South Sea County.

Representatives from the Three Great Continents gathered here to agree on the competition details of the Wanling Immortal Path.

Having left the noisy grand hall, Immortal Zhen Yuan was walking in the seaside city.

"It's truly unbelievable."

From the locals, he learned that just one year ago, there was nothing here.

Yet under the leadership of that Saint, a majestic city rose from the hands of his believers, taking form in less than half a year.

Under this power, people realized the Saint's absolute control over the Wanling Immortal Path.

Immortal Zhen Yuan saw that Saint.

The Saint was teaching a group of young men by the sea.

Immortal Zhen Yuan walked over, Sun Wukong looked up, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the young men away.

"A fine war, in your hands, has become a mere battle."

Immortal Zhen Yuan sat down next to Sun Wukong: "Younger brother, that's really your style."

Sun Wukong was curious how Immortal Zhen Yuan knew his identity, but he was more concerned about another matter.

"How did you become like this?"

Currently, Immortal Zhen Yuan had the appearance of a fair-skinned youth.

"This is how I look in my dreams."

Immortal Zhen Yuan was somewhat proud: "Much more handsome than you."

Sun Wukong understood: "Who taught you this Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies?"

"Ao Luan."

Immortal Zhen Yuan answered: "The Emperor was taught by her as well."

This reply surprised Sun Wukong; Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies is extremely profound, yet the one who mastered it was not Master Puti but Ao Luan.

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies is a good method."

Sun Wukong praised: "She's hidden it very well."

Ao Luan's plan progressed so smoothly because she spread the Wanling Immortal Path through Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies.

Remarkably, this plan has yet to be discovered by the Heavenly Palace.

"She's better at playing the game than I am."

Sun Wukong said.

"But she's still being played by you in circles."

Immortal Zhen Yuan plucked a blade of grass, put it in his mouth: "She asked me to ask you, why is that?"

He came to South Sea County because Ao Luan called him over.

From Emperor Donghua, Ao Luan learned that many years ago, the Emperor had recognized Sun Wukong.

She wanted to know the answer, she didn't come herself, but she sent Immortal Zhen Yuan.

Sun Wukong could feel her determination.

"I don't like her methods."

Sun Wukong said: "The Heavenly Rules I set were intended to reduce conflicts."

He was well aware that once the war of the Immortals began in the Southern Continent, it would ignite fires everywhere.

Thus he drove away the Buddha, weakened the Jade Emperor and the Immortals' authority, in hopes of reducing casualties, change the Southern Continent in a civilized way, and have the Human Clan stand by their side.

However, Ao Luan was too radical, her methods were confrontational.

Her and the Jade Emperor's clashes in the Southern Continent hid lethal dangers, sharp and severe, already tearing the continent apart.

Over these ten-plus years, Wanling Country and the Heavenly Palace permeated everywhere, recruiting different forces as their spokespersons, coupled with the reclusive Human King, the three parties accumulated countless contradictions, bound to explode sooner or later.

Sun Wukong hoped to resolve their disputes with another method before the contradictions erupted.

The competition of the Wanling Immortal Path was a choice made through the cracks.

The Immortal changed another blade of grass: "Younger brother, you're too idealistic."

"Since it's inherently simple, how can it be called idealistic?"

Sun Wukong shook his head, said: "You've been arguing for a long time, what you've gained is chaos and division, no one can win; instead of this, you might as well play a game my way."

"Heavenly Palace, Wanling, various factions' representatives, and even the Human Clan have an opportunity."

Sun Wukong said: "After the victory or defeat is decided, let the winner take all, no blame from anyone."

"So it seems."

The Immortal smiled: "This indeed is your idea, not instructed by Emperor Qinghua?"

"It's not."

Sun Wukong answered.

Emperor Qinghua is very simple, he dislikes the strife between the Jade Emperor and Ao Luan.

The Great Emperor wishes to save the Southern Continent, Sun Wukong proposed to decide the outcome through competition, which received his support.

However, it is also precisely because of Emperor Qinghua's support that Sun Wukong could make this competition authoritative.

"Immortal."

Sun Wukong looked towards the Immortal: "How about cooperating with me?"

Immortal Zhenyuan threw the grass leaf onto the ground.

"I refuse."

He stood up: "I will join Ao Luan."

Sun Wukong was not surprised.

"Ao Luan said that only by incorporating the Southern Continent into the Wanling Map can you be awakened."

Immortal Zhenyuan said: "No matter what, she will not give up."

She indeed already knew about that matter.

Sun Wukong thought to himself.

When he discovered the will within the Wanling Tree, he could feel Ao Luan's determination.

To awaken him, merging the Spiritual Energy of the Southern Continent into the Wanling Map was the fastest method.

Therefore, Sun Wukong knew that no matter what, even if he spoke frankly, Ao Luan would not agree with his current actions.

Ao Luan would not give up on waking him.

"I did not expect that the one who understands the Wanling Map best would actually be her."

Sun Wukong felt somewhat emotional.

Ao Luan was able to find the condition for his awakening, which showed her profound research into the Wanling Map.

It was no wonder she could learn Zhuangzi's Dream of the Butterfly; she was, besides him, the most adept person in the world at Wanling Immortal Path.

"The Wanling Map is something you left behind."

Immortal Zhenyuan smiled: "She is much more devoted than us."

"This competition is also a rare opportunity."

Immortal Zhenyuan swept his sleeve, turned around, and said: "Junior brother, I'll see you at the arena!"

He had always wanted to have a fight with Sun Wukong.

Now, at last, there was a chance.

Sun Wukong watched his departing figure, always feeling that the Immortal was somewhat happy.

"He is still the same old him."

A voice said beside Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong did not turn his head, replying: "Is the time set?"

"A bit longer than you expected."

Emperor Qinghua nodded: "Three years later."

Three years later, the Wanling Immortal Path competition will begin in the South Sea Prefecture.

All major powers will send mortal representatives to participate in the competition, adjudicated by Emperor Qinghua, Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, and Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun.

"... Is this really alright?"

Emperor Qinghua asked.

"It's fine."

Sun Wukong nodded: "They are all trustworthy people."

"No, what I meant was."

Emperor Qinghua replied: "Wouldn't it be better if you helped Wanling Country?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Sun Wukong said: "Witnessing various possibilities is also quite interesting."

"And..."

He paused, then spoke: "It makes things a bit more enjoyable."

Emperor Qinghua sighed, the longer he spent with him, the more he admired this Great Saint.

"Perhaps Great Saint, you might be able to find that ultimate answer."

"Answer?"

Sun Wukong frowned: "What are you referring to?"

"The answer that neither the Jade Emperor nor the Buddha could find."

Emperor Qinghua said: "A way to end the Great Tribulation of the Three Realms, perhaps you, Great Saint, can find it."

Sun Wukong is different from them; he is different from everybody.

He wholeheartedly seeks the future, deserving to be unique in this world.

Maybe he can break that obstinate fate of heaven and earth.

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