As far as Sun Wukong could see, the stairs still had no end in sight, but there was no hindrance, calm as ever, and his voice reverberated back and forth in the void.

Looking at the quiet void in front of him, Sun Wukong frowned, wondering in his heart, what is this?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, the endless staircase suddenly shattered, turning into fragments in the sky, Sun Wukong's figure fell downward, and the entire space flashed with golden light, stabbing Sun Wukong's eyes can't open.

When Sun Wukong stood still and opened his eyes again, Jing found that he was not injured, and a phantom appeared in front of him.

In the phantom, a gentle and elegant young Taoist appeared.

The phantom changed rapidly, but it clearly penetrated Sun Wukong's mind.

The Taoist inside is sometimes immersed in cultivation, and sometimes fights with swords, telling about his cultivation career.

Time passes, from the Taoist youth, youth, middle age, until gray hair fluttering.

The Taoist accepted three disciples in his life, all of whom had excellent roots and outstanding talents.

The four masters and apprentices worked together to establish the Taoist Academy, until the Taoist became an immortal.

Sun Wukong stared intently at the Taoist in the phantom, and said to himself: "This Taoist is the founding ancestor of the Daomen Academy!"

As soon as the words fell, the picture in the phantom changed, making Sun Wukong frown.

On this day, the Taoist stood on the top of the cold mountain, he looked up at the sky, and his body was dusty.

On the sky, there were tumbling black clouds, among which the Dao thunder and lightning were condensed and poured on the Dao people.

The Taoist bears the baptism of the heavenly tribulation motionlessly, if he survives the heavenly tribulation, he will be able to ascend to the Tao and turn his feathers into immortals!

The Tribulation seemed endless, and it lasted for three days and nights before it dissipated. And the Taoist has finally survived the catastrophe, but he is also in the weakest period, sitting on the top of the cold, and his luck has recovered.

At this moment, more than a dozen figures appeared not far from the Daoist's body, surrounding the Daoist in the middle, making the Daoist's face very ugly.

These figures, except for a middle-aged man wearing Taoist clothes, are all Buddhists, all of whom have white hair and fluttering, and their cultivation is amazing.

The Taoist swept everyone away with a cold face, landed on the middle-aged Taoist, and asked angrily, "My good apprentice, what do you want to do here?"

The middle-aged Taoist sneered and said, "Master, don't blame the apprentice, who told you not to give me the immortal fate?"

The Taoist asked angrily: "This creation, only choose people who are destined, don't you know?"

The middle-aged Taoist looked hideous and said, "Fart, you don't want to leave it to the second and third junior brothers, I am your eldest disciple!"

Dao was so angry that his face turned pale, and he beat his chest and said: "If I had known that you were such a wolf-hearted dog, I shouldn't have accepted you as an apprentice back then!"

"Stop talking nonsense, kill him, and rob his Ascending Pavilion!"

One monk took the lead in impatiently making a move, and the rest followed suit.

Daoists have just survived the Heavenly Tribulation, and their bodies are at their weakest, so how can they be their opponents.

Until the end, the Taoist dragged most of the monks to Huangquan in the way of self-explosion, leaving only the middle-aged Taoist, and the monk who was the highest cultivator, but he was also seriously injured.

Although the Taoist fell, he left behind a trace of his divine soul, and concealed the ears and eyes of his eldest disciple and possessed himself in the Heavenly Pavilion.

After the fall of the Daoren, his disciples returned to the Daomen Academy, falsely claiming that the Daoist had been promoted, dispelling the suspicions of the two juniors.

Since then, the Ascending Heaven Pavilion has become the treasure of the Taoist Academy, the three disciples of the Taoist, although the eldest disciple does not know that the Ascending Pavilion has its soul, but the Ascending Pavilion is the magic weapon that the Taoist has before his death, he is afraid of accidents, and the two junior disciples are afraid of outsiders getting involved. The eldest disciple put all kinds of prohibitions inside and outside the cabinet with his fake hands. There is only one time in a year.

