"Ah, we did join the Heaven Pavilion. However, the five continents have fallen. The Heaven Pavilion has mobilized experts to protect the South Continent. I don't want to see my homeland be humiliated by the otherworldly demons, so I asked to resign and guard this place."
Yang Jian nodded lightly when he heard this and did not say anything further.
Actually, he could not blame the Heaven Pavilion for being ruthless. They had abandoned most of the defenses of the Major Chiliocosm and placed their main forces on the battlefield.
He could not blame the Daoists for not caring about the overall situation and only caring about their own personal feelings …
There were two sides to everything, and it was difficult to be perfect.
Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, the monkey at the side spat out the word "scram". Then, it dragged the corpse of the goat demon and slowly walked towards the distant mountain.
The few cultivators felt a little awkward, but they could only bow to the monkey's back.
How many extraordinary people were there in the Primordial World? It was not strange for mighty figures who did not socialize with others to be like that.
"Fellow Daoists, please return and appease the cultivators here," Yang Jian, who had transformed into a sword immortal, said sternly, "However, please remember, if you can't defend this place, try your best to preserve your strength and protect the next array formation. The Saints and countless ambitious people of the Primordial World are confronting the army of the supreme experts. The counterattack will be in the near future. Please do not give up hope. "
"Okay."
"I feel much more relaxed after hearing your words, Fellow Daoist."
The few of them looked at each other and bowed to the Sword Immortal again.
Yang Jian returned the bow and looked at the monkey. He rode a cloud and flew to the horizon.
His figure flickered, and Qi enveloped his body, causing his figure to disappear from the Divine Senses of all the cultivators. Then, he performed the 72 Transformations and turned into a bird. He turned around and followed behind the monkey from a distance.
There were no fluctuations in the sea of Dao laws, indicating that there was no huge battle. Yang Jian had the Golden Body Great Dao to rely on. He could come and go freely in the Chaos Sea.
As long as he did not expose his whereabouts, he did not have to worry about anything else.
The monkey dragged the demon reborn figure all the way to the mountain. The old goat demon had already bled dry. The monkey was probably planning to use it as food.
It was as if he was intentionally hiding his original self, allowing himself to live according to his instincts.
However, if he could seal his Dao Heart, why would he help the cultivators here?
Thinking of this, Yang Jian could not help but think of some scenes in his heart. It was the hundreds of moonlit nights on the Ling Tai Mountain. The little monkey wearing a loose Daoist robe followed behind him, shaking its head and reciting scriptures …
"In the end, I can't let you continue like this."
Yang Jian, who had transformed into a bird, said in a low voice. The monkey raised its head in alarm and glanced at Yang Jian. Even with its Fiery Eyes of Truth, it could not see through the 72 Transformations that Yang Jian, who was now in the Sage Realm, had executed.
Monkey pursed his lips and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. He continued to drag the goat's corpse forward.
Just like that, they walked for half a day. When the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the monkey finally walked into a forest and came to the side of a stream. It lay down and drank a few mouthfuls of the clear stream water.
Then, it leaned against the tree trunk and sat there motionlessly. Its gaze was a little tired and confused as it stared at the few stars beside the treetops.
The starry sky, the bright moon, and the Sun that was still rising in the east and setting in the west could be considered proof that the Heavenly Dao was not dead.
In fact, the monkey was not the only one who was confused. Most of the cultivators of the Primordial World had been asking themselves and others about where they should go …
The monkey was stunned for a while. The spiritual bird that Yang Jian had transformed into was also stunned for a while on a tree branch at the side.
However, he did not have much time to squander. Yang Jian pondered for a while and recalled that he had seen the Great Dream mystical ability that Uncle-Master Xuan Du had given him. At that moment, he pondered for a while and tried to use it.
Unknowingly, some smoke appeared in the forest. A wisp of smoke drifted past. Sun Wukong looked at a certain spot in the forest in confusion. Then, he tilted his head in confusion.
At first, he did not care too much. However, when he suddenly felt a little thirsty, he stood up and stumbled to the side of the stream.
He was suddenly stunned.
His reflection in the stream was wearing a familiar Daoist robe that was much larger than his. He was wearing an octagonal Daoist hat on his head. The monkey face that was covered in short golden fur still looked a little childish and curious.
"Oh?"
Sun Wukong could not help but be stunned. He raised his hand and maintained the action of scooping water. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Sun Wukong, you're here to slack off again. I asked you to meditate in the mountain. Why did you escape here?"
With a soft call, the monkey's body trembled a few times by the stream. He hurriedly turned his head and saw that the forest had turned into the scenery that he was most familiar with.
There was also a small stream that flowed like this at the back of the Ling Tai Mountain.
A Daoist sat under a tree. His face could not be seen clearly.
"Master …"
Sun Wukong muttered. Then, he stood up and stumbled towards the figure. However, he was afraid that he would shatter the dream. His legs went weak and he knelt 30 feet away from the figure.
