All Heavens: Start with a Heavenly Dao Building

"Thank you, sir!"

Sun Wukong said, straightened up, walked to a leather sofa beside Mr. Tiandaolou and sat down.

Chen Qilin glanced at him and said, "Sun Wukong, congratulations on reaching the ninth level of the Golden Immortal Realm!"

"Sir, this is all because of the powerful magical powers and immortal methods you have given me!" Sun Wukong said truthfully.

If it weren't for the [Supreme Great Saint Art] given by Mr., with only the Great Heavenly Immortal Art, he would not be able to reach the ninth level of the Golden Immortal Realm even if he practiced for 100,000 years.

Chen Qilin smiled and did not continue the topic, but asked: "Why did you come to my Tiandao Tower today?"

Sun Wukong stood up and said without hiding anything:

"Sir, according to the projection you showed me before, I know that the journey to the West is about to begin.

I am very upset about this matter. I must destroy the journey to the West, and I will never let those people in the West get any benefits.

However, with my ninth-grade cultivation in the Daluo Jinxian realm, I can't defeat Jie Yin and Bodhi at all.

And it is basically impossible to achieve the realm of a saint with my own strength.

So, I came here today to ask you to guide me, so that I can break through to the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian (saint) in a short time.

If you can help me achieve this goal, you can take as much blood as you want!"

Chen Qilin looked at Sun Wukong and said, "Aren't you afraid of being an enemy of the entire West?"

"Sir, I have offended them and become an enemy of them after I refused to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace and did not act according to the requirements of those bald donkeys!" Sun Wukong said.

Chen Qilin nodded and said to himself, "That's right!"

However, he did not immediately answer Sun Wukong whether he could help him become a saint quickly.

Chen Qilin secretly asked the system how many legendary Tiandao points he would need to pay to the system if he helped Sun Wukong become a saint quickly.

[Ding! If the host helps Sun Wukong, he needs to pay 800 million legendary Tiandao points! You can draw up to 50,000 milliliters of Sun Wukong's blood in installments! ]

Chen Qilin frowned when he heard the voice.

I didn't expect to pay so many legendary Tiandao points to the system.

But, there is a saying that the wool comes from the sheep.

Chen Qilin looked at Sun Wukong and continued:

"Okay, I can help you! But you have to pay 50,000 milliliters of blood as a price.

Of course, I can slowly draw your 50,000 milliliters of blood over decades, and it will not affect your cultivation!"

Sun Wukong was very happy after getting the affirmative answer from the master.

He knew that with the master's promise, he would be able to quickly improve his cultivation to the realm of a saint.

Then, the revenge against the West can be started.

Sun Wukong said excitedly: "Sir, you can help me become a saint. Not to mention 50,000 milliliters of blood, even 100,000 or 200,000 milliliters of blood is no problem. Please draw it!"

As he said that, Sun Wukong rolled up his sleeves and revealed his hairy arms.

Chen Qilin looked at the other party's eager appearance, smiled slightly and said: "Okay!"

After speaking, his mind moved.

Buzz~

A small vortex condensed out, slowly rotating, emitting light and turning into a light needle.

Puff~

The light needle pierced into Sun Wukong's arm and drew blood.

Chen Qilin looked at the bright red blood, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but look forward to it.

I don't know how much each milliliter of blood is worth after Sun Wukong's cultivation reached the ninth level of the Daluo Jinxian Realm.

Not long after, the cold and unfeeling system sounded slowly.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully extracting 5000 ml of Sun Wukong's blood. Currently, it is impossible to extract more. Another 5000 ml can be extracted after at least half a year. The remaining blood can be extracted in installments.

Now, each ml of Sun Wukong's blood can be exchanged for 100,000 legendary Tiandao points.

If all the blood is exchanged, the host can get 500 million legendary Tiandao points. 】

Chen Qilin was very satisfied when he heard it.

He still remembered that when he extracted Tathagata's blood, each ml could only be exchanged for 50,000 legendary Tiandao points.

This shows that Sun Wukong's strength is far stronger than Tathagata.

Of course, Sun Wukong is still far away from challenging the existence of the level of Jie Yin Dao Ren and Bodhi Patriarch.

Under the saints, they are all ants.

Sun Wukong has not become a saint. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a bigger ant.

How could Sun Wukong be a saint's opponent?

After Chen Qilin extracted the first 5000 ml of blood, he waved his hand and a beam of light containing terrifying energy flew out. In an instant, it turned into a rune and sank into Sun Wukong's mind.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong felt that he was in a vast ocean composed of the truth of the great way.

The truth of the great way was so rich that it almost suffocated people.

If he could absorb a part of it, it would be enough for him to successfully impact the realm of the saint.

Chen Qilin said lightly: "Sun Wukong, after you absorb the truth of the great way, the rules of heaven and earth in this world can no longer restrict you. There is no problem in impacting the realm of the saint!"

Chen Qilin was telling the truth.

With his current cultivation in the realm of the Saint Emperor, he has long surpassed the heavenly way of the prehistoric world.

In front of Chen Qilin's way, the heavenly way of the prehistoric world can only bow down.

Sun Wukong was very excited when he heard what the master said.

Plop!

The monkey knelt down, dong dong dong, he kowtowed to Chen Qilin three times in a row: "Thank you, sir, for giving me the true meaning of the great way and helping me become a saint!"

Chen Qilin smiled and said: "Okay, you get up!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Sun Wukong stood up.

Chen Qilin glanced at him and said: "Go back and absorb it well, and become a saint as soon as possible. Remember the other 45,000 milliliters of blood, I will extract it in installments every year in the future."

"Of course!" Sun Wukong said: "Then I'll take my leave first!"

He also wanted to return to Huaguo Mountain as soon as possible and achieve the realm of a saint as soon as possible.

After speaking, Sun Wukong flew out of the Tiandao Tower and rushed towards Huaguo Mountain.

Chen Qilin looked at the other person's back, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and muttered to himself: "It seems that the West is in big trouble this time!"

...

At the same time.

The West, the Paradise.

For some reason, the Taoist Jieyin felt a palpitation.

This situation was the first time he had seen it since he became a saint. He frowned and said to himself, "Could it be that something bad is going to happen to my Western world?"

After speaking, Jie Yin Taoist began to deduce the secrets of heaven by counting his fingers.

However, Jie Yin Taoist could not figure out anything.

He could only give up.

The Bodhi Patriarch in the Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon on the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain also felt uneasy at this moment.

This strange feeling made him very uncomfortable.

After the calculation, there was no result.

The two Western bigwigs, the Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp and the Tathagata Buddha, felt suffocated and were all horrified.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for dozens of breaths.

However, the two Daluo Jinxian realm beings were already sweating profusely.

The Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp and the Tathagata Buddha hurriedly went to find the leader Jie Yin Taoist to ask about this matter.

However, when the Jie Yin Taoist saw them, he did not say anything.

The Jie Yin Taoist did not know what happened specifically.

He just warned Tathagata and the others that for the next period of time, the powerful people in the Western Paradise should keep a low profile and be low-key!

Do not act high-profile and arrogant.

As for those Western Buddhas of lower levels, they did not have such palpitations.