"Huang Feng Ridge, eight hundred miles, teeming with rats armed with sniper rifles. Starting with three Gatling guns, leaving no room for fate to escape."
In the mountains, a hoarse, raspy voice howled, scaring birds back to their nests and sending beasts into hiding. No one dared to show themselves.
The Great King Yellow Wind stood at the entrance of Rat Hole, performing morning exercises while singing nostalgic tunes about his glorious past.
The Great King Yellow Wind was a reborn individual.
In his previous life, he was an orphan, a mechanical design graduate in his thirties, single and unmarried—just an ordinary person.
At that time, "Black Myth: Wukong" was released and became an instant hit.
He bought it as soon as it came out.
Unfortunately, the Great King Yellow Wind had no gaming talent. After dying 100 times to rat snipers, he angrily kicked his computer case.
Unexpectedly, his kick hit the power strip, and he tragically electrocuted himself. When he woke up, he had become a small rat.
To his surprise, he found himself in the world of Journey to the West.
What's more, his parents weren't ordinary rats but carried the bloodline of the ancient Moon-Swallowing Rat, which had turned them into spirits.
Under their protection, the Great King Yellow Wind grew up safely, relying on the Moon-Swallowing Rat bloodline within him to embark on the path of demonic cultivation.
But the good times didn't last.
One day, the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain swept through the mountains, purging demons. To protect him, his parents lured the Buddhist soldiers away.
The Great King Yellow Wind hid deep underground and narrowly escaped death, but his parents never returned.
"Thirty years!"
In his dark golden eyes, a shadow of resentment and hatred flickered.
He had been hiding here for thirty years.
Using the techniques his parents left behind, absorbing the essence of moonlight and the world's spiritual energy every night, he had finally undergone transformation the previous night.
"Still, it's not enough. My current strength is only that of a minor demon. I'm still far from being a demon immortal."
The Great King Yellow Wind felt the pressure.
In this Journey to the West world, the Heavenly Court, Spirit Mountain, and the Underworld were the true rulers.
They controlled the Three Realms and Six Paths, as well as the Four Continents, with spies like mountain deities and earth spirits everywhere.
Moreover, beings like Patriarch Bodhi and Master of the Divine Land carved out their territories, monopolizing sacred mountains and holy lands for cultivation.
As for the demon race...
He recalled his parents' words:
"Demons are hated by the heavens. Their path to cultivation is severed. While humans can ascend to immortality in a hundred years, demons require a thousand."
Furthermore, the Heavenly Court, the Buddhist Sect, and the mighty ones alike despised rogue demon cultivators without powerful backers, often slaughtering them at will.
Thus, the Great King Yellow Wind could only stay hidden in his cave, cultivating secretly.
Apprentice under a master?
Don't be ridiculous.
Unless you're a natural-born demonic saint like Sun Wukong, you'd be lucky to escape being skinned, boned, and turned into pills or potions.
And even Sun Wukong himself was thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace by Lord Lao Zi! It was only thanks to his own resilience that he survived.
Any other demon would've been annihilated.
Even the so-called demon immortals and great saints who joined other factions rarely learned true skills, as the powerful were reluctant to pass on their secrets.
Some demon saints even collaborated with immortals and Buddhas, betraying their own kind for immortality.
It was better to study on your own.
Of course, his primary concern was his weakness. He feared that if he stepped out of Huang Feng Ridge, he'd be captured and cooked by other demons before he even reached the Human Realm.
"Transforming feels so different!"
Standing upright, the Great King Yellow Wind had the body of a human but retained his rat-like features. Covered in white fur, he was slender and about 1.8 meters tall.
Having just undergone his first transformation, he retained many demonic traits. He remembered his parents mentioning that to fully shed his demonic form and attain a Dao Body, nine transformations were required. They had even collected books on this and were researching methods to create a feasible technique.
The Great King Yellow Wind, with nothing better to do, had continued their studies.