"Master … Is that you, Master?"
"Silly child, who else could it be if not me? Have you become muddle-headed from cultivating? "
Sun Wukong's somewhat chapped lips trembled. Then, he let out a long sigh and sat there, looking at the figure under the tree.
He seemed to have woken up from a muddle-headed dream. He had already determined that he was in a dream. After all, these situations and these conversations were extremely clear in his memory.
Ever since he left the Ling Tai Mountain, especially during the 500 years that he had been suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, what he had been thinking about and dreaming about was the carefree life in Mount Huaguo and the little child in Mount Fangcun.
"Sun Wukong, how's your training in the Seventy-two Transformations?"
"Master, I'm already familiar with it."
"Don't be arrogant and impatient. This is just a superficial mystical ability. Don't be complacent and get carried away."
"Yes, Master …"
Sun Wukong's nose turned sour. He knelt in the dream and raised his head to stop himself from crying.
Suddenly, he felt someone patting his shoulder twice, and the surrounding dreamland was quickly retreating. Goku was a little anxious and wanted to stabilize his surroundings, but he could not use any magical power in the dreamland. He could only watch the surrounding night flow away like water, and watch the old priest's figure under the tree whose face could not be seen clearly turn into smoke and dissipate.
When he opened his eyes, he felt that his vision was a little blurry. He was actually crying in his sleep.
When he saw the figure standing in front of him with his Fiery Golden Eyes, Sun Wukong was a little angry. He jumped up, grabbed the person's collar, and raised his fist to punch.
The person who appeared in front of him was the Sword Immortal he had seen previously …
Sun Wukong revealed his ferocious look. The Sword Immortal frowned slightly.
"You're disturbing my sweet dreams! You're courting death! "
Yang Jian chuckled to himself, but the Sword Immortal that he had transformed into looked at Sun Wukong solemnly. He looked puzzled.
"Fellow Daoist, why are you doing this?"
"Hmph!" Sun Wukong did not really punch. He only pushed the Sword Immortal away. He was not unreasonable.
"If I've disturbed your sweet dreams just now, I'm here to apologize."
Sun Wukong ignored him and sat back under the tree. His eyes were filled with anger as he returned to his original state.
The Sword Immortal smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, are you the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal who turned the Celestial Court upside down back then?"
Sun Wukong did not say anything. He just pretended that the person beside him did not exist.
The Sword Immortal smiled and was not angry. He took a meditation cushion and sat beside Sun Wukong. The latter frowned slightly but did not avoid him.
"Fellow Daoist, why are you staying here? Why aren't you fighting the otherworldly demons and showing the might of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal?"
Sun Wukong was a little silent.
The Sword Immortal cupped his hands and said, "I'll be straightforward. I was originally appointed by the Saints to search for ambitious people and join forces to resist the powerful demons of the otherworldly world. The Saints have asked me to look for you for a long time. Today, I was lucky to meet you. Fellow Daoist, please follow me back. "
"Saints? Evil demons? "Sun Wukong sneered." I'm not interested. "
"This … Fellow Daoist, do you not have any pity for the living beings of the Primordial World? Do you not have any empathy for the cultivators of the Primordial World? "
The monkey was silent. It just sat there in a daze, as if it did not want to talk to the Sword Immortal.
Yang Jian was patient and continued to talk to Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong frowned and Yang Jian's mouth was dry. Sun Wukong did not communicate much with him.
Finally, Yang Jian decided to change his method.
"It's really tiring to convince you." The Sword Immortal smiled awkwardly.
If he had known that this would happen, he would have done more things in Sun Wukong's dream. He would have asked Patriarch Bodhi to tell Sun Wukong the path ahead. There would have been no need for him to talk non-stop.
In the end, Yang Jian wanted Sun Wukong to understand what he should do next. That way, Sun Wukong's Dao heart would be firm and he would not "fail" at the crucial moment.
Yang Jian casually picked up a pot of immortal wine and took a sip. Then, he exhaled softly.
"I'm almost done drinking this immortal brew. It's time to go back to the South Continent to find more. By the way, didn't you drink the immortal brew from the Jade Pool's Heaven Queen? Try it. How does this wine compare to the one from the Heaven Queen? "
Sun Wukong pursed his lips and did not resist.
It was also because the "Sword Immortal" had been rambling for a long time that he had become familiar with Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong took the wine pot and raised his head to take a sip. Then, he smacked his lips and began to gulp down the wine pot.
"Ah, my immortal wine!"
"I, Old Sun, will compensate you in the future! Burp! "
The immortal pot was also a Dharma treasure. There was actually a jar of wine inside. Sun Wukong raised his head and drank for a while. He could not help but burp.
Yang Jian sighed softly at the side.
He was acting as Sun Wukong's master, opponent, and good friend …
If Sun Wukong could not become a Saint in the future, he would not be able to live up to his efforts.
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