottomless pit appeared very suddenly.
From the outside, it looked like nothing, just another of the countless caves beneath Black Wind Mountain.
However, from the inside, it was incredibly eerie and unfathomable.
And for good reason.
This bottomless pit was deeper, darker, and longer than the Black Wind Cave where the Black Bear Spirit resided, comparable to a Black Wind Abyss.
Beyond that, what truly sent shivers down one's spine were the walls covered in indecipherable ancient demonic and ancient shamanic script.
The characters twisted and writhed, possessing an extreme allure. They had not weakened with the passage of time. Instead, they preyed on Guanyin Bodhisattva's apprehension, disturbing her soul, flesh, and spirit.
It was not just Guanyin Bodhisattva, who had not improved in over five hundred years and was ignorant of ancient shamanic and demonic formations, talismans, and scriptures.
Even a Quasi-Saint, without the protection of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, would find it difficult to maintain clarity.
After all, the one who could leave behind such extensive ancient demonic and shamanic writings and formations must have had cultivation comparable to, or even surpassing, a current Quasi-Saint!
"You trash dare to block this Bodhisattva?"
"Although this Bodhisattva does not possess a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, with the Pure Glazed Bottle alone, I can surely make you demons and monsters unable to hide."
"Charge!"
At first, Guanyin Bodhisattva felt herself uncontrollably plummeting, falling tens of thousands of feet. Though the forces controlling and bewitching her intensified, she laughed in defiance. Confidently, she took out the Pure Glazed Bottle, intending to use the willow branch within to sprinkle the supreme pure glazed water and purify the place.
To assert her position as the foremost of the Four Great Bodhisattvas, she didn't even consider stopping her descent first.
Soon.
Her arrogance was met with its just deserts!
The supreme pure glazed water, which was usually effective, was utterly useless against these seemingly weak ancient demonic writings and ancient shamanic formations.
Instead, because she had disturbed some unknown entity, a roar echoed from the unfathomable depths below. A terrifying pressure, countless times stronger than hers, directly shattered both the willow branch in her hand and the Pure Glazed Bottle.
Guanyin Bodhisattva was instantly stunned!
Only then did she realize something was amiss. While pain coursed through her, she let go of the fragments. Struggling desperately, she summoned her mount, the Golden-Maned Lion.
"Guanyin Bodhisattva… damn it, you bring me out in this terrain, aren't you just making me a scapegoat?"
"Oh heavens, why are all you Buddhas from Spirit Mountain so unreliable? This is how we were made fools of by the Great Sage Sun back then, and now again…"
"No, I don't want to be the scapegoat. The terrifying pressure from the monster below is unimaginable, and survival is unlikely."
A comical scene unfolded.
Because Guanyin Bodhisattva had mistreated the Golden-Maned Lion for years, before she could truly make it a scapegoat to bear the brunt of the pressure, the Golden-Maned Lion roared and intended to flee.
His thinking was sound.
But alas, ever since they followed the Sect Leader Tongtian and suffered defeat in the Investiture of the Gods tribulation, only to be captured and made mounts by Guanyin Bodhisattva and others, they had lost their autonomy.
Not to mention that a wisp of Guanyin Bodhisattva's divine consciousness controlled him, like a remote bomb ready to detonate at any moment.
Even without that, Guanyin Bodhisattva had cultivated to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm over the years, while he was merely a mid-grade Golden Immortal.
How could he escape?
"Beast!"
"This Seat allowed you to cultivate here for free for many years, and you show no gratitude, daring to desert! Such a beast deserves to die."
"You lowly creatures are meant to be cannon fodder and scapegoats. This is the best ending for you demons and monsters."
"Come back here!"
Seeing that she was about to be abandoned by the Golden-Maned Lion, and the second wave of terrifying pressure was about to be released from below, Guanyin Bodhisattva no longer cared about the reputation of Spirit Mountain.
Her Bodhisattva demeanor was completely gone.
She cursed the Golden-Maned Lion for being ungrateful, fabricating a moral obligation, and momentarily stunned him.
At the same time, she unleashed a golden light, immobilizing the Golden-Maned Lion. She then committed an act no less ignoble than his.
She grabbed the Golden-Maned Lion with one hand, dragged him down to block the disaster, and then stepped on his head, intending to use him as a springboard to return to the surface.
She thought this would easily get her out of trouble.
But she did not expect.
The Golden-Maned Lion was crushed by the terrifying pressure, his body and soul, his three souls and seven spirits, and even his true spirit, were all annihilated.
Even she, Guanyin Bodhisattva, was about to leap out of the cave when, suddenly, the terrifying pressure forcibly pulled her back.
Only then.
Could Guanyin Bodhisattva clearly see the appearance of her captor.
It was a headless giant.
In the Immortal Realm, he would not appear particularly remarkable, except that his eyes were represented by two breasts. At most, he would be considered a monster with peculiar tastes.
However.
Guanyin Bodhisattva, having once been a disciple of the Chan Sect, remembered who he was just before being knocked unconscious by him.
Her heart filled with terror.
Her pleas for mercy were ignored.
Because.
This headless giant was none other than Xing Tian, the second-generation leader of the ancient shamanic tribes, and the foremost general under Chi You during the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors!
"This is impossible!"
"This is unscientific!"
"Back then, the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, one of the Three Sovereigns, led my three religions and nine schools to slay Chi You and his eighty-one great shamans. Not a single one escaped."
"Even Xing Tian's head was severed, his body scattered and suppressed in various locations. How could he…"
"Could it be that the second battle between the Dao and Demon caused the seal to fail?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva's analysis was finally correct.
But Xing Tian, hearing this, felt no admiration for her. He merely chuckled, knocked her unconscious, and dragged her to this abyss, billions of miles below.
Nothing else could be seen.
Nor could anything be heard.
She only vaguely sensed a faint heartbeat emanating from the depths of the abyss.
Chi You's heart!
...
At the same time.
Sun Kong and his disciples were, of course, unaware that a Guanyin Bodhisattva, eager to claim credit, had suffered immense bad luck, angering the ancient shamans and being hung up as a trophy.
Currently, finding the journey monotonous, he chatted with Jin Chanzi and Nezha, deliberately spreading some conspiracy theories from the "Journey to the West" fandom of the Blue Star era to frighten the Six Ding and Six Jia.
The most famous of these.
Was the one that linked the Investiture of the Gods, Journey to the West, and the Classic of Mountains and Seas, among other myths and legends.
It asserted that the Wu and Yao tribes were also behind the Journey to the West!