He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 135 The Sealed Final Trial of the Pseudo-Humans—The Six-Eared Macaque

East District [2345] Outer Gate, Aolai Country.

Gargi arrived here after receiving a top-secret mission from Ouroboros.

Gargi looked around curiously at the people dressed in Hanfu with wide sleeves and flowing robes all over the street. He had never been to this kind of Eastern city before.

However, this was not his real destination.

Gargi observed in silence for a moment, then turned his gaze to a mountain peak shaped like five fingers, standing together. After finding the right direction, he walked through the jungle towards the mountain without hesitation.

During that time, he used his fists and feet to defeat countless ferocious beasts that blocked his way.

Finally, he stopped at the entrance to a cave in the very center of the towering mountain.

The area around the cave was an open space, with only the pitch-black entrance that was devoid of any light.

Gargi gazed at the passage below, thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and went inside.

After passing through a long and narrow passage, Galgi arrived at the bottom of the cave. The stalactites above the cave emitted a shimmering light, illuminating the entire underground cave, or rather, the karst cave.

Tick!!

A drop of water fell from the tip of a stalactite, landing on a small puddle and shattering the silence of the cave.

Galji instinctively froze, then breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that there was no one else there but him, and that what had just fallen was just a drop of water.

Just as Gargi relaxed, and was about to leave the darkness and head towards the core of the cave,

An aged voice rang in his ears.

"If you don't want to die, I advise you not to leave here now."

Gargi's heart, which had just relaxed, instantly jumped into his throat again.

"why?"

Galji asked in a low voice, but before he could finish speaking, he heard a series of clattering sounds.

Another thin, sickly man, dressed in a tattered dark purple hunting robe and with long, loose black hair, emerged from the cave from which Galji had just come out.

Who is that? Gargi's heart skipped a beat.

If his intuition was correct, it seemed that only an unknown, four-digit legendary expert could pose such a strong threat to him.

The existence of four-figure elites is no longer a match for him.

But right now, rather than knowing who that person was, Galgi was more curious about who the person who had just spoken up to remind him was.

"Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

"I can't understand it," Gargi asked, puzzled.

But these words were met not with an explanation, but with a burst of laughter.

"Haha, who am I?"

"Just consider me your protector."

The aged voice explained it this way.

"Protector?"

Gargi tilted his head, somewhat puzzled. He did know about protectors, and if he remembered correctly, it seemed to be a concept from the East.

Protect up-and-coming talents from being sabotaged by others, and rescue them when they are in danger.

He understood that a genius who doesn't grow up isn't a genius at all. Just like how he might become a double-digit genius in the future, as long as he collects all ten Sun Sovereignties.

But in reality, if you accidentally perish on the way to find solar sovereignty, then you have nothing left.

The people behind you may not give you a second chance.

"Then how should I address you, Your Majesty?"

A protector? He thought it was more like surveillance. He guessed that exposing his identity last time had caused considerable losses for Ouroboros, but now there was no suspicion…

No, I suspect him, but I have no evidence.

"You can call me Mr. Mi, or Teacher Mi, or even Grandpa Mi, whatever you like, little one."

The old voice laughed heartily, and seeing how sensible Gargi was, his mood improved considerably.

Upon hearing that voice, Galgi's heart sank. "Mr. Mi"... he probably already guessed the other party's identity.

One of the bigwigs and high-ranking members of the Ouroboros First Union joined the Ouroboros without representing anyone else, and became a high-ranking member.

Mithra, an ancient god-king, represents the deity of covenant and light, and has an extremely ancient origin. Both the ancient Hindu epic Rigveda and the Zoroastrian Avesta contain hymns about Him.

It even gave rise to a completely new sect because of its name – the Mithraic religion.

With such an origin, it is estimated that only a very few beings in the Little Garden, such as Indra, Zeus, or Quetzalcoatl, can compare to it.
Gargi could not imagine that such a great figure would become his protector.

“Hey, little guy, don’t be nervous. If it weren’t for another little guy who completely disrupted the current situation in the Little Garden and ignited the powder keg at the top, I wouldn’t have become your protector.”

"The miniature garden is much more lively than I imagined."

The aged voice chuckled as it spoke, sounding like a kind old man, but Galgi was somewhat shocked and surprised.

