Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 355 The Great Sage's Root of Intent Acquired (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)
"Buddha, I've heard people say that the demon is related to you..."

“I, Old Sun, am a thousand times higher than that throne. He reveres me like his parents and regards me as a god. How could you utter the word ‘slave’?”

"I beg the Buddha to be lenient and recite the mantra to loosen the golden headband, so that I may remove it and return to secular life."

"That monster said it recognized me somewhat, so it must not be a monster from the mortal world, but more likely a spirit from heaven."

"Alright, alright, everyone call it a day..."

"Open your dog eyes! I'll take it off right now and show it to you!"

……

Clumps of black, sand-like substance flew out from Yang Jian's third eye between his eyebrows.

Moments later, lightning flashed and thunder roared, dust and stones flew everywhere, and the sky was filled with swirling clouds, clearly indicating that a storm was about to break.

At the same time, the two of them heard some of the words that Sun Wukong had said on their journey to the West, but they sounded a little confused and made them feel dizzy.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xian's gaze became slightly serious. He immediately stood up, making circular motions with his hands in mid-air, as if practicing Tai Chi. Finally, he slowly brought his hands together in the middle, one above the other.

In an instant, a surge of immense magical power began to flow.

Under Yang Jian's astonished gaze, Wu Xian re-condensed these strange black substances, bringing them together in his palm until they finally transformed into a pitch-black bead, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sun Wukong's memories, or rather, the seeds of his rebellious and fighting spirit.

In the original timeline, if the chosen one defeated Yang Jian, he could merge with this root of intent, then go to Flower Fruit Mountain again, defeat the Great Sage's remaining body, and thus unlock the second ending without the golden headband, inheriting Sun Wukong's will and becoming the new Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

But now, with Wu Xian's interference, he won't merge these memories, nor is there any need for it. On the contrary, there is an opportunity to bring the former Sun Wukong back to the world.

Whether that was still the original Sun Wukong is really hard to say.

"You monkey, you're really something else."

Yang Jian had already stood up. Looking at the black bead in Wu Xian's hand, he seemed to realize what Wu Xian wanted to do, so he shook his head and asked.

"What do you plan to do next? If I'm not mistaken, the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling are probably searching for you everywhere, eager to get rid of you as soon as possible."

He had already heard Wu Xian recount his heroic deeds on Flower Fruit Mountain while they were drinking earlier.

It's one thing to repel 100,000 heavenly soldiers and immortals, but the key point is that he later killed the Golden-Winged Roc, shattered the Buddha's projection, and even threw his golden alms bowl into the Heavenly Court.

Such behavior is undoubtedly a provocation to both the Eastern and Western Heavens. Even if it's just for the sake of saving face, the Jade Emperor and Buddha will not easily let it go.

"Hehe, of course we're going to make a big splash, but there's no rush. Before we start, we need to recruit some soldiers and horses. I don't want to be a commander without troops."

Wu Xian smiled and turned to look at Yang Jian, "So, True Lord, are you interested in joining this revolutionary cause?"

Yang Jian remained silent, not giving an immediate answer, clearly still harboring some concerns.

Seeing his expression, Wu Xian was not surprised. He simply stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him, "I know what you're thinking. After all, you're different from me. You're not all alone. You have brothers and sisters, and you don't want to drag them down with you."

But I still hope you can reconsider. After all, you've been missing for over five hundred years. Even if you choose to return to Heaven, they won't be able to trust you again. They might impose all sorts of restrictions on you, just like they did on Sun Wukong, or even worse, threaten you with the lives of your sister and brothers.

Yang Jian remained silent for a long while before finally asking, "How can you guarantee that you will succeed?"

"Hehe, I can't guarantee anything, but if we want to change this corrupt Three Realms and Six Paths, someone has to stand up and take the lead, and that's the meaning of revolution."

