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Chapter 148 The Birth of the Monkey King!

Lingji Bodhisattva was completely stripped of his last mask by the Yellow Wind Monster's scathing rebuke, and in full view of everyone, he went completely insane.

"Lingji!" Huang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and the resentment that had been building up in his chest for so long, combined with the betrayal he had just learned, completely turned into a raging fire.

His enormous golden nose flared violently, and with each breath he inhaled, the air around Mount Sumeru emitted a shriek, forming a visible vortex.

The Yellow Wind Monster roared, shaking the surrounding area. Its chest heaved wildly like a bellows, and endless wind essence, carrying sand and stones from the earth, surged into its open mouth.

At this point, he was no longer the spirited young man he once was.

Having just descended from Mount Ling, he was full of ambition, believing that as long as he did his best, no one could replace him as the pilgrim.

Upon arriving in the country of Sri Lanka, he felt a light in his heart, believing that as long as he was good, he had attained the true essence of Buddhism.

Upon arriving at Huangfeng Ridge, he ventured into the demon's lair, thinking, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" He rescued the people of Sihali Kingdom, who had been turned into rats, and reformed the demons of Huangfeng Ridge. He believed that as long as he made this sacrifice, Buddha would surely see it.

However, those letters completely shattered his preconceived notions.

It was all a lie; he was deceived, fooled by the beautiful things in the scriptures.

In this world, there are no Buddhas, only man-eating demons.

So let the wind rise, let the strong wind blow towards the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling, so that you may know whether I have the strength to retrieve this scripture!

"Hold on, you two heroes! Don't let him take out the Wind-Stabilizing Pill!"

Upon hearing this, Kui Mulang and Yinlu Tongzi intensified their attacks on Lingji, preventing him from taking out his magic weapon several times. Finally, Huangfeng Guai finished charging up his power.

Samadhi Divine Wind, rise!

Having gathered its strength, the Yellow Wind Monster thrust its massive head forward, sending all its rage soaring into the heavens and earth with the raging wind.

Woohoo!
A low, mournful whistling sound began, like the roars of millions of ferocious beasts awakening from the earth. Then, countless tiny whirlwinds appeared out of thin air, instantly growing stronger and converging!
The sky and earth suddenly darkened, and an invisible gale rose from the ground, sweeping up all the mud, sand and gravel within a thousand miles of Little Sumeru Mountain, forming a huge, turbid, and violent yellow wind pillar that stretched from heaven to earth.

The sunlight completely disappeared, and it was pitch black; only the howling wind and the piercing screeching of the yellow sand remained. The world was engulfed in a chaotic expanse of yellow sand, and the sun, moon, and stars were all hidden.

Above the Heavenly Court, the Purple Palace Star Region, hidden deep within the sky, seemed to tremble slightly, as if the foundation of the Imperial Palace, symbolizing the operation of the Heavenly Dao, was shaken by this unruly storm.

Deep within the Tushita Palace, Laozi, who was fanning the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace, paused slightly in the fan in his hand. The earth shook, and for a moment, the wind blew by. He had no time to care about the pills in the furnace and cursed loudly, having ruined another batch of good pills.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King and his son Nezha seemed to be arguing. Li Tianwang held up his exquisite pagoda and made Nezha kneel down. A strong wind blew by, and Li Tianwang suddenly transformed into Li Tianwang who had shed his pagoda. The Heavenly King's expression changed drastically, and the pagoda in his hand had disappeared. Now Nezha had seized the opportunity. Without the pagoda, he thought, "See if I can do anything to you!" The wandering son raised his sword to strike his loving father, but as soon as he raised his hand, he found that the long sword in his hand had also disappeared.

Outside the Great Thunderclap Temple, the Buddha light surrounding the five hundred Arhats listening to the sutras was torn apart by the turbulent currents, their solemn appearances were no longer visible, and the Dharma formation was instantly disrupted. Everyone tried to protect themselves, either sitting cross-legged and chanting mantras or offering Dharma treasures for protection, with panicked shouts rising and falling.

The eight Vajra guardians protecting the Buddhist temple gripped their vajras and glared at the source of the wind, letting out a deafening roar in an attempt to counter the storm with sound waves. However, their roars and the golden light protecting them were violently distorted and deformed in the wind.