The person who ignited this powder keg on top? Could it be Su Nian? He couldn't help but wonder.

As if seeing through Galgi's thoughts, the aged voice explained with a chuckle.

"I don't know, but I think it's very likely that little guy. That little guy cleaned up the clues too well."

What about Su Nian's safety? What would happen if she were discovered?
"Don't worry, you're not the only one who will be protected."

The aged voice spoke meaningfully.

Just as Galgi was about to ask further questions, he was stopped.

"Alright, aren't you curious about the real purpose of this mission?"

"If you can subdue the being suppressed inside, you might gain a very strong companion."

"A very strong companion?"

"I can't understand it," Gargi asked, puzzled.

"At least if she wanted to, she could take you and your companions away from Ouroboros without any hindrance, and even grant you true freedom."

Mithra's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, as if he were mocking Gargi's presumptuous idea.

It also seemed to be mocking the inexplicable arrangements made by those in power.

Arranging for Gargi to come here is pointless except as a waste of time and life.

As expected, a hint of anticipation appeared on Galji's face.

Sensing Galgi's expectation, Namitra remained silent, only letting out a soft, contemptuous laugh.

"Ha~~"

"Alright, little guy, stop thinking nonsense. Now that that guy has broken the seal, you should go in and take a look too."

"Aren't you very curious about the identity of the other party? Only then can it be called a top-secret mission?"

Upon hearing this, Galji instantly held his breath, and even his movements became much gentler. He carefully followed the traces left by the previous person and walked into the depths of the cave.

It was an ordinary cave. A bed of dry straw was made of it, and a black long-tailed monkey with six ears was lying listlessly on the straw, holding a peach that had appeared out of nowhere.

Beside the haystack stood the weak man, dressed in tattered purple hunting clothes.

Just then, the man in the purple hunting robe spoke.

"Six-Eared Macaque? Don't you want to leave this place, go to the Little Garden, and replace the Victorious Fighting Buddha?"

The voice was unusually weak, yet it possessed an indescribable allure, conjuring up an image of someone clad in golden chainmail, a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, and lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes, wielding the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) and wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

That domineering aura that shattered all shackles was captivating. But the Six-Eared Macaque casually waved his hand and dispelled the illusion.

"Don't talk to me about this nonsense. Just tell me to let me out and then I can beat up whoever I want."

As he spoke, the Six-Eared Macaque stood up and transformed into a lively black-haired girl wearing a sleeveless dress and a coat tied around her waist. She casually tossed away the peach she had taken a bite of.

However, Galgi, who was observing from the side, couldn't help but open his mouth in shock and almost made a sound.

"That's Lin? How does she know what Lin looks like?"

That was Ayari, who had taken care of him since he was born, and in a sense, he regarded her as an older sister or mother.

But how is that possible? Wasn't the Six-Eared Macaque always sealed away? How could the other party have seen Cai Liling? And even transformed into her so similarly?

And whether it was a misperception or not, Galji felt that when the Six-Eared Macaque transformed, it seemed to smile at him.

"Oh? This monkey's hearing has gotten even better? It was able to detect me?"

"It seems you'll have a hard time subduing that monkey."

After calming himself down a bit, Gargi clutched his chest and asked softly.

"Is that the legendary Six-Eared Macaque?"

"Yes, little one."

"You should be glad she's been in a good mood lately, otherwise I might not be able to protect you, and I might not even be able to protect myself."

The voice said with a hint of helplessness.

The Six-Eared Macaque, in "Journey to the West," once transformed into the appearance of Sun Wukong, attempting to replace Sun Wukong on his journey to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures and attain Buddhahood.

Furthermore, he once fought Sun Wukong to a standstill, and his fighting strength was in no way inferior to Sun Wukong's, and may even have been slightly superior.

Moreover, he was extremely skilled in transformation techniques. When he transformed into Sun Wukong, neither the gods of Heaven, Guanyin Bodhisattva, nor even Yama and Ksitigarbha could distinguish the real from the fake.

Her six ears possess the ability to listen to the heavens and earth, and she can hear everything, whether it is something from thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away, or something from the past, present, or future.

Even within the miniature garden, he is a being whose strength, presence, and prestige are in no way inferior to Sun Wukong's.

On the other side, the Six-Eared Macaque continued to communicate with the man in purple.

"Then all you need to do next is go to the City of Flames, defeat and replace that young dragon named Su Nian."

Upon hearing this, "Caililing" couldn't help but burst into laughter, her tone slightly playful.

“Izanagi-no-mikoto, or should I address you—by your current name—Ashiya Dōman?”

"You really dare to dream, wanting me to replace the World Dragon's brother? Aren't you afraid you'll die soon enough?"

"Whether you agree or not is up to you. I'm just here to break your seal."

"Izanagi-no-Mikoto, or Ashiya-doman, coughed twice and said."

"Go, why wouldn't I go? I'm curious if I could become him?"

"I'm getting tired of this broken seal. All I can do is listen to the noises outside, but I can't do anything. It's so frustrating."

"Then, after the Great Sage puts on this golden headband, he can go out."

As he spoke, Ashiya Dōman gently lowered a golden hoop and then turned into a pile of paper scraps and left the place.

"I will not disturb the Great Sage any longer."

"Ha, the golden headband?"

The Six-Eared Macaque chuckled twice, picked up the golden headband from the ground, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Kid, stop looking, it's time to go."

Mithra called out to Gargi, who was about to go out and meet the Six-Eared Macaque.

"What about the mission?"

"Your mission is complete."

Mithra explained to the somewhat puzzled Gargi.

Gargi's mission was highly confidential, and Mithra only knew that his superiors had sent him over, seemingly to confirm certain things.

"You seem to still have some questions?"

Mitra looked at Gargi curiously and said softly.

"Don't be nervous, just ask. As your protector, I can answer your questions within the bounds of what is permissible."

Gargi paused for a moment, then sighed and asked.

"Why does she have to wear the golden headband when she goes out?"

Gargi was puzzled. If the goal was to restrict her, then simply locking her in a seal would suffice. Why then did she have to wear a restrictive device like the golden headband, thus limiting herself and turning her into a weapon in someone else's hands?

"Because the bigwigs at the top are reluctant to destroy the knife, but they also dare not let the knife turn against them."

Mitra replied with a cold laugh.

Gargi tilted his head in confusion, and Mitra didn't hide anything from Gargi, but continued to explain.

"They dare not let a pseudo-human final trial runner roam freely in the lower levels."

"Fake??"

Gargi tilted his head in confusion.

"This brings us to the absurd thing that happened in Hinduism. Heaven knows how it happened, but a human being who believed in God was born in the miniature garden and underwent the final trial."

Mithra's tone was very excited, as if he were reciting some epic.

"Then, the final human trial, Hanuman, naturally became a victim of the research of the powerful figures, and in the end, only a few remains remained."

"With the idea of ​​making use of waste, they turned its remains into the Six-Eared Macaque, and had Sun Wukong, who couldn't bear to kill the Demon King, kill it to make up for its innate deficiencies and make it a half-human, half-Earth Star Spirit being in the final trial."

"After all, we are half-star spirits from Earth. What difference does it make up for our inherent deficiencies? Why not use better materials?"

"Unfortunately, Sun Wukong ultimately rejected their wishes and simply lived a life as a half-star spirit on Earth and the Victorious Fighting Buddha in his old age."

The still young Galgi felt as if he had come across the secrets of the Little Garden.

Mithra did not refuse the curious Galgi, but continued to explain, since it was all old news anyway.

Mitra said with a hint of schadenfreude.

"There's not much to say about the Six-Eared Macaque, but Hanuman is someone you have some connection with."

When Galgi heard this, his eyes widened.

"Huh? What does this have to do with me? You mean... Carly Yoga?"

“That’s right, it’s Carly Yoga.”

Mitra said with a hint of schadenfreude.

"To be honest, if Indra hadn't stopped a group of old men from researching Hanuman, Kali Yoga wouldn't have arrived ahead of schedule and almost wiped out the Hindu pantheon."

"Kali Yoga actually appeared once?"

Gargi looked bewildered. Wasn't this his destiny? And Indra had already bypassed it once?

Mitra couldn't help but laugh.

"So you got a bargain, kid. Everyone else needs to test the characteristics of the ultimate human trial little by little, but you already know it."

"But is it really that simple?"

Upon hearing this, Gargi spoke in a somewhat solemn tone.

(End of this chapter)