In the Brahma Heavenly Court, a figure appeared under the Bodhi Tree. His radiance was dazzling, illuminating millions of li.
He stood there. Wherever his radiance shone, all living beings prostrated on the ground, unable to move.
Someone propped up his body from a thousand li away, looking over with hatred.
"Venerable One!"
He shouted loudly, as if he was saying something.
The Venerable One ignored him.
Or perhaps, to him, there was no need for him to care.
He stretched out his hand towards the Bodhi Tree and plucked out a weak white light.
"Where is elder brother!?"
Another voice asked.
The Venerable One looked over. A small figure appeared under his feet.
This figure's strength was inferior to the one in the distance, but she was able to break through because of her Origin Energy.
"He is being enlightened by me."
As a form of acknowledgment, the Venerable One answered her.
"Elder brother will not lose!"
That figure said.
"If he doesn't lose, he will die."
The Venerable One's radiance sent this figure flying.
Boundless primal chaos, vast and boundless.
Monkey King opened his eyes. It was as if he had returned to the Fangcun Mountain where he first sought the Dao. He saw Patriarch Subhuti sitting on a praying mat, preaching about the Dao.
He stood up. The scene before his eyes changed. In front of the Southern Heavenly Gate, a sky full of soldiers pressed down. Wind, thunder, fire, and lightning flashed in the sky.
Monkey King took a step forward. His body was already covered in golden armor. The long silk on his crown flew out over ten zhang.
Countless living beings knelt in front of him, bowing and calling him Heavenly Emperor.
"Where is this?"
Monkey King took another step forward. The living beings in front of him disappeared like dirt.
He walked forward step by step. He discovered that this was a river of time. With every step he took, flowers bloomed and withered, tides rose and fell.
One year, two years …
Monkey King walked through the vicissitudes of time, seeing the reincarnation of all living beings. Everything became the past.
A hundred years, a thousand years … billions of years.
Along the way, everything he saw left a mark in his heart.
This wasn't an ordinary world. It was a true experience. With every step he took, countless memories of the past surged into his heart.
His heart gradually became numb from the impact of these memories. There was no sadness, no joy.
This was an incomparably clear and rational world.
Here, an instant was ten thousand years, and all emotions would disappear in time.
After an unknown period of time, when the Monkey King was about to forget his own name, he saw a Bodhi tree.
A silhouette stood under the Bodhi tree and plucked a speck of white light.
"This is obsession."
The light figure said, "My obsession when I was young."
After experiencing billions of years, the Monkey King finally knew what the obsession was.
It was emotion.
A trifling thing in this infinite world.
"Everything in the world is running, but in the end, everything will return to peace."
The figure turned around. It was a familiar face.
Monkey King had already forgotten who this face belonged to.
He had spent too much time and experienced too many things. He was already very, very tired.
He walked under the Bodhi tree and reached out to pluck a golden light.
It was a golden hoop.
It was excessively bright, countless rays of light flickering about. It was a heavenly dao he had no way of imagining.
"Excellent."
The light shadow said, "Your comprehension surpasses all living beings in the Primal Chaos. Accept this and you will understand the truth of the world."
Monkey King looked at the golden circlet.
Infinite wisdom flowed on it. He had forgotten many things, but he remembered — this was the answer he had been searching for.
Merely looking at it allowed him to understand that the world he resided in was the Origin World.
This was where the will of all life resided. After millions and millions of years, all of their thoughts and memories remained here, vast and powerful, wishing to devour him.
Any soul that stayed here would shatter.
But he didn't — his soul was strong enough.
As long as he accepted it, he would be able to control this world and understand everything in the Primal Chaos, as well as the cycle of karma and reincarnation.
This seemed to be a choice made by the Venerable One.
The Monkey King closed his eyes.
"Don't forget our agreement."
A voice rang in his ears.
Monkey King opened his eyes, and a beautiful and vast world appeared in front of him.
"Venerable One, this is not your answer."
He said, "That is not my answer either."
Hum —
In the void, a whistling sound came, colliding with the golden hoop.
The golden hoop flew out of his hand, shattered, and gradually disappeared.
"All of time, all of time, all of it, nothing can change one thing."
In the world that Monkey King was looking at, all life was growing on its own.
The sky was filled with a melodious song, and the ground was filled with a warm light.
No matter when, no matter where, the living beings loved the world that had given birth to them.
Even the undead were in love with him.
Where did this love come from?
The Monkey King saw a figure, a figure that seemed to be able to split the heavens and earth apart.
He stretched out his hand, and a dazzling axe appeared in his hand.
He wanted to create a more perfect world.
The Monkey King's body began to glow with a dazzling divine light. His fur became soft and long, as if he were wearing a divine robe.
The same will resonated between him and the axe.
"The Primordial World has its own rules."
The Origin World was where the will of all living beings resided.
The Monkey King didn't need to prepare anything. Those wills would naturally become the new order of the world.
The only thing he needed to do was pave the way for those wills.