Outside Huangfeng Ridge, Li Jing was agonizing over the map. His campaign against the Turks had been a series of victories, and now the final battle was approaching. Li Jing wanted to launch another surprise attack, but after several days, there was still no wind. Just then, sand and gravel billowed up. Li Jing, his expression excited, ordered his troops to assemble immediately and prepare to advance!
Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, the peaceful atmosphere that had just arisen due to the revival of spiritual roots was abruptly torn apart by a sudden gust of wind pressure.

"Samadhi Divine Wind!" The old man of the South Pole stopped stroking his beard abruptly, his cloudy old eyes shooting out two beams of light as he shouted in a low voice.

The destructive aura in the wind instantly made him recognize this ominous sign that had long since vanished.

Zhen Yuanzi's originally calm and composed face instantly frosted over. He didn't speak, but his wide sleeves moved without wind, silently enveloping the entire Wuzhuang Temple courtyard. The newly sprouted branches and leaves of the ginseng fruit tree were blown wildly by the gale, groaning under the unbearable weight.

The kind and gentle expression on Guanyin Bodhisattva's face vanished. With the strange movements at Five Elements Mountain preceding this, and now encountering this ancient divine wind, two major events erupted at the same time, causing the alarm bells in her heart to rise to their peak.

Guanyin's lotus platform shone brightly, and her figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight towards the eye of the storm.

However, this Samadhi Divine Wind is not something easily attained.
This is the culmination of the Yellow Wind Monster's accumulated grief and despair over a thousand years, containing a violent will to tear apart all pretense.

The wind barrier was as thick as a solid substance. Even Guanyin Bodhisattva's escape light was severely hindered for a moment upon touching the turbid and violent yellow wind barrier, and its speed was noticeably slowed down.

Zhen Yuanzi and the Antarctic Immortal exchanged a glance, both seeing the solemnity and shock in each other's eyes.

With a clear whistle, the Antarctic Immortal roared, and the sika deer beneath him cried out, transforming into its true form and radiating celestial light to protect its master. A wooden staff, shimmering with rosy light, had appeared in the Immortal's hand, its tip pointing towards the raging wind. Strands of vibrant, clear light flowed out, attempting to soothe and guide the violent storm.

Zhen Yuanzi took a more direct approach. He took a step forward, instantly activating the power of the Wanshou Mountain's earth veins beneath his feet. An invisible mountain range rose from the ground, standing between Wuzhuang Temple and the raging wind. He pressed his hands down in the air, intending to forcefully suppress and flatten it with unparalleled divine power.

At the foot of Five Elements Mountain.

A fierce wind swept through the entire valley, and flying sand and stones crashed against the rocks with a crackling sound, turning the world into a dim yellow.

The Five Directions Protectors and others were trapped under the Black Bear Demon's spear wind, and they were furious at being rejected by the local earth and mountain gods.

The Black Bear Demon, alone with his spear, stood like a rock on the final path leading to the mountaintop, suppressing all the gods and Buddhas.

The seemingly kind smile on his dark, rugged face did not fade; on the contrary, it appeared even more genuine because he had trapped his enemy.

Those thick eyebrows and big eyes are hard to tell from normal times, but when they strike, they're really ruthless.

"Hurry up the mountain!" the black bear spirit reminded again in a low voice, his voice clearly reaching Chen Guangrui's ears amidst the howling wind.

With a casual swing of his black-tasseled spear, he created a heavy gust of wind, forcing the Golden-Headed Jiedi and his men to retreat several steps again, their formation becoming increasingly scattered.

Without further hesitation, Chen Guangrui suppressed his surging blood and qi, and taking advantage of the moment when the black bear demon completely held him back, he mustered his strength and stumbled towards the mountaintop that symbolized the final imprisonment.

His figure appeared small yet tenacious amidst the raging wind and boulders; such a minor deity, at this moment, stepped into the very center of all the contradictions.

"You still want to uncover that Buddhist scroll? Don't even think about it!" The silver-headed Jiedi, bound like a rice dumpling by the golden rope, was thrown to the ground, still roaring hoarsely.

