Screencasting of All Worlds Starts from Dragon Ball

After the South Pole Immortal reluctantly compromised with their demands, he left with the White Deer Spirit in a hurry with a slightly embarrassed look. The White Deer Spirit was dejected, completely devoid of his former arrogance, as if he knew that he was about to face severe punishment. As for the fox spirit, it was soon mercilessly imprisoned by the Demon Alliance. Since the White Deer Spirit came to the world, he took in a white-faced fox as his daughter, and after careful planning, he presented her to the King of the Bhikkhu Kingdom. Since then, the White Deer Spirit has transformed himself into the father-in-law of the king, and he is very impressive.

The white-faced fox and the king of the Bhikkhu Kingdom reveled day and night, and the scene was extremely extravagant. She continued to absorb the king's essence and yang energy, making the king weaker and weaker day by day. The king's face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and his body was so weak that he seemed to faint at any time. He lay quietly on the dragon bed, his eyes empty and confused, and his heart was full of regret and annoyance for everything he had experienced.

The king looked at Xuanzang and the others, knowing that these gods would be able to save him from the water. He stretched out his hand slowly, trembling, and said in a weak voice: "Holy monk, please save me. I was deceived by the monster and made a big mistake. Now it's too late to regret."

"Hmph, you old fool, you've been blinded by that vixen, indulging in beauty all day, and having your energy sucked away. You even want to use a child as a medicine. I think you deserve it." Sun Wukong's eyes were wide open, as if burning with anger. He slammed the golden cudgel in his hand, and the ground shook slightly, making a dull and powerful sound, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with the king's actions.

The king of the Bhikkhu Kingdom was ashamed, and tears welled up in his eyes, full of regret and self-blame. He choked and said, "Elder, please don't blame me. I know I was wrong now. I just hope that the holy monks and the gods can save me once."

"I can save you, but you must pay for it." Lot looked at the King of the Bhikkhu Kingdom with cold eyes. The look seemed to penetrate the king's soul, making the king's heart tremble.

The King of the Bhikkhu Kingdom asked anxiously: "Please tell me, Immortal, I am willing to bear any price." His voice was full of eagerness and desire, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Give up your throne and join the human race of the Tang Dynasty. Soon my allied forces will take over the Kingdom of Bhikkhu. You are obsessed with beauty, neglecting government affairs, and using children to make medicine, which is even more crazy. You are so old, but you still live a life of drunkenness and debauchery. I will punish you to the point of incapacity, what do you think?" Roth's words were cold, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing the king's heart. He stared at the king of the Kingdom of Bhikkhu with a sharp gaze, and the king dared not look directly at his majestic aura.

The face of the King of the Bhikkhu Kingdom turned pale instantly, like a flower attacked by frost. He trembled slightly, his eyes full of struggle. "Everything else is fine, but this is unbearable. This... Immortal, can you change the punishment? I will double my atonement." The king begged bitterly, his voice full of despair and helplessness, like a child lost in the dark.

Roth snorted coldly, his voice full of majesty and determination. "You have committed such a serious mistake, and you still want to bargain? This punishment is the lightest. If you don't accept it, then you will be left to fend for yourself, and we will no longer care about the affairs of your country of monks."

The king's face turned pale when he heard this, as if the end of the world had come. He knew that he had no way out. After a long while, he sighed, and the sigh was full of helplessness and regret. He said, "Forget it, forget it. The immortal is right. I deserve this punishment. I accept it."

Roth made a spell with his hands, his movements were smooth and mysterious. A green light shot into the body of the King of Bhikkhu like a meteor, the light was dazzling, as if it contained infinite power. The King of Bhikkhu's body changed rapidly, his blood and energy were instantly restored, like a dry land ushering in a sweet rain. His hair began to turn from white to black, and every strand of it exuded vitality and energy. His skin also became tighter, and he looked ten years younger, and the whole person looked like a middle-aged man.

The king of the Bhikkhu Kingdom was shocked. He never expected that he would become younger. His eyes were filled with surprise and joy. However, he soon remembered the punishment he had received, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He quickly stood up and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Lot repeatedly: "The immortal has great magical powers. I will obey the immortal's orders and change my past mistakes."

At this time, Xuanzang stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, now that you have been cured, you should cherish this opportunity, do good deeds from now on, and seek the welfare of the people."

The king nodded solemnly, his eyes revealing a firm determination. "Don't worry, holy monk, I understand my mistakes and will do my best to make amends."

Sun Wukong curled his lips, showing a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. "Hmph, you'd better keep your word, otherwise my golden hoop will not agree."

The king hastily reiterated his position, his voice full of awe. "Don't worry, elder. I will never make a mistake again."

Afterwards, the king began to arrange his abdication. He summoned his ministers and solemnly announced his decision. The ministers looked at each other in surprise, but they also understood that the king's decision was correct. The king said that he would join the Tang Dynasty and become a part of the human race.

After receiving the order from Roth and his men, the Tiandi Demon God Linghui Alliance Army, which was a hundred miles outside Xiaoer City, immediately took action. The army was mighty, with flags flying, like a torrent of steel. They marched in neat steps towards Xiaoer City. Along the way, their morale was high and their demeanor was awe-inspiring. They successfully took over Xiaoer City and incorporated it into the territory of the Tang Dynasty. The people of Xiaoer City cheered and were full of hope for the future.

"Didn't you say you wanted to punish that foolish king? Why did you make him younger?" Zhu Bajie muttered, his round face full of confusion.

Roth raised his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. He said, "This may seem like a reward, but it is actually a deeper punishment. Although he looks younger, I said that he should be impotent. You know, his physical desire is very strong now, but he is impotent. When the fire of desire is ignited, it cannot be extinguished. How uncomfortable it is. Burning in fire is nothing more than this. Isn't it a punishment?"

"You are so cruel." Zhu Bajie said with a frown, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Roth, however, looked calm and responded slowly: "This is not cruel, but to make him truly realize the heavy price of his mistakes. Otherwise, how could he remember the lesson deeply and turn over a new leaf?"

Sun Wukong was thinking about something, and after a moment he said, "Humph, although the method is a bit cruel, it is not without reason. If the king had not experienced such hardships, he would probably repeat the same mistakes in the future."

Xuanzang sighed slightly and said, "Amitabha, everything has its cause and effect. I hope he can understand the true meaning of life through this punishment and truly be kind-hearted."

"If he truly changes for the better, the spell I cast on him will be lifted.

As time went by, under the protection of the Tang Dynasty and the governance of the Linghui Alliance, the Kingdom of Bhikkhu gradually regained its former vitality and prosperity. The people were full of hope for a new life. They worked hard with happy smiles on their faces. In the fields, the wheat waves rolled, as if telling the joy of the harvest. The golden ears of wheat shone in the sun, like a golden ocean. The farmers waved their sickles, their clothes soaked with sweat, but their hearts were filled with joy.

The streets are bustling with people. There are all kinds of goods on display, and the vendors are shouting. Children are playing on the streets, and their laughter echoes in the air. They are chasing butterflies, with innocent smiles on their faces. The elderly are sitting at the door, basking in the sun, enjoying this quiet time. They are filled with emotion as they look at the prosperous scene before them.