My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

Spiritual practice knows no time.

Year after year, spring comes and autumn goes, flowers bloom and fade.

The stone monkey under the Five Finger Mountain went from initially struggling in anger, to remaining silent, and eventually getting used to it.

His head was covered in moss, wild grass grew on his temples, and his body hair became filthy and messy. Only his eyes remained bright as ever, shining with an indomitable light.

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan, in that secluded blessed land, was retracing his path to enlightenment step by step.

It took him sixty years to go from the peak of the Great Luo to the Quasi-Saint.

It took him eighty years to go from the early stage to the middle stage of Quasi-Saint.

It took him 110 years to go from the mid-stage to the late-stage Quasi-Saint.

It took him 130 years to go from the late stage of Quasi-Saint to the peak of Quasi-Saint.

Then comes the final step – from the peak of Quasi-Saint, crossing that insurmountable barrier, proving the Dao of Hunyuan through the laws, and becoming a Great Dao Saint!

Finally, in the four hundredth year of seclusion—

Rumbling sound—the earth and sky shook!

Throughout the entire Journey to the West world, whether in Heaven, the mortal realm, or the underworld, all living beings simultaneously felt an immense and boundless pressure emanating from a certain direction in the Eastern Continent.

A series of colorful rays appeared in the sky, more dazzling than a rainbow and more magnificent than the aurora.

The rosy clouds constantly changed shape, sometimes transforming into a dragon and phoenix in auspiciousness, sometimes into a myriad of flowers in full bloom, and sometimes into a sky full of stars.

On the earth, countless rare flowers and herbs bloomed at the same moment, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Those ancient trees that had withered for thousands of years have regained their vitality and sprouted tender green buds.

On the surface of the East China Sea, auspicious waves rose one after another, and the sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing could be faintly heard from the waves.

In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor was feasting at the Jade Pool when he suddenly felt his dragon throne shake violently, and he almost dropped his wine cup.

His expression changed drastically, and he immediately summoned the all-seeing and all-hearing beings to inquire about the situation.

On Mount Ling, the Buddha was giving a sermon when he suddenly stopped, looked eastward, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Outside the thirty-third heaven, in the Purple Cloud Palace, an old figure slowly opened his eyes.

"Proving oneself through the laws?" the figure murmured, a complex meaning in his voice. "In this era, someone has actually managed to become a Saint of the Great Dao of Laws through their own power..."

Meng Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

The depths of his pupils seemed to contain a cosmic galaxy.

He stood up, his Taoist robe fluttering and rustling even without wind.

The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to have found its master, rushing towards him wildly and forming vortexes of spiritual energy around him.

The Law of Power proves the Way!

The Great Sage!

After more than four hundred years of arduous cultivation, he finally stood once again as a saint in this Journey to the West world!

Of course, merely achieving perfect enlightenment through the laws of power only makes one a "lower-level saint".

However, although he is only a lower-level saint and there is still a huge gap between him and his peak, in this Journey to the West world, he basically has no rivals unless Hongjun comes out.

Of course, those Heavenly Saints are subordinate to the Heavenly Dao controlled by Hongjun. As long as the Heavenly Dao exists, they will not die...

Even if he wasn't his match, he couldn't kill him unless he could overpower Hongjun! Meng Chuan clenched his fist, feeling the long-lost, boundless power within his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Four hundred years..."

He stepped out of the cave, his gaze piercing through the thick clouds and mist, looking towards the direction of Five Finger Mountain.

The stone monkey was still trapped under the mountain, unable to move.

Four hundred years have passed, and he looks even more disheveled, but his eyes remain as bright as ever.

A complex look flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes.

For the past four hundred years, although he has been in seclusion, he has occasionally spared some of his divine sense to keep an eye on the situation at Wuzhi Mountain.

He saw the stone monkey's loneliness, anger, and resentment, and he also saw him gradually learn to accept reality and find joy in adversity.

This stone monkey was much stronger than he had imagined.

"It's time."

Meng Chuan took a step forward and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared above Five Finger Mountain. He looked down at the mountain that had suppressed the stone monkey for four hundred years, his gaze calm.

Then, he raised his right hand.

His movements were casual, like brushing a speck of dust off a sleeve, gently pressing downwards.

boom--

A gigantic, phantom-like hand descended from the sky!

The phantom hand was even larger than the Buddha's hand back then, covering the entire Five Finger Mountain and the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

The illusory palm had a crystal-clear texture, as if it were formed from the purest energy, with profound laws of the Dao flowing within its lines.

Wuzhi Mountain shook violently!

The rocks on the mountain's surface began to crack, with fissures spreading from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain, making a cracking sound.

The golden poster affixed to the main peak began to shake violently, its six golden characters flickering as if they were engaged in some kind of contest with the phantom hand.

"break!"

Meng Chuan uttered a single word calmly. His illusory hand suddenly pressed down!

click-

The six golden characters on the golden postcard shattered simultaneously!

The golden postcard lost its luster, turning into an ordinary piece of yellow paper, which was then blown away by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Five Finger Mountain split in two from the middle!

Rocks rolled and dust flew everywhere.

A golden figure shot into the sky from the cracked mountain!

"Hahahahaha—"

The figure let out a hearty laugh that shook the heavens: "I, Old Sun, am out! I, Old Sun, am finally out!"

He did more than a dozen somersaults in the sky, venting the frustration that had been suppressed for four hundred years.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the man in blue standing above the clouds.

"You…" A hint of doubt flashed in Sun Wukong's fiery eyes. "Who are you? Why did you save me, Old Sun?"

Meng Chuan looked at him and smiled calmly: "My name is Meng Chuan. I was passing by and saw that you were in trouble, so I just helped you out."

Sun Wukong scratched his head. He was always a straightforward person, and since the other party had saved him, he was their benefactor.

"No matter what, you saved me, so you're my friend!"

Sun Wukong patted his chest, "If you ever need anything in the future, just tell me! I'll take care of it for you!"

Meng Chuan smiled and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed, and his gaze turned to the west.

There, two powerful auras were approaching at an extremely fast speed.

Sun Wukong sensed it too, and his expression changed: "This aura... is it an accomplice of that old bald monk, Buddha?"

"more than."

Meng Chuan's gaze deepened. "The two Western Saints have come in person."

It seems that his aura as a Great Dao Saint frightened Tathagata, causing Tathagata to dare not come in person.

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures appeared in the western sky. One had a kind and compassionate face, surrounded by golden Buddhist light.

He was thin and frail, with a faint smile on his lips and deep, unfathomable eyes.

Jieyin, Zhunti.

Two Western Saints have descended simultaneously!