"Wishful thinking! That Buddhist calligraphy was personally written by the Buddha himself, containing supreme power. No matter who you are, you cannot shake it!"

While parrying the Black Bear Demon's mountain-like heavy spear, the Golden-Headed Jiedi stared furiously at Chen Guangrui's rising figure, his voice filled with terror and a blustering yet cowardly threat.

"How dare you disrespect the Buddha's decree! You are overestimating yourselves!"

Their threat stemmed more from the supreme authority of the Buddhist calligraphy itself.

This is a talisman set forth by the Buddha; how could an ordinary ant possibly uncover it?

at the foot of the mountain.

Sun Wukong had been gazing up quietly, his golden eyes filled with a longing that had been dormant for many years. But when the Five Directions Protectors roared out the supreme decree of the Buddha, the flame in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Years of repression had left an indelible mark on his heart. Even though that stubborn man claimed he could remove it, the weight of the two words "Buddha" remained as heavy as the Five Finger Mountain pressing down on the depths of his memory.

He knew all too well the Buddha's power.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong burst into a tirade, "You old Buddha, listen up! If Grandpa Sun gets out of here today, I'll definitely turn the world upside down again!"

His curses seemed more like an outlet for his unease, a way to dispel the invisible and heavy shadow of Buddha's power for himself and for the person climbing the mountain.

Wuxing Mountain.

The wind howled in his ears, almost blowing him away. Step by step, Chen Guangrui finally reached the summit!

On the flat surface of the most prominent boulder at the summit, a long, golden Buddhist scroll lay quietly affixed to the rock. It appeared to be made of ordinary material, like pasted yellow paper, but on it were six large, dark gold characters, ancient and imposing:

Om Mani Padme Hum
These six characters, amidst the dim yellow sandstorm, radiated a gentle yet firm Buddhist light, keeping the raging sandstorm at bay, as if forming a tranquil and inviolable sacred realm.

This is the six-character mantra used by the Buddha to suppress Sun Wukong!

Although the Five Directions Protectors and their group were being held back, the roar carrying the last glimmer of hope still echoed in the wind.

"The Buddha's teachings are here; how dare you, you ants..."

However, their voices, along with Sun Wukong's angry curses mixed with resentment and anticipation from the foot of the mountain, seemed to fade into the distance.

Chen Guangrui stood in front of the calligraphy scroll, the strong wind almost making him lose his balance.

Looking at it, a sense of insignificance and suffocation arises from the depths of one's soul. All thoughts of using power seem absurd and laughable in its presence.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Guangrui lowered her head, opened her mouth wide, and bit down hard on her index finger.

A sharp pain shot through him, and bright red blood instantly gushed from his fingertip.

On the six-syllable mantra that radiated brilliant Buddhist light, Chen Guangrui raised his bloodstained finger, and a drop of scalding blood, belonging to him, dripped straight down.

In Chang'an, he once had Black Impermanence take a drop of Yin Wenjiao's blood, a drop that carried the soul of Jin Chanzi. He himself also secretly kept a drop of blood carrying the spirit of Jin Chanzi.

This was a contingency plan he left behind in Chang'an that day.

At that time, Chen Guangrui still didn't know how he would eventually escape.

He was just thinking that if the Buddhist sect couldn't get involved, he would go to the Five Elements Mountain, release the monkey, and let Brother Monkey stir things up.

Unexpectedly, the contingency plan I left behind back then has come in handy now.

At this moment, the two drops of blood merged and condensed into a single drop of blood.

The drop of blood landed precisely on the syllable "Om"!

puff.

A sound so faint it was almost drowned out by the wind.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling divine light.

The moment the blood touched the Buddhist scroll, the golden scroll, which carried the supreme power of the Buddha, trembled slightly, like a leaf blown by a gentle breeze or snow meeting the warm sun.

Immediately afterwards, it broke free from the rock's grip and twirled lightly in the air.

Then, under the desperate, bloodshot gaze of the Five Directions Protectors, and under the bewildered and shocked gaze of Chen Guangrui himself, the Buddhist scroll symbolizing absolute imprisonment was gently lifted up by an invisible force, drifting and floating, riding on the raging yellow wind that swept across the Five Elements Mountain, and disappeared in the sandstorm without a trace.

