The Monkey King's spirit soars in a vast totemic world.

It's a perfect world, with mountains, valleys, endless oceans, and vast lands.

In this boundless world, he is like a scale in the ocean, insignificant.

But everything in this world is totemized.

Totem is a kind of writing that can create all things.

The world it creates is the reflection of the world of Hongmeng.

Sun Wukong soars in the sky, seventy-two changes are as simple as breathing, he sometimes changes birds, sometimes changes animals, sometimes dives into the sea......

Every time there is a change, a totem appears on Sun Wukong's body.

And each totem has its own special meaning.

Through the seventy-two changes, Sun Wukong learns the meaning of those totems and understands the story of the lost world in a way that others cannot understand.

Everything in this world is not static, but fluid.

The world is the migration, the world is the direction, it is a real world.

Sun Wukong feels the vicissitudes of life in this world, witnesses all things in this world, is born, reproduces, runs forward, and moves forward under his eyes.

A vast emotion surged into Sun Wukong's heart, warmth, enthusiasm, and something beyond everything.

What he's looking for, right ahead.

Monkey King kept flying, kept learning, and then finally ...... He arrived at the center of this world.

Here is an ethereal cloud of smoke, countless totems hidden inside, in which it is impossible to reach here without rare talents.

Sun Wukong walked into Yunyan, looked at it for a long time, and sat down cross-legged.

He stopped touring this world, began to collect and understand the Hongmeng world behind those totems, and then gradually knew everything.

In the heavenly court, the Sanskrit sound resounded in the palace, and the flowers and rain fell all over the sky.

Ao Luan, who was busy, suddenly moved in his heart and stopped what he was doing.

She walked out of the palace and looked up, Sun Wukong was sitting under the Bodhi tree, surrounded by totems in all directions, as if he had supreme majesty.

Those totems can be seen in every star house.

Sun Wukong has been sitting for seven days and seven nights, and from the third day, more and more totems surround him.

His aura became higher and more unreachable, and from time to time, a totem burst around him, turning into a large area of brilliance, sprinkled in all directions.

Chaos, except for the Sanskrit sound of the Buddha, is quiet in all directions.?

Ao Luan had a feeling in his heart that Sun Wukong would wake up soon.

Sure enough, not long after she looked up, two bright lights suddenly appeared in the center of the chaos, like a dazzling rainbow streaked through the air.

"My brother is out of the customs. ”

Ao Luan smiled: "That's the light in his eyes." ”

"Eyes?"

Emperor Yao, who came out behind her, was startled: "His eyes still have such magical powers?"

Those two divine rainbows are not ordinary spells, and he may not be able to withstand them when they hit him.

"Why didn't he fight me with this before?"

Emperor Yao looked at the void: "Is this underestimating me?"

He still has some doubts about the previous battle.

Ao Luan ignored him and happily flew towards Chaos.

Under the Bodhi tree, Sun Wukong opened his eyes, his pupils were almost transparent like glass, and he could clearly see the golden flames burning inside.

"You're getting stronger again. ”

The Buddha stopped chanting and looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's eyes are transparent, the golden armor is not stained with dust, and he has a supreme demeanor.

When he got up, he looked behind him, where a phantom figure was gradually dissipating.

"Thank you. ”

Sun Wukong said.

The phantom shook its head and vanished.

"Is there any chance of his resurrection?"

The Buddha came to Sun Wukong's side and asked.

"Yes. ”

Sun Wukong looked at the Bodhi tree: "If the avenue is not destroyed, he has the possibility of resurrection." ”

The Buddha smiled and asked, "Have you discovered the truth of chaos?"

Sun Wukong nodded, stretched out his hand, and an egg rose in his palm, looming, like a flower in a mirror, without revealing half of his breath.

The Buddha looked at it, then reached out and ran his palm through the egg without touching anything.

"Void. ”

The Buddha realized: "The original realm is what Hongmeng has, but chaos does not have." ”

"Its real name is not called the Void. ”

Sun Wukong put away the egg and said, "That's the Source Realm." ”

The Source Realm is the place where all spirits gather, and all people, birds, beasts, insects, fish, flowers, grasses, trees, and stones in the chaos have spirits.

"The Source Realm is the space of the true spirit of all things, which is transformed by the will power of all things. ”

Sun Wukong said.

"Willpower?"

The Buddha frowned slightly: "But what are we talking about?"

"Yes. ”

Sun Wukong nodded: "In today's chaos, the power of desire cannot reach the source realm. ”

He learned about the power of wish in the world of totems, and many questions in his heart were answered.

For example, merit - the so-called merit, why can people become immortals without cultivation, and the so-called incense, why incense can make the immortals live with the sky and prevent all evils.

Sun Wukong once asked Taishang Laojun these questions, but Taishang Laojun had no answers, only said that this is a fixed number since ancient times.

But now Monkey King understands.

Whether it is merit or incense, it is a form of willingness.

The power of desire is the supreme power of chaos and the source of endless life.