85: An experiment

Little Mount Sumeru was once the Daoist temple of Bodhisattva Lingji!

When Sun Wukong subdued the Yellow Wind Monster, or later borrowed the Palm Leaf Fan to extinguish the Flaming Mountain, Sun Wukong had borrowed the Wind-Stabilizing Pellet from Bodhisattva Lingji to subdue the strong winds.

It can be said that the entire pilgrimage team had received the favor of Bodhisattva Lingji.

Now, this mountain is no longer a Buddhist temple, but has become a place of slaughter. On the main peak, several fierce-looking fellows in steel armor are escorting the Bull Demon King, walking towards the summit under the escort of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

The Bull Demon King was covered in wounds, his eyes bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, and he even stumbled when walking.

As the head of the Seven Great Sages, possessing the Eight Nine Arcane Art and Seventy-Two Transformations, with a body like refined steel, and boundless energy, when had the Bull Demon King ever encountered such a situation?

Two huge iron rings, like handcuffs, bound his thick wrists. In the center of these iron rings was a green crystal stone, shining with a faint green light.

The old bull said nothing, climbing the steps one by one, thinking to himself, “I wonder what Materials these shackles are made of. Not only do they suppress my demonic power, but they also make me unable to exert any strength… ”

“Hurry up!”

The soldier in steel armor suddenly pushed the Bull Demon King's shoulder and said impatiently, “The Great Leader is still waiting…”

The old bull suddenly turned his head, his copper bell-like eyes glowing red, staring intently at him.

The soldier was startled and shrank his neck back. Then, as if feeling his Aura had been suppressed, he couldn't help but cough lightly and said sternly, “Hurry up, hurry up! You're a prisoner, yet you still dare to be arrogant? Do you believe I'll break your legs right now?!”

Saying that, he pulled out a futuristic-looking gun from his waist, aimed it at the Bull Demon King's leg, and was about to fire.

“Hehe…” The Bull Demon King narrowed his eyes, mentally adding this guy to his kill list, and turned to walk towards the summit.

His steps were unsteady, and he had no strength, but his pace remained incredibly firm. Only then did the soldier behind him swallow his saliva, put away his gun, and secretly marvel, “This guy has no strength left, yet his Aura is still so strong!”

Directly above was Bodhisattva Lingji's Daoist temple, consisting of more than a dozen palaces. From a distance, it didn't look large, just like rows of bungalows, and it seemed to cover only a few hundred square meters.

However, the closer they got, the larger those rows of bungalows became. By the time they were close, they had already transformed into huge palace-style buildings, with the unique circular domes of Buddhism appearing one after another, looking majestic and magnificent. Its overall area was probably not tens of thousands of square meters wide.

“This is the method of ‘Mustard Seed Containing Sumeru’… Hehe, no wonder this place is called Little Mount Sumeru. I didn't expect the mountain-guarding formation to still be usable!”

The Bull Demon King secretly praised the vast magical power of Buddhism. He suddenly sniffed and then looked into the main hall, a hint of surprise appearing on his face, but this surprise flashed across his face and then he continued to walk inside calmly.

“Soon, almost there… Hehe, Rakshasa, you've suffered. Once I see you, I'll have a chance to take you away…”

The Bull Demon King followed the soldiers, walking step by step inside. Soon, he saw two monsters encased in huge metal armor standing in the main hall. The Bull Demon King secretly calculated: They both have weapons that can emit beams of light, and they also carry knives and axes on their backs… Hmm, their Aura isn't strong, but I can sense hidden power in their chests… That should be the core of these things… Is it Mechanical Engineering (mechanics)? Or something else!

Walking further inside, he saw a huge iron cage standing in the very center. More than a dozen iron chains, thicker than a person's arm, bound the iron cage tightly. In the center of the iron cage, a beautiful woman in palace attire, though showing obvious signs of weariness, was sitting cross-legged, her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and sweat constantly rolling down her forehead, as if she was enduring immense pain. On her hands, she also wore the same shackles as he did.

“Rakshasa!”

The Bull Demon King could no longer remain calm. Seeing his wife's condition, which seemed even more painful than his own, he finally erupted, suddenly breaking free from the escorting soldiers and rushing towards the iron cage.

However, before he could rush out three steps, countless red fine lines suddenly fell from the air, piercing through the Bull Demon King's body like lasers.

Boom boom boom boom…

Countless flames erupted on his body. The Bull Demon King suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, kneeling on the ground, his entire body covered in tiny, pinhole-sized wounds.

A man in golden armor walked out and stood beside the Bull Demon King, a trace of unbearable expression on his face. He said faintly, “You'd best not move, otherwise, the next punch could kill you!”

The Bull Demon King looked up and glanced at him, only to see that this guy's armor, like the Taurus Saint Seiya he had encountered before, had black patterns, looking quite eerie.

“A warrior from the same system? Hehe, if I weren't restricted by these handcuffs, I could kill him in two moves…”

The Bull Demon King secretly calculated, then suddenly showed a bitter smile.

“Hehe, you must feel that you are a tiger fallen into the plains, bullied by dogs, right?”

A voice entered his ears, but it wasn't from this warrior.

Behind the iron cage, a short, hunched old man slowly walked out.

The Bull Demon King saw no Aura of a superior on him, but he saw the kind of wisdom in his eyes that only Saints possessed.

“Who are you?”

The Bull Demon King looked at the old man and said in a deep voice, “Why do you imprison my wife here? And what is your purpose?”

The old man chuckled, “Who I am is not important. Hmm, for you, you probably haven't even heard my name! Oh, Princess Iron Fan has not suffered any external harm, you don't need to worry about that… But her soul might not be so lucky, because now she is trapped in her own nightmare, unable to extricate herself. If you cannot enter the dream and rescue her, then she is as good as dead!”

The Bull Demon King gritted his teeth and said, “You used Rakshasa to lure me here. What is your purpose?”

“It's to save her, what else could it be for?”

The old man had a smiling face, but the Bull Demon King heard a hint of coldness and inhumanity in it.

“It won't be that simple!”

The Bull Demon King said, “You guys can even destroy the Three Realms. Would you capture me for such a small matter?”

The old man chuckled, “If you put it that way, then there is a bit of a purpose, but it's merely for an experiment, a… simple experiment!”