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but he quickly recovered and gave Wu Xian a deep look before saying, "Okay, I'm willing to join your...revolution. But I'm curious, when you mentioned recruiting soldiers and horses, who were you planning to ask for help? Monsters?"

"More or less, you'll see when the time comes."

Wu Xian smiled mysteriously, then turned around, intending to leave this secret realm within the painting. Before leaving, he seemed to remember something, took out an item from his storage space, and threw it behind him.

"then."

Yang Jian reached out and grabbed it, but when he saw what it looked like, his expression was slightly taken aback. "Li Jing's Exquisite Pagoda?"

"Yes, your old friend is in there too. Zhenjun, you should recuperate in this painting first and take care of him. When the time is right, it will be time for us to sound the clarion call of revolution."

Wu Xian didn't turn around, waved his hand, and gradually disappeared from the light, leaving only a faint echo.

"That monkey!"

Yang Jian looked at the spot where Wu Xian had disappeared, shook his head helplessly and chuckled, then looked at the exquisite pagoda in his hand and muttered to himself:
“Sun Wukong, you have a very outstanding junior. He is stronger than all of us. Your choice back then may have been right. He really can accomplish that and fulfill your wish.”

……

In front of the murals at the pagoda.

Amidst the distorted light and shadow, Wu Xian stepped out of the painting. Looking back, the once blank mural was now covered by a scene of wind and snow, while Erlang Shen Yang Jian stood amidst the broken mountain peaks, holding a pagoda, appearing exceptionally lonely and desolate.

"Nephew, you've finally come out."

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, and Pigsy came running over excitedly, carrying a rake. He complained, "You really are something, not taking your uncle in with you. I wanted to see how you beat up that three-eyed guy!"

Zhu Bajie had no doubt that Wu Xian could defeat Erlang Shen Yang Jian. After all, even the projection of the Buddha was shattered with a single blow, so Erlang Shen Yang Jian was just a piece of cake for him.

Wu Xian smiled slightly, but didn't respond. Instead, he looked around and asked, "Where are those two guys?"

This naturally refers to Maitreya and Yuan Shoucheng. In the game, after the Chosen One defeated Yang Jian, the two of them disappeared. Wu Xian thought that his situation was different and that things might change, but he didn't expect it to be the same.

"The fat monk and the old Taoist priest slipped away after you entered the mural, saying that a great calamity was about to befall them and they needed to go back to make some preparations."

As he spoke, Pigsy sneered again: "What preparations? In my opinion, they are clearly scared and want to sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight, and help whoever wins."

"maybe."

Wu Xian remained noncommittal, reaching into his storage space to retrieve the Ruyi Scroll. He probed it with his divine sense, and immediately a flash of light appeared, revealing his fourth sister's figure inside the Floating Pagoda.

"This is……"

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Fourth Sister paused for a moment, but when she saw Wu Xian, a smile appeared on her face, which quickly disappeared as she crossed her arms and let out a soft hum.

"Hmph! Still alive."

Wu Xian felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this. Under Zhu Bajie's teasing gaze, he hugged his fourth sister and said softly, "I told you, after this fight, I will never let you stay in the painting again. So please don't be angry, okay?"

Fourth Sister pressed her cheek against Wu Xian's chainmail, her indifferent expression softening slightly, but she asked in a somewhat melancholic tone, "So what happened next? Is everything over?"

"Of course... no."

Wu Xian shook his head, but still had a smile on his face: "There's still a tough battle ahead, but this time I want to fight alongside you. Are you... willing to come with me on this journey?"

The fourth sister didn't say anything, but simply raised her hand to hug Wu Xian back, tightening her arms slightly, showing her attitude through her actions.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, Pigsy coughed, and when Wu Xian looked over, he said awkwardly, "Um, could you include me too?"

"Of course, it's not just my martial uncle; I've invited many other people this time!"

As Wu Xian spoke, the smile in his eyes grew even wider.

"Judging by the time, they should be arriving around now."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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