Sun Dakong is a lucky one.

After taking a selfie, he fell down from Huaguo Mountain, which is said to be five or six hundred meters high.

Not to mention people, even if a steel ball falls from the top of the mountain, I'm afraid it will also break, he can actually not die, isn't it lucky?

As my eyes grew brighter, the first thing I saw was my furry body.

The golden hair is really beautiful, but it is also very inconsistent with Sun Dakong's aesthetics, as a pure-blooded Oriental man, he is not pursuing the thick chest hair like James Bond.

Sun Dakong couldn't imagine how such a body could have grown into a stone.

In front of you is a thick stone wall, and the crystal-like stone allows outside light to let in.

Under the faint sunlight, the inner stone wall glowed with a five-colored brilliance, enveloping his furry body, allowing his body to grow slowly, and wherever the body grew, his senses and control also extended.

It's a strange feeling, no one has ever been able to see the growth of their own body with their own eyes, and this process of making something from nothing is as great as the creation of the world, until a hairy tail grows......

"Who am I and where am I?"

Exploring new worlds is an irresistible allure for any life.

After a long wait, the stone walls in front of him were thin enough for him to see the new world he was in.

Sun Dakong impatiently set his eyes into the distance. The crystal-clear stone wall no longer obstructs his vision, but forms a scientific concave and convex angle, like a natural telescope, sending his vision far away.

All human beings are the same, when they can explore the world with their eyes, the first thing they look for is always the sky.

The sky was blue and clear, purer than the heart of a newborn, and a small red bird with three legs was flying out of the white clouds, and then into another cloud, back and forth, and with pleasure.

Sun Dakong didn't pay much attention to the three-legged red bird, but carefully observed the sky and the countless white clouds floating in the air.

It's too fake.

Sun Dakong saw the problem at a glance.

The sky here is purer and bluer than the sky in Potala, but the beauty has lost its reality, more like a static painting than a natural creation.

And those white clouds, each one as white as a marshmallow that has just come out of the pot.

But ah, why do these marshmallows only come in a few forms? And they all stand obediently in the air like students who have been punished by the teacher, not moving, and finally they are easy to move, neatly like a military parade in the square?

It's a fake sky, a fake cloud!

Who can have such power, can 'control' the sky and clouds? Sun Dakong looked down at his golden furry body, and suddenly felt a bad feeling......

I don't know how long it has been, but there is finally a trace of life in this false sky. Wisps of mist began to rise from below, gradually condensing into a cloud in the air.

This cloud is finally 'alive'! like a prisoner unshackled, running, jumping, and shouting for freedom.

Its color gradually darkens, and finally it forms a dark cloud that may rain at any moment.

Sun Dakong's eyes widened, and he was overjoyed by this hard-won dark cloud, which represented freedom in this false prosperity sky.

"Whew!"

When the first drop of rain fell from the long-awaited rain, a Xunfeng wind suddenly appeared next to the dark clouds, and the wind was so fierce that the dark clouds were blown away in an instant......