He stretched his body, channeling demonic energy. His right hand gleamed as claws extended with a "shing," sharp as daggers.
Pouncing forward, he swiped at the stone wall, leaving five deep gashes as though slicing through tofu.
Landing lightly, he leaped again, unleashing five claw strikes that effortlessly felled a tree as thick as a man's embrace.
Then, he exhaled a beam of moon essence, which shot like an arrow, piercing a thousand-pound boulder ten meters away before exploding it with a resounding crash.
Satisfied, he thought to himself, "A human form is so much more agile. The demonic body is just too clumsy."
Suddenly!
A strange sound resonated in his Sea of Consciousness. He froze and quickly closed his eyes, focusing inward.
In his Sea of Consciousness, an ocean of boundless waves stretched beneath a bright moon, its light illuminating the world.
Above it, a golden, illusory door slowly opened, emitting a strange celestial melody.
"Sing your destiny beyond the heavens, stand steadfast as one chosen by fate."
"To those who reclaim destiny, the blessings of Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow descend. You have obtained the Divine Term System."
In an instant, a divine beam of light fused into his Sea of Consciousness, flooding him with knowledge.
By cultivating and learning, you can awaken innate terms. By defeating or killing enemies, you can plunder their terms."
"Additionally, once every 360 days, you may upgrade a term."
"Terms obtained can be used by yourself or bestowed upon others."
"Term levels: White, Blue, Red, Purple, Gold, Five-Colored, and Black (negative effect)."
The Great King Yellow Wind quickly grasped the system's mechanics, his eyes gleaming with joy.
Has the chance to change my fate finally arrived?
The blessings of Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, though delayed, had come at last!
"This is amazing!"
Suppressing his excitement, he checked his own status:
[Name: Great King Yellow Wind]
[Race: Demon · Moon-Swallowing Rat (1%)]
[Realm: Qi Transformation · Shapeshifting]
[Technique: Moon-Swallowing Technique]
Terms: Mandated Person (Gold), Archery Mastery (White), Critical Hit (White), Diligence Makes Up for Inadequacy (White)]
[Mandated Person (Gold): You are one who steals destiny, standing outside the Three Realms and Five Elements. Your fate is inscrutable.]
Archery Mastery (White): You are proficient in all forms of archery, including bows and firearms.]
[Critical Hit (White): Focus your intent to locate an enemy's weak point and deal double damage.]
[Diligence Makes Up for Inadequacy (White): Your hard work compensates for some lack of talent. Without fortuitous encounters, your life as a demon will be mundane.]
Scratching his head, the Great King Yellow Wind muttered, "One gold and three whites? These terms seem pretty basic. Am I really that mediocre?"
Looking at the archery-related terms, he felt bewildered.
"Archery Mastery and Critical Hit? But I've never even touched a bow! This is so weird…"
He recalled the nightmare of being sniped into oblivion by rat snipers in "Black Myth: Wukong".
Hiss!
What a nightmare!
Could it be that the rats of Huang Feng Ridge are born with a talent for wielding sniper rifles?
Should I test it?
Returning to the depths of the Rat Hole, where traps filled with miasma and toxic water abounded, he passed through his well-defended labyrinth. At the deepest chamber, he opened a stone door to reveal a lavish underground mansion, complete with redwood pillars, corridors, exotic flowers, and flowing streams.
He entered the Armory, filled with weapons collected by his parents. They were well-maintained, thanks to his regular cleaning.
As he searched the corner, he uncovered a chest containing a White Bone Bow carved from bone. Touching its cold surface, he felt a strange familiarity, as if the bow belonged in his hands.
Beneath the bow were three bone arrows, each as thick as a thumb and matching the bow perfectly. However, these arrows were specially crafted and irreplaceable, making them too precious to waste.
Just as he was about to craft wooden arrows for practice, a sudden chime from the wind chime alarm system echoed in his ears.
Then came a loud roar that reverberated through the cave:
"You filthy rat! Get out here! Today is the day you die!"
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