The last shackle that bound the Great Sage Equaling Heaven has been silently removed.

The Monkey King is about to be born!
Outside Chang'an City.

Dust billowed along the ancient road westward. The Venerable Xuanzang, dressed in a brand-new cassock and with a solemn and dignified expression, was trudging along the official road with great difficulty.

Bearing the earnest expectations of the Tang Emperor and the heavy trust of the Buddha, he vowed to retrieve the Mahayana scriptures.

Suddenly, without warning, he stumbled and clutched his forehead. An unprecedented, excruciating pain exploded from the depths of his soul, as if something extremely important had shattered instantly, forcibly torn from the scroll of his life. "Ah!" Xuanzang groaned in pain, his face turning deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks. He looked up blankly at the chaotic western sky, his eyes filled with profound fear and immense emptiness.

Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan.

The powerful golden protective shield had just stabilized in the gale, and the eight Vajras were still panting. On the lotus throne, the Tathagata Buddha, who was preaching to his disciples, suddenly paused for an extremely subtle moment.

His lowered eyelids lifted slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless time and space, instantly locking onto the direction of the Five Elements Mountain. A complex and unfathomable light flickered deep within those vast eyes that contained the essence of three thousand worlds.

He paused slightly, holding the scroll of the Lotus Sutra in his hands. Almost simultaneously, his gaze subtly swept towards the distant depths of the heavens, towards the direction above the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the end, the thought of raising his hand to unleash a thunderous punishment from afar turned into a soft sigh that no one could hear, and dissipated in the wind.

His face returned to its timeless tranquility and compassion. The fleeting, strange emotion he had felt seemed to have never existed. He slowly lowered his raised hand and continued to calmly explain the profound scriptures to his devout disciples.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens lies the Tusita Heaven.

Laozi sat cross-legged on a futon, gently and slowly sending a breeze toward the furnace eye to maintain the extremely delicate and balanced burning state of the Samadhi True Fire.

The instant that drop of blood stained the Buddhist scroll, the moment the energy of the Five Elements Mountain's shackles broke and stirred the heavens.

Lao Jun's withered fingers, which were fanning the fire, paused for an almost imperceptible moment. His eyelids didn't even seem to lift slightly.

The flames in the furnace remained as steady as ever.

A moment later, a gentle, almost whispered soliloquy echoed softly in the silent alchemy room, carrying a profound and knowing understanding that seemed to have seen through the ages.
"The Tao follows the natural order, and things come together according to circumstances. All great undertakings have their own predetermined course. When the time is right, things will naturally come to light. Such are the rules, and no one can interfere."

After speaking, he gently waved the fan in his hand again, as if the earth-shaking events of the heavens and the monkey's escape were nothing more than a gentle breeze blowing in front of the alchemy furnace.

The fire in the furnace still burns, reflecting the calm and all-encompassing face of Laozi in the ancient well.

At the foot of Five Elements Mountain.

Standing atop the mountain, Chen Guangrui watched as the golden Buddhist scroll, imbued with the supreme power of the Tathagata, was stained with a drop of his own blood. It floated up and spun like a leaf in the wind, then vanished without a trace in the howling yellow storm.

There was no landslide or earthquake, no dazzling golden light.

But the invisible chains that bound us have been quietly broken!

"The Buddhist scroll... flew away?"

Halfway up the mountain, the Five Directions Protectors, who were fiercely fighting the Black Bear Demon, spotted the Golden-Headed Protector first and screamed. His voice was so sharp it was distorted, filled with unbelievable terror.

Bound by the golden rope, the silver-headed Jiedi struggled to raise his head, his face completely drained of color, leaving only a deathly despair. "How could this be? The Buddha's decree... has been revealed."

The black bear demon stood tall and imposing, his black-tasseled spear sweeping across his body, forcing back the monstrous Boro Jiedi who was trying to rush up the mountain. A hint of relief finally crept into the憨厚 smile on his dark face, and he growled in a low voice, "It's done!"

At the foot of the mountain, Sun Wukong, who had been silently gazing upwards, suddenly unleashed a dazzling light from his fiery eyes, as the Buddhist scroll drifted away from the mountain, enough to pierce through the endless yellow sand.

