The scorching sun is in the sky, and on the ruins of the Sound Transmission Hall, the monsters are in full swing to rebuild the palace.

The Water Moon Fairy sat in the clouds, watching this scene with joy.

Three months after the end of the war, peace was restored to the city of All Souls.

Humans and youkai are rebuilding All Souls City, and even children are helping to carry the stones, their hands worn out by the stones, but their faces are not in the slightest bit less enthusiastic.

"Why not help the Buddha. ”

A voice asked from behind the Water Moon Fairy.

The fairy didn't look back: "Golden Cicada, you really found me." ”

"It's been decades. ”

Elder Jin Cicada replied, "No matter how stupid I am, I should have found out. ”

He floated in front of the Water Moon Fairy.

"Answer my question. Elder Jin Cicada asked, "Why didn't you help the Buddha?" ”

The Water Moon Fairy stroked her long hair: "He didn't call me to help." ”

"That's not the answer. ”

Elder Jin Cicada floated into the distance: "Are you also looking forward to the day when the Great Sage will come into contact with the Buddha Gate?"

The Water Moon Fairy smiled.

The will of the Kingdom of All Souls has changed, but some things have not.

The seven spider spirits are still flying kites.

The Water Moon Fairy watched Elder Jin Cicada fly away, and it was pointless to answer again.

The sky of the Land of All Souls was blue and cloudless, as clear as her mood.

And in the library, the immortals had already begun to study the heavenly books.

Shui De Xingjun took a copy of "Dao Creation Skills - Fusion" for a long time, and finally realized one thing.

"This could be a fake book. ”

He said.

He couldn't read a word of the whole book!

"That's right. ”

Not only him, but other immortals also said that they had read fake books.

"We can't read it!"

"It must have been scribbled by the Great Sage!"

The Book of Heaven is composed of a type of writing called Xianwen, but they can't read Xianwen at all.

"You look at this first. ”

Patriarch Bodhi came over and handed them the "Commentary on Immortal Texts": "Only by learning immortal scripts can you learn how to create Taoism." ”

Shui De Xingjun flipped through the annotation and realized that the immortal text was not a text.

It is somewhat similar to the strokes of the text, and can be arranged by long and short to construct characters with different meanings, with a total of 28 immortal characters, but there are countless ways to compose them.

"Why is it so troublesome. ”

Shui De Xingjun scratched his head: "Why did the Great Sage change the character to an immortal script?"

"A lot of words have several different meanings, and it's extremely difficult to distinguish them. ”

The patriarch said, "These immortal scripts are the oldest texts, and they can be used to construct Dao techniques more finely. ”

The immortals suddenly realized.

"Patriarch. Shui De Xingjun asked, "Have you learned all the immortal texts?"

"Learned, Xianwen is not difficult, the difficult thing is to use it to create Taoism. ”

The patriarch stroked his long beard and said, "I have created a thunder and lightning technique, do you want to see it?"

The immortals nodded.

The patriarch took them to the center of the library.

Here, Zhenyuan Daisen leads a group of youkai who are studying an open scroll.

The scroll is the terminal of the path of all souls, and in order for words to become spells, it must pass through this scroll.

This scroll was created by Sun Wukong before he fell asleep, and if he wanted to popularize the Immortal Dao, he had to mass-produce it, but Zhenyuan Daxian They hadn't found a way to make it yet.

"Zhenyuan Daxian, I'm going to use the scroll. ”

The patriarch spoke, and Zhenyuan Daxian asked the monsters to get out of the way and let the patriarch walk to the scroll.

The patriarch touched his fingertips, and dense immortal texts began to appear on the scroll.

He wrote down the thunder and lightning recipe he had created, but after waiting for a long time, the handwriting disappeared, and the scroll still had no response.

How could there be no response?

The patriarch frowned slightly.

"Is there a mistake?"

The other immortals were also puzzled.

"You try. ”

The patriarch handed over the immortal inscription of the thunder and lightning recipe to the other immortals, and the immortals wrote it on the scroll one by one, but there was still no response.

"There's a mistake in this Dao technique. ”

A crisp voice sounded in the background.

The patriarch turned around and found Daji coming.

"Let me help you change it. ”

Daji walked to the side of the scroll, stretched out his hand, and rows of immortal texts appeared on the scroll one after another.

In the astonished eyes of the immortals, after these immortal texts appeared, they turned into bands of light and flew out of the scroll.

The ribbon of light flew in mid-air, and after a while, it converged, intertwined, and merged into a circular ball of light.

"This is the thunder and lightning formula. ”

Daji said as she withdrew her hand.

The patriarch looked at her: "Why are you so skilled?"

"I was exposed early. ”

Daji replied.

She had slept under the Ten Thousand Souls Tree for a long time, and had long understood the essence of the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Dao, and the round ball composed of this light ribbon was the Dao technique that had been reconstructed by words.

Shui De Xingjun looked at the ball of light curiously: "This is really a thunderbolt ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, an immortal's hair stood on end and had already told him the answer.

"General Guo Shen!"

The other immortals hurriedly pulled General Guo Shen away from the ball.

"This technique is too simple. ”

Daji's eyes flashed, "I can show you a more complicated one." ”

She wrote a new immortal script on the scroll, and soon after, a ball of light appeared in her hand.

"Fusion skills. ”

The patriarch looked at the ball of light: "You have even learned this." ”

"Learned. ”

Daji watched as the ball of light melted into her body, and then spoke, but her voice seemed to sound from all directions.

"It's amplification. ”

With a crisp sound, a stone fell on the spiritual net.

Sun Wukong feels that the fire he created has been ignited.

His sleepy consciousness opened his eyelids slightly.

He saw the most familiar figure guarding the bedside.

She guarded day and night, and it took a long time to wipe away her tears and begin to move forward.

After the great kingdom was rebuilt, people began to migrate from all over Xiniuhezhou.

On the land of Nuoda, some people are crying, some people are laughing, but more people are wiping their sweat and working.

The shining spiritual net lit up a night sky and spread out towards the wider world.

Cities have risen from the ground, and adults, children, and the elderly are all looking up in front of the statues.

Generations of scrolls were brought out of the workshop, and the glow of cannon fire appeared on the floating ships.

Then, one after another, light began to flicker in the hands of mortals.

Some people were injured, some were even in danger of their lives.

But even so, they still don't stop and move forward to the future.

No matter the wind, rain, or sun, they study desperately and inspire all wisdom to create.

Sun Wukong didn't know what kind of results these mortals would create.

However, the Immortal Dao has been completed, and the Heavenly Dao is also within reach.

When he wakes up, he should be able to see it.

Sun Wukong closed his eyelids and fell into a long sleep again.

The truth of all souls is established.

Time begins to flow.

With anticipation for the next future, the butterfly in the dream slowly spreads its wings.