Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up:

"What is it?"

The Earth God shook his head:

"Even I, a humble god, do not know."

"That thing is sealed by Buddha's seal, and I can't detect it."

All I know is... that thing is related to that monkey.

Sun Wukong scratched his head:

"What does this have to do with me?"

He looked at Xuanzang.

Xuanzang nodded:

"That's why I brought you here."

"That thing should be taken out."

Sun Wukong grinned:

"Then what are we waiting for?"

He picked up the golden cudgel and smashed it on the ground.

boom!

The earthquake trembled.

Gravel flew everywhere.

At the foot of that mountain, a golden light burst forth from the earth!

Within that golden light, a five-colored stone floated silently.

Sun Wukong stared at the stone, his eyes wide open:

"This...this is..."

Xuanzang gazed at the stone:

This is where you were born.

"The five-colored stone on Flower and Fruit Mountain."

"The essence left behind by Nuwa when she mended the sky, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gave birth to you."

"Back then, when you caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Buddha suppressed you with a single palm strike, and also conveniently placed this stone under the foot of the mountain."

Sun Wukong was stunned.

He gazed at the multicolored stone, a complex feeling welling up inside him.

That is his root.

That's where he came from.

That was the beginning of everything for him.

He reached out and gently touched the stone.

The instant my fingertips touched the stone surface...

"Buzz!"

A soft chime.

The price of multicolored stones has skyrocketed!

Within that radiance, a figure slowly emerged.

The figure was dressed in palace attire, with a compassionate face, and surrounded by a radiant, multicolored glow.

Nuwa.

Sun Wukong shuddered:

"The...Goddess Nuwa?!"

Nuwa gazed at him, her eyes tender:

"Wukong".

"You've finally arrived."

Sun Wukong's eyes reddened:

"Your Majesty, how...how did you get here?"

Nuwa sighed softly:

"I've been waiting for you."

"I've waited for you for five hundred years."

Sun Wukong was stunned.

Nuwa gazed at the five-colored stone:

"This stone is what I left behind when I mended the sky."

"I placed you atop Flower Fruit Mountain for this very day."

"So that you can go down that path."

"So that you... can break this game."

Sun Wukong shuddered:

"Break...this game?"

Nuwa nodded:

"The great calamity of the Journey to the West is a predetermined fate of Heaven."

"But that destiny is the destiny of the Tathagata, not the destiny of sentient beings."

"He used the name of Journey to the West to practice absolute supremacy."

"What he wanted was not the eastward transmission of Buddhism."

"What he wants is to be the supreme ruler of Mount Ling, to have all Buddhas pay homage to him, and for all living beings under heaven to kneel at his feet."

Sun Wukong clenched his fist:

"Then what should I, Old Sun, do?"

Nuwa looked at him:

"You're already doing it."

"Follow him."

She looked at Xuanzang.

"Follow this monk."

"The path he chose is the true path."

"That path does not belong to Buddha, nor to the Heavenly Court, nor to anyone else."

"It belongs only to you."

Sun Wukong looked at Xuanzang.

Xuanzang also looked at him.

The two looked at each other.

Sun Wukong suddenly grinned:

"good!"

"I, Old Sun, will follow this monk!"

"Go all the way to the end!"

Nuwa smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it conveyed a sense of relief.

She looked at Xuanzang:

"Jin Chanzi"

"You've suffered."

Xuanzang put his hands together in prayer:

"Your Majesty is too kind."

"Through ten lifetimes of reincarnation, though the suffering was immense, it also allowed me to see many things clearly."

"I have seen the true face of the Buddha."

"I have seen the truth about Journey to the West."

"I've also clearly seen... the path I should take."

Nuwa nodded slightly:

"it is good."

"Then let's go."

She looked at the multicolored stone:

"Take this stone with you."

"It is your root, and it is your strength."

"It can help you get to the end."

Sun Wukong reached out and put the five-colored stone into his pocket.

The stone felt warm to the touch, like a beating heart.