The divine soul left behind by the Daoist was not strong, and he could only barely hide in the Ascending Heaven Pavilion, and he was unable to break the ban and come out of the outside world to inform the other two disciples of the news.

And after one of the three elders who had been in charge of the Heavenly Pavilion in the past dynasties was a big disciple, the Daoist had no chance to take advantage of it.

For hundreds of years, although countless Daoists have entered the Heavenly Pavilion to practice, none of them have been able to pass the test and reach the top. And the second and third disciples of the Taoist have also ascended to the Tao and left in the past few years.

The soul left behind by the Taoist is getting weaker and weaker, but he still has to wait.

The picture changed until Sun Wukong.

Watching the picture gradually disappear, a trace of anger flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, others knew that the founding ancestor of the Sect School had left, leaving the Great Creation in the Heavenly Pavilion, but they didn't want to have such a secret in it.

This ancestor, Jing has been falling for a long time, and he still died unjustly!

His eldest disciple is so wolf-hearted, for his own benefit, he colludes with outsiders to deceive his teacher and destroy his ancestors.

"Come to the juniors, if you take away the immortal fate that I left behind, and clean the portal for my Dao Gate, would it be good?"

In the void, the voice of the Taoist sounded!

Sun Wukong looked up at the void and said heavily: "Seniors, rest assured, this kind of deception and destruction of ancestors, everyone will be punished, I, Sun Wukong, swear here, I will definitely fulfill the last wish of my predecessors!"

"Sun Wukong, what a familiar name!" The voice of the Daoist in the void paused, and said: "Seventeen years ago, an arm covered with monkey hair fell from outside the sky, this arm is like an incorruptible golden body, nothing can be destroyed, over the years, this arm has already fused and absorbed the power of immortal creation in the Heavenly Pavilion!"

Feeling the doubts in those words, Sun Wukong thought about it and said frankly: "I can't hide it, that's what I'm looking for!"

"Are you?" the voice in the void was filled with shock.

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with anger, and he said proudly: "My name is Sun Wukong, and I am exactly the Sun Wukong you think of in your heart!"

"Monkey King?" the Taoist asked closely!

"It was I, seventeen years ago, I was assassinated by thieves like you, and the way is unspeakable. Today, I am here to regain my golden body!"

"It turned out to be the Great Sage, who admired the Great Name for a long time, forgive me for sending myself to the Heavenly Pavilion, and I couldn't show up to meet you!"

"It's okay, Brother Dao can leave with confidence, and now I am in your Daomen Academy. In the future, if my Monkey King cultivates to recover, I will definitely help you clean up the portal!"

Sun Wukong didn't talk much nonsense, the Taoist only had a trace of his soul left, and if it dissipated, it would be annihilated. But he has no choice but to help him fulfill his last wish!

"Since it's a great sage, I'm at ease. The voice in the void was full of relieved relief: "Great Grace, there is nothing to thank the Great Sage, so I will give this Heavenly Pavilion to the Great Sage." In addition to this, in order not to make others suspicious. The things of the eighth layer are all some amazing exercises, and they must be difficult to enter the eyes of the Great Sage. But the Great Sage can hand it over to the Daomen Academy, so that the Great Sage can hide it from those who disagree!"

Sun Wukong nodded solemnly and was speechless, for him, it was the greatest good thing to be able to recover the golden body.

"Great Sage, then, farewell!"

In the void, the voice of the Taoist was full of melancholy: "Born in the world, how can you be an immortal, that's it, that's it, there are regrets in this life, only hate the sky!"

The voice of the Taoist gradually dissipated in the air, as if it had never appeared!

"Alas・・・・・・"

Sun Wukong let out a long sigh in his mouth, what did he practice hard all his life for, and what did he get?

The golden light of the void flashed again, and Sun Wukong looked fixedly, not far from him, there was an object!

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