On a Tongtian divine mountain, there was a vast temple. Auspicious clouds flowed in the sky, and auspicious Buddhist light shone everywhere. Buddhist chants could be heard from all directions.
The Great Thunderclap Temple of the Western Mystical Mountain was one of the strongest orthodoxies in the world. It was founded by the Two Saints of the West. There were countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and its foundation was unimaginably powerful.
The world only knew that there was Gautama Buddha in Mystical Mountain, and his Buddhist techniques were top-notch in the Three Realms. However, very few people knew that although Duobao Rulai was in charge of Mystical Mountain, he was not necessarily the strongest person.
Three Thousand Truths, Eight Division Heavenly Dragons, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, Vajra Arhats …
If one only looked at the power on the surface, the Celestial Court of the Thirty-three Layers could be compared to Mystical Mountain. However, Mystical Mountain had too many powerful experts, and the Celestial Court could not be compared to it.
Spirited Mountain was vast and boundless. Countless great divine arts practitioners of Buddhism were cultivating in seclusion in Spirited Mountain. However, after countless years, very few people had seen these great divine arts practitioners.
On the Northern Peak of Mystical Mountain.
A sea of clouds rose, and mist filled the air. A figure sat cross-legged on the peak, and under the cover of the clouds and mist, no one could see what he looked like.
No Buddhist light shone, and no Buddhist chants could be heard. This figure was like a rock, unmoving and unmoving. It was as if he had been sitting there for countless years. No matter how the world changed, it could not cause any ripples in his heart.
"Brother, are you really not willing to help me?" Princess Iron Fan's hair was messy, and her expression was crazed. She roared in a low voice and looked at this figure with great sorrow.
Unfortunately, this figure did not speak or move at all. No matter how Princess Iron Fan begged him, he did not respond at all from beginning to end.
"Sun Wukong, Old Bull is your sworn brother. Are you really so heartless as to let him be killed by Ye Xuan?" Princess Iron Fan sorrowfully rebuked, and her eyes were extremely red.
"Sigh!"
Suddenly, a soft sigh came from the top of the mountain. The figure slowly stood up, and a calm voice came from the sea of clouds.
"The disputes of the world have nothing to do with me. You should return to where you came from." A hoarse voice came from the sea of clouds. His voice was very calm and did not stir up any waves.
"Sun Wukong, are you really so heartless after becoming a Buddha?" Princess Iron Fan gritted her teeth as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Become a Buddha?"
In the sea of clouds, a dot of Buddhist light bloomed in the clouds. The figure was walking out slowly, and his appearance was also revealed.
Sun Wukong!
Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Fighting Immortal Buddha — these were all his titles. However, Sun Wukong was wearing a Buddhist kasaya at this moment. His eyes were dim and his golden hair was withered. He was like an old monkey, no longer having the arrogant and unruly aura he had in the past.
"You … How did you become like this?"
Princess Iron Fan murmured in a daze. She could not believe her eyes. How did the arrogant Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who dared to turn the sky upside down, become an old monkey? He no longer had that unruly aura.
Unfortunately, Sun Wukong did not answer her question. Instead, he looked calmly at Princess Iron Fan and said, "My cultivation has been destroyed, and I no longer have the magical powers of the past. How do you want me to help you?"
"Wh … Why?"
"How … How is this possible?"
Looking at the decadent aura around Sun Wukong, Princess Iron Fan could completely feel that he did not have any cultivation. This was simply unimaginable to her. She did not know what had happened to Sun Wukong after endless time.
"Go back to where you came from," Sun Wukong said calmly. Sun Wukong said calmly. He returned to the clouds and sat down cross-legged. Princess Iron Fan stared at his back in a daze. Her eyes were filled with bitterness.
"Even you can't help me. Even if I go to the Buddhas of Spirited Mountain, who would dare to avenge my husband?" Princess Iron Fan bit her lips and said.
"Brother Ox, this tribulation is destined by the heavens. From now on, you should cultivate in peace. Don't go looking for Ye Xuan again. Only then can you protect your own life." Sun Wukong said hoarsely and did not say another word.
"Ha!"
"Smelly monkey, I didn't expect you to end up with your cultivation lost. What right do you have to teach me a lesson?"
Her last hope had been shattered. Princess Iron Fan's eyes were bloodshot. She directly rode on the auspicious cloud and left the place. This also allowed the North Peak of Spirited Mountain to return to peace.
"The great Great Sage Equal to Heaven has ended up like this. You are really lamentable. Even if you are now a Sage-to-be, so what? In the eyes of a Saint, you are just an ant."
Suddenly, a contemptuous voice came from the sea of clouds. This voice came from Sun Wukong's body, but he did not waver at all. It was as if he had long been used to the existence of this voice.
…
The night was like water, dotted with stars. A waning moon hung in the sky. The bright moonlight poured down, reflecting the boundless land.
Under the moonlight, Ye Xuan was strolling in the sky. He was returning to Little Rock Village. He did not chase after Princess Iron Fan because he did not want to appear in front of the Buddhas of Spirited Mountain.
Ye Xuan did not care about Princess Iron Fan. He only wanted to step into the ranks of Sage-to-be before the 30,000-year time limit was up.
A golden hair appeared in Ye Xuan's hand. It was letting Ye Xuan feel the power contained in it. This golden hair was the item that the Bull Demon King did not have time to use.
"Fighting Immortal Buddha?"
Ye Xuan muttered to himself. A ray of immortal light flashed across his eyes. He did not need to guess at all. Just by feeling the power, he had already come to a conclusion.
"The power of Sage-to-be?"
"He has stepped into the ranks of Sage-to-be?"
Ye Xuan muttered to himself. The golden hair could help the Bull Demon King block his attack. Other than Sage-to-be, there was no other possibility.
All of a sudden.
Ye Xuan looked at Spirited Mountain in the west. It was as if he saw a pair of lonely eyes staring at him. This made him squint his eyes. A wisp of unfathomable light flashed across his eyes.
"It's getting more and more interesting." Ye Xuan retracted his gaze and smiled. No one knew what he was thinking, let alone the meaning of his words.
Sun Wukong? Sage-to-be?
Perhaps some people would ask why Sun Wukong was a Sage-to-be.
In fact, the reason was very simple.
There was no shortage of amazing people in this world. Some people could cultivate for thousands of years but could only stop at the Daluo Jinxian. There were also immortals who had lived for countless years who could not even step into the Daluo Jinxian.
And there was always a small group of people who were extremely talented. They had great wisdom and perseverance. They could step into the ranks of Sage-to-be in just a million years or even hundreds of thousands of years.
There was no doubt that Ye Xuan and Sun Wukong were such people.
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