Journey to the West: The gods and Buddhas panicked when the monkey was trapped inside him.

Above the East China Sea.

The vast expanse of blue water stretches as far as the eye can see.

Sun Wukong stood at the front of the simple wooden raft, his feet firmly planted on the wood as if they were rooted to the ground.

He gripped the thick bamboo pole with both hands, his arms swinging out in afterimages.

Water splashed wildly to both sides like sharp blades!

He propelled the rough wooden raft to a terrifying speed, like an arrow released from a bow, forcefully tearing a long white trail across the azure sea.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Li Chen watched this scene with a sense of unease.

In my past life, I read the original story, where the monkey drifted to the Southern Continent on a few pieces of rotten wood. This plot was simply outrageous.

Looking at it now, it's clear that this wasn't just going with the flow.

This is clearly a tireless humanoid nuclear power engine!

With Sun Wukong's terrifying physical strength, let alone paddling a raft, even if he were to swim across the East Sea, it would probably only take a few more days.

"Brother, the sea is just water, so quiet! We can't see a single living thing. It's so boring!"

As Sun Wukong frantically swung, he complained in his mind's eye.

Three years of untamed freedom in Huaguo Mountain filled him with a deep-seated yearning for the unknown, and now this monotonous voyage truly bores him.

"Don't rush," Li Chen said calmly.

"The ocean's temperament is never as gentle as it appears on the surface."

What you see now is just how it looks when it's dozing off.

The words had barely left his mouth!

At the edge of the sky, a thick, dark color rapidly spread out.

The gentle breeze, which had initially carried a salty, fishy smell, instantly transformed into a raging hurricane.

The calm on the sea surface was completely shattered!

Giant waves, some tens of meters high, surged up one after another like enraged beasts.

The sky was obscured by thick, dark clouds, and daylight instantly turned into night.

Thunder roared as it pierced through