He took a deep breath and looked at Xuanzang:

"Monk, let's go."

Xuanzang nodded.

The two turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Nuwa suddenly spoke.

The two turned around.

Nuwa gazed at them, her eyes deep and profound:

"This journey is fraught with peril, with little chance of survival."

"The Buddha will not let this go easily."

"Even the Heavenly Court wouldn't."

"The path you have chosen is a hundred times more difficult than the westward journey."

Xuanzang smiled slightly:

"This disciple understands."

Nuwa said:

"Then why are you leaving?"

Xuanzang nodded:

"Walk."

No matter how difficult it is, we must keep going.

"I have gone through ten lifetimes of reincarnation."

"What are you afraid of?"

Nuwa remained silent for a long time.

Nod slightly:

"it is good."

"Then let's go."

"If needed, you may come to Nuwa Palace to find me."

Xuanzang bowed deeply:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Sun Wukong also bowed:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Nuwa smiled slightly.

His form gradually faded and disappeared into the void.

At the foot of Five Elements Mountain.

The ground was covered with pebbles.

Xuanzang and Sun Wukong walked one after the other into the distance.

Sun Wukong touched the five-colored stone in his pocket and suddenly spoke:

"Monk, why do you think the goddess Nuwa would help us?"

Xuanzang thought for a moment:

"Because she also dislikes Buddha."

"Because she felt that all living beings should not live on their knees."

"Because she wanted to see if this game could be broken."

Sun Wukong scratched his head:

"So, I, Old Sun, am the one who broke the chessboard?"

Xuanzang smiled slightly:

"It's not just you."

"It's me, it's you, it's everyone who doesn't want to live on their knees."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up:

"That's well said!"

"I, Old Sun, simply refuse to live on my knees!"

"Back then, when we caused havoc in Heaven, it was because we refused to kneel!"

"Even now, following you, I still don't want to kneel!"

Xuanzang nodded:

"Then I'll just stand there."

"Stand until the very end."

Sun Wukong grinned:

"Stand until the very end!"

Two figures walked further and further away.

......

Deep within chaos.

The Purple Cloud Palace floats silently, its foundation made of bluestone and its beams of purple wood, its ancient simplicity bordering on crude. Yet, within that crudeness lies an aura of overwhelming power that shakes the heavens and earth.

That is the power of Heaven.

That is the sacred ground of the Master of All Spirits.

in the palace.

Hongjun sat cross-legged in the void, his white hair hanging down, his gray robe simple. His eyes were slightly closed, his face calm, but beneath that calmness lay a faint trace of solemnity.

He was thinking about that person.

That figure in black robes.

That one strike shattered the Five Elements Mountain.

That supreme power that obscures the secrets of heaven and prevents even sages from deducing them.

"Master Yangmei..."

Hongjun murmured softly, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

He recalled the beginning of time.

I recall that earth-shattering battle in the chaos, when three thousand demons besieged Pangu.

I recall that figure turning away into the depths of chaos after that great battle.

Yangmei Daoren.

The strongest of the three thousand demon gods.

He watched helplessly as the demons born of the same chaos fell one by one, yet he never made a move.

Just watching.

Then he left.

He never appeared again after countless years.

Now, he has arrived.

Hongjun opened his eyes, a complex expression flashing in them. There was solemnity, apprehension, and a hint of... indescribable unease.

Although he is the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, he has merged with the Dao and his cultivation has reached the realm of Hunyuan Taiji Golden Immortal, making him supreme in this primordial world.

But Yangmei Daoist...

That was a being from the same era as Pangu.

That is the Chaos Demon God.

That was a being that even Hongjun, the emperor, had to look up to.

"What exactly does he want to do in this primordial world?"

Hongjun muttered to himself.

"What was the purpose of saving Sun Wukong?"

"Does he have a grudge against Buddhism? Or... does he have other motives?"

He couldn't figure it out.

While I was pondering this.

suddenly.

"Squeak..."

A soft sound.

The gates of Zixiao Palace were pushed open.