Rumble!
After more than six hundred years of silence, the Five Elements Mountain finally unleashed its terrifying accumulated power the moment its shackles were broken.

The massive mountain groaned and shook violently. The rocks, like awakened beasts, shed dust, and boulders crashed down, making the valley rumble and sending dust billowing into the sky, merging with the raging sandstorm.

"Old Buddha!"

A thunderous roar tore through the sky; the sound was no longer the suppressed howl of before, but filled with an unrestrained and domineering spirit that looked down upon the world.

"Hey! Open your eyes and look carefully, it's me, Old Sun, here!"

The last word fell as if a volcano, accumulating for millions of years, suddenly erupted.

boom!
The monkey's head, which was barely visible, suddenly struggled. The Five Finger Mountain, which had suppressed its base for six hundred years, and the incredibly thick and heavy mountain rock base, could no longer restrain this unruly soul.

The section of the mountain that Sun Wukong had pushed aside exploded with a deafening roar, and boulders of varying sizes shot out in all directions like a meteor shower!

A golden light, accompanied by billowing dust and scattered rocks, shot into the sky like the first ray of light after the creation of the world. The light was so dazzling that it actually managed to carve out an area in the dark and gloomy Samadhi wind.

At the center of the light, a lean figure, yet imbued with boundless power, slowly coalesced amidst the billowing dust and debris.

It is none other than the Monkey King of Flower Fruit Mountain, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who fights against heaven and earth!
He was still covered in dust and grime accumulated over six hundred years, his tattered clothes barely covered his body, and he had no crown on his head, with his golden hair flying wildly in the wind and sand.

However, he stood ramrod straight! His fiery eyes burned like wildfire, piercing straight into the sky!

He planted his feet firmly on the rock he had just cracked, raised his hand to pat the thick dust off his shoulders and head, and suddenly roared to the sky!
"Hahahaha!"

The laughter was wild and unrestrained, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks, as if it wanted to vent all the pent-up frustration and resentment of the past six hundred years.

"Buddha, so what if you imprisoned me, Old Sun, for six hundred years? I've still managed to escape today!"

He pointed his spear towards the west and roared, his voice filled with fearlessness and challenge.

"We've been together for a long time. Once I, Old Sun, have regrouped, I will definitely go back to Mount Ling and settle things with you! Let's see if your boundless Buddhist power can still suppress me, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

The four words "Great Sage Equal to Heaven" were like a proclamation, crashing heavily into the ears of every living being present!

Upon hearing this, the Black Bear Demon's eyes flashed, and a smile of approval appeared on his lips. Meanwhile, the Five Directions Protectors, the Four Duty Officers, the Day and Night Patrol Gods, and the others were already ashen-faced and trembling, their strength to resist the Black Bear Demon seemingly drained away by the boundless power of the Monkey King's rebirth.

The deafening roar of the collapsing mountains had not yet subsided, and the defiant voice and long laughter still echoed across the sky. Sun Wukong stretched his somewhat stiff limbs, then suddenly looked up at the higher horizon, as if he could see that distant yet familiar place.

"My children! I, Old Sun, am going home!"

With that final, high-pitched shout, the soaring golden light abruptly changed direction, tearing through the dim sky without a backward glance, and hurtling towards Dongsheng Divine Continent and the Flower and Fruit Immortal Mountain.

Eagle Sorrow Gorge.

The turbid stream rushed and gushed, echoing the long howl of the Monkey King coming from the distant Five Elements Mountain. Yuan Shoucheng sat cross-legged on a slippery blue stone on the bank, his brow furrowed and his voice heavy with worry.

Two jade plates, magical artifacts, were placed before him, gifts from Zhen Yuanzi. He glanced at them every now and then, then at the murky stream water, muttering to himself repeatedly.

"It's all over, it's completely over... The people for the pilgrimage have been chosen, and the Tang Emperor's brother has set off. The monkey from the Five Elements Mountain has been released, and that little white dragon underwater..."

He sighed, his voice even more distressed.

"He has a deep connection with Buddhism, why would he want to mess around with an old Taoist like me?"

Just when Yuan Shoucheng was filled with sorrow,

"Boom!"

