Great Demon Sun Wukong

Just as Yao Wumeng had appeared and fallen unconscious, the door to the secret chamber was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a wide blue Taoist robe entered.

As soon as the man appeared, he swiftly walked to the unconscious Yao Wumeng’s side and promptly examined his injuries, finding that although Yao Wumeng was gravely injured and nearing death, there was still a breath of life left in him.

The man helped Yao Wumeng stand and placed him onto a purple cushion in the center of the room. He then sealed several of Yao Wumeng’s acupoints and propped him up, making it appear as if Yao Wumeng was sitting there in meditation, upright and proper.

Afterward, the middle-aged man drew two sealed letters from his sleeve, placing one in front of the sitting Yao Wumeng and the other inside a wooden box within the chamber. He then closed the lid of the box, which was then carried off to some place by a mechanized force.

Having arranged this, the man faced east, knelt down, and kowtowed nine times, murmuring, "Operation Plan Number Five, Shadow, today to save the young master Yao Wumeng, I make an exception to use soul inheritance. If this causes any harm to the young master, I hope the higher-up will forgive me. Number Five had no other choice, for the young master’s life was in danger!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a hint of relief and nostalgia, a blend of complex emotions that made him seem somewhat conflicted. But when he looked at Yao Wumeng, who was sitting on the ground, the nostalgic emotion slowly faded.

Just as it was about to vanish completely, the man seemed to suddenly remember something and violently pulled out an object from his chest, which resembled a seed.

Upon seeing the seed, the man revealed a smile of satisfaction and then his expression turned fierce. His face twisted abnormally, as if he had just endured a soul-deep piercing pain. Yet, under this intense pain, he did not utter a single groan.

In the face of excruciating pain, his visage remained resolute. He slowly opened his mouth and spat out a thumb-sized Divine Crystal that emitted a purple glow. However, the crystal was not whole; the middle-aged man had evidently used his soul power to forcibly extract a piece from within his body. Discover exclusive content at empire

No sooner had the small piece of the Divine Crystal emerged than it transformed into a purple light and flew into the seed. Seeing his Divine Crystal merge successfully into the seed, the pain that twisted the man’s face eased somewhat.

The man flicked his finger and the seed merged into the ground of the secret chamber, quickly vanishing from sight. Having completed this task, the man seemed to release a burden, his body slowly radiating soft purple light that infused into the body of Yao Wumeng, who sat upon the purple cushion.

Such an inheritance was time-consuming, especially since the inheritor was very weak. However, it wasn’t particularly dangerous; all it required was time.

Speaking of time, the ones who needed it most were not others but Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao, along with the little fox, still running wildly in a boundless forest in some direction.

On that day, with the assistance of the old Blade Master Wang, the trio managed to escape. They then chose a direction and ran for their lives, not just to flee but also because Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao knew very well that there wasn’t much time left before the opening of the Supreme Pool. However, the trio was still circling in this nameless forest, so how could they not be anxious? n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If they missed this opportunity at the Supreme Pool, they wouldn’t have the time to wait for the next opening. Therefore, the two of them would ride the little fox by day and take turns carrying it by night, running relentlessly day and night.

The running trio, of course, didn’t know that the place they had left had experienced a terrible battle after their departure. But it was also fortunate that they were not present; even a careless brush with the aftermath would have been a sorrowful affair. Though Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao were strong, they still lacked the time to grow.

Xi Zhao was in a better situation, having once reached the pinnacle of strength, standing at the peak. But Sun Wukong was different; even in the Pangu Realm, he had not reached the pinnacle of strength.

So, they ran tirelessly for seven straight days and finally, on this day, they burst out of the forest. As they emerged from the endless sea of towering trees that blotted out the sun, Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao felt as if they had been reborn. Only those who had walked through that jungle could understand such a sensation.

For seven whole days, they ran obliviously, day and night without stopping. That tension, oppressive and befuddling, could easily drive a person to the brink of mental collapse. It felt as though the entire world had disappeared. However, both Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao had extraordinary temperaments. Despite some moments of near-surrender, they managed to successfully emerge from the forest.

In Sun Wukong’s words, this feeling was even more uncomfortable than when he was pressed under the Five-Finger Mountain. As for the little fox, from beginning to end, she seemed to feel nothing.

Since waking up, she has been as if she had forgotten everything that had happened before, without fear or anxiety; even if carrying Sun Wukong on her back and running wildly with Xi Zhao for these seven days, she appeared completely at ease.

Xi Zhao speculated that the little fox’s amnesia was probably getting worse. She must have completely forgotten the events before her coma, even forgetting her own purpose.

For the little fox’s memory loss, the two of them had no solution. Their only hope was to quickly reach the Supreme Pool and let the little fox undergo baptism. Perhaps only during the ascension, with the infinite Power of Creation of the universe, might there be a chance for the little fox to recover.

Without further thought, the two men and one fox burst out of the vast primitive forest and found themselves facing a green pasture. The lush grass only reached their knees at its tallest. Shielding his eyes with his hand and looking into the distance, Sun Wukong saw what seemed to be a great river running across the plain at the edge of his vision.

Although Xi Zhao didn’t have Sun Wukong’s fiery, golden eyes, he obviously had cultivated another superior Pupil Skill and also saw that great river from afar.

"Monkey, why do I feel like I have some impression of this place, but I just can’t remember it?"

Once out of that forest, Sun Wukong felt more relaxed, and after looking around to see nothing but the endless grassland, he simply lay back on the ground.

"If this were my Flower Fruit Mountain, I’d be willing to stay there for a few thousand years, but this blasted forest didn’t even have a single fruit tree. You keep thinking; I’m going to nap for a while. Who would’ve thought I, old Sun, would one day be afraid of a forest!"

Having said that, he didn’t bother with anything else and directly lay on the ground, falling into a deep sleep. Xi Zhao, too, was incredibly tired. After carefully checking their surroundings and finding no dangers, he also lay down and slept. However, the little fox seemed tireless, still hopping around, occasionally chasing butterflies or running circles around Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao.

In his sleep, Sun Wukong seemed to have come to a very familiar place, just like Xi Zhao had said: familiar, yet he couldn’t recall when he had seen it. In that way, Sun Wukong walked alone slowly in that place until he suddenly felt the heaven and earth shake, and then above in the Nine Heavens, appeared a golden, sixteen-foot-tall Buddha.

This Buddha was seated on a Ninth-Grade Lotus Throne, radiant with Buddha Light, with long, drooping ears. However, what caught Sun Wukong’s attention the most was the four people that the Buddha held in his hand. Sun Wukong looked closely and saw that they were his master Tang Sanzang, and his brothers Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon.

Seeing his master and brothers being captured by the Buddha, Sun Wukong immediately flew into a rage, bellowing loudly, and with his Jingu Bang in hand, charged up to rescue them.

But just as he reached the midpoint of his ascent, the Buddha suddenly laughed heartily and then with a flip of his hand, another gigantic mountain appeared above the Nine Heavens and hurtled straight toward Sun Wukong, crashing down on his head.

Sun Wukong wanted to dodge but found his body utterly unresponsive. As the mountain drew ever closer, it collided with him, smashing him to the ground and pinning him beneath it.

The mountain was incredibly heavy, yet Sun Wukong was also very strong. Just as he managed to break free a little, the Buddha above suddenly produced a Doppelganger who then merged directly with the mountain.

Sun Wukong found himself completely unable to break free.

The mountain grew heavier and heavier, slowly suffocating Sun Wukong. Suddenly, Sun Wukong woke up and found that he had been dreaming. But if it was a dream, why did it feel like something was really pressing down on him?