Journey to the West: Signing in for 500 Years-Chapter 509 - 503: My Master is Sha Chen [Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets]_1

Chapter 509: Chapter 503: My Master is Sha Chen [Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets]_1

The White Bone Demon sneered. "Heh, you’re only realizing it now? How laughable."

The Nine-headed Dragon was instantly terrified. "Indeed! You really are connected to Ao Lie and the others. Who—who are you exactly, and where do you come from?" He was filled with both anger and fear, but dread was his dominant emotion. How could an ordinary demon know such a heaven-defying technique like the Heavenly Splitting Palm? It was one thing for Ao Lie to know it, but for a random demon to know it as well? Inconceivable.

The White Bone Demon declared, "Listen well. I am the White Bone Demon of Three Corpse Cave."

She did not reveal Sha Chen’s name, as he had forbidden it. Behind her loomed a massive void, and at its far end was Sha Chen himself, observing everything.

In fact, Sha Chen himself was quite intrigued, as he rarely used the Void Wormhole to learn about or communicate with the outside world. This Void Wormhole was rather fragile, a temporary construct of his. If someone with significant power were to step into it, the passageway would shatter. Therefore, Sha Chen had no worries about someone exploiting a vulnerability. At the same time, he could also use the Void Wormhole to do as he wished and convey his will. This time, he simply watched what was happening outside, while the outside world remained unaware of his presence.

For example, the Nine-headed Dragon was clueless that Sha Chen was at the other end of the Void Wormhole; he thought it was just a temporary spatial passageway, nothing more.

Hearing the White Bone Demon state her name, the Nine-headed Dragon frowned. "Never heard of you." He genuinely hadn’t, but he also hadn’t anticipated that the White Bone Demon would be so formidable.

The White Bone Demon sneered, "It doesn’t matter. You just need to understand that in my presence, you truly are insignificant."

The Nine-headed Dragon roared, "Don’t get carried away! You can barely contend with this king; your cultivation is still beneath mine!"

"Heh," the White Bone Demon laughed coldly. "I can use this Divine Power, and you seem to have seen others using it too. Haven’t you ever wondered who taught it to us?"

HISS.

The Nine-headed Dragon was truly frightened. His complexion changed dramatically. Frowning deeply, he stammered, "Wh-what are you saying? You mean this Divine Power wasn’t something one of you figured out and taught the others, but that someone else taught it to you?"

Princess Wan Sheng was also stunned. The other demons trembled with fear, uncertain of what to do.

The White Bone Demon said, "If I haven’t guessed wrong, the last two who used this Divine Power before you were the siblings Ao Lie and Ao Mengmeng, right? Heh, they’ve only scratched the surface. The true master of this Divine Power far surpasses your imagination, possessing power that can penetrate heaven and earth."

The Nine-headed Dragon was terrified. "Who are you talking about? Whose disciples are you?!"

The White Bone Demon sneered, "Actually, that person has a connection to you too. Who would have thought you’d forget him so quickly?"

The Nine-headed Dragon frowned deeply. He truly couldn’t recall any connection to such a formidable figure. So he said, "I don’t remember."

The White Bone Demon pressed, "Then do you remember Sha Chen from the Flowing Sand River?!"

The Nine-headed Dragon was taken aback.

Sha Chen, in the cave, also curled his lip. He had told that woman not to expose him, yet she still had. This was going to be a disaster for him.

The White Bone Demon hadn’t revealed his name by accident; she had done so with clear intent. She needed Sha Chen’s name to resonate far and wide. Sha Chen could maintain a low profile, but it was imperative that others knew of his existence.

Flowing Sand River?! The Nine-headed Dragon was baffled. Princess Wan Sheng was also at a loss. The other demons were just as bewildered. This is overseas, they thought. The Flowing Sand River is just some inland river. How could it compare to us?

HISS.

The Nine-headed Dragon and the other demons all felt a jolt in their hearts, suddenly recalling a legend. It was said that inland, there was a Flowing Sand River, within which resided a demoted general of unparalleled strength who had caused countless masters to meet their doom. Neither the Heavenly Court nor Buddhism could touch him. Even when Tathagata Buddha, Zhenyuanzi, and a host of other immortals made their moves, none could set foot across the borders of the Flowing Sand River.

Could it be... that Ao Lie and the White Bone Demon came from the Flowing Sand River? The Nine-headed Dragon pondered. That name, Sha Chen... it seemed somewhat familiar. He furrowed his brows, genuinely feeling a sense of familiarity but unable to remember when he had encountered the name.

Princess Wan Sheng, whose memory was better, shivered uncontrollably. Her face turned pale as she said, "Great King, Sha Chen from the Flowing Sand River... he sounds like that demoted general from the Heavenly Court we originally intended to target."

The Nine-headed Dragon still looked confused, completely unable to recall.

Princess Wan Sheng then explained, "Initially, Marshal Tianpeng and the Black Bear Spirit were captured by us. Later, a Jade Rabbit Spirit also came to our Luanshi Island; she too was captured and tormented by us."

The Nine-headed Dragon nodded; he had some recollection of these events. Because the Jade Rabbit Spirit was somewhat attractive.

Princess Wan Sheng continued, "Later, Tianpeng repeatedly claimed to be sworn brothers with Sha Chen of the Flowing Sand River, telling us not to provoke him. But we paid him no heed and even sent men to stir up trouble at the Flowing Sand River."

The Nine-headed Dragon said, "There was such a thing. So what?" He snorted. "This king recalls that Sha Chen of the Flowing Sand River was merely the Heavenly Court’s Great General for Folding the Curtain—a mere True Immortal. What power could he possibly wield?"

Princess Wan Sheng trembled. "Great King, you are mistaken! That Sha Chen is no True Immortal. He is overwhelmingly powerful! The men we sent—some were Golden Immortals, others Greater Primordial Golden Immortals—all of them were wiped out!"

The Nine-headed Dragon seemed to finally realize the gravity of the situation.

Princess Wan Sheng continued, "You mentioned the Black Bear Spirit running rampant in the Demon World. He has already reached Pinnacle Daluo; his strength is no less than yours, Great King."

"That is true." The Nine-headed Dragon frowned. He was aware of it; indeed, the Black Bear Spirit was on the rise. This was why he had been lying low, desperate to avoid the Black Bear Spirit’s attention. The Black Bear Spirit was a rising prodigy, blazing like the midday sun, while he himself was a fading power, like the sun dipping below the western hills. Naturally, he would hide upon encountering him.

Princess Wan Sheng hadn’t finished speaking when the White Bone Demon chuckled, "That Black Bear Spirit is also one of us."

HISS.

At this, the Nine-headed Dragon was thoroughly jolted, his eyes bulging, terror-stricken. "You—you’re saying that the Black Bear Spirit, along with you, Ao Lie, and the others... all of you are from the Flowing Sand River..."

The White Bone Demon shouted fiercely, "Silence! You are not qualified to utter my master’s name! Kneel immediately and offer your head in apology. Otherwise, you’ll be skinned alive, your tendons ripped out, and you will not die a good death!"

The Nine-headed Dragon became furious. But he was both afraid and angry. He feared the White Bone Demon’s origins, yet his pride got in the way; he couldn’t bear to lose face in front of his subordinates. Such a reprimand from the White Bone Demon made him lose considerable face.

He snorted coldly. "Insolence! Utter insolence! How dare you be so arrogant? So what if you’re from the Flowing Sand River?"

The White Bone Demon retorted with a cold snort, "You dare ask ’so what’? My master is Sha Chen! You tell me, ’so what’?!"

The Nine-headed Dragon snorted again. "So what if it’s him? Rumor has it he’s a coward, a shrinking turtle hiding in the Flowing Sand River, never daring to come out!" He then leered at the White Bone Demon. "You followers who tag along with him are utter fools. You, on the other hand, are quite a beauty. Why not follow me instead? This king will undoubtedly grant you pleasures so intense they’ll make you feel like you’re dying and ascending to godhood all at once."

Princess Wan Sheng nudged the Nine-headed Dragon disapprovingly from the side.

The Nine-headed Dragon snorted, "Well? Have you considered my offer?"

The White Bone Demon laughed coldly. "You have some nerve, daring to speak ill of my master. Aren’t you afraid he’ll hear you and smash you into pulp?"

The Nine-headed Dragon laughed heartily. "It’s not like he can hear us. And even if he did, so what?"

The White Bone Demon chuckled, pointing at the Void Wormhole in the sky behind her. "What do you think lies at the end of this Void Wormhole?"

The Nine-headed Dragon scoffed, "So what if it leads somewhere? Don’t tell me it actually connects to the Flowing Sand River!?"

The White Bone Demon snapped her fingers. "You actually guessed right."

HUM.

From within the Void Wormhole, a powerful presence surged forth, peerless and overwhelming.