The calm surface of Eagle Sorrow Gorge suddenly churned violently, as if an invisible giant dragon was turning over in the water.

Startled, Yuan Shoucheng dropped the peach he had just picked up into the water with a "plop".

Before he could even feel sorry for the peach,

"Ow!"

A deafening dragon roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the ravine.

"Splash!" A huge white column of water shot into the sky!

From within the column of water, a long, lithe white dragon revealed its true form. Its gleaming, hard scales reflected a cold light in the dim glow. The dragon's powerful body coiled and twisted, its head held high, facing the chaotic sky threatening a storm, uttering a vow that shook the mountains and fields. Its voice was filled with pride and determination.
"To be someone's horse to ride? To be someone's dog to be led? Don't even think about it!"

"I am the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace, and I shall forge my own path!"

The prince of the Dragon Palace was finally persuaded by Chen Guangrui's words and decided to leave behind his life of hard labor and make something of himself.

The enormous dragon's eyes swept over the dumbfounded Yuan Shoucheng on the shore without pausing. The white dragon suddenly swung its tail, creating towering waves, its massive body enveloped in mist and clouds. Choosing a direction, it shot forth like a giant white arrow, soaring into the heavens!

All that was left was Master Yuan, who was standing on the shore holding the jade plate, soaked to the bone, and completely dumbfounded.

"Huh?" Yuan Shoucheng wiped the water from his face, his mouth agape, and it took him a while to react.
"What is all this nonsense? They're all running away faster than the last, don't they care about their future? Don't they care about the pilgrimage?" He looked in the direction where the white dragon had disappeared, then at the murky stream, and hurriedly shouted, "Wait for me! I haven't caught up yet!"

Lesser Mount Sumeru.

The Yellow Wind Monster unleashed its full power, the Samadhi Divine Wind, which was tearing space apart. Kui Mulang and Yinlu Tongzi quickly retreated, avoiding the most violent center of the storm, but they were still blown about by the gale.

At the very center of the storm, Lingji Bodhisattva was already in a sorry state. His golden robe was torn in countless places by the sand and stones, his body was covered with fine bloodstains, and his Buddhist light was extremely dim, teetering on the verge of collapse.

His consciousness struggled between madness and final moments of clarity, his mouth still incoherently cursing names like Manjushri and Samantabhadra, his face filled with deep-seated resentment.

At the height of the howling wind, the Monkey King's roar echoed.

Lingji Bodhisattva, who was at the heart of the storm, instantly captured this earth-shattering change.

His eyes, bloodshot from madness, suddenly widened, the last vestige of clarity within them swallowed up by immense fear and resentment.

Braving the raging hurricane that could scrape bones and gnaw flesh, he abruptly turned his head and let out a final, hysterical howl at the Yellow Wind Monster, which was dominating the storm with its gaping maw in the center of the eye. The howl was so shrill it almost drowned out the wind.
"You did a good job!"

"You have utterly ruined the Buddha's grand plan, you wretched creature! The monkey has escaped, so you can wash your neck clean and await the Buddha's punishment!!"

This was less a rebuke and more a desperate curse before death.

However, the Yellow Wind Monster before him, with its huge golden pupils burning with the flames of vengeance, only showed boundless coldness and determination.

Lingji's words had no effect on the Yellow Wind Monster.

The Yellow Wind Monster did not respond, nor did it hesitate for a moment. Its enormous head, propelled by the wind, lunged forward with lightning speed.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud, not loud in the howling wind.

Kui Mulang and Yinlu Tongzi's pupils suddenly contracted.

The furious voice of Lingji Bodhisattva abruptly ceased. He looked down in disbelief. The end of a cold, rough spiked club had pierced through his chest, golden blood still dripping from its blood-stained, sharp point.

Is it all over?
Watching the Five Elements Mountain, which had suppressed the monkey, eventually turn into a pile of rubble, watching the strong wind that had just blown slowly subside, and watching the Black Bear Spirit leave after merely touching the ground once.

Chen Guangrui was lost in thought, as if some obsession had been quelled and everything seemed to be over.

Just then, a childish voice suddenly rang in his ear, "Daddy, where is this?"

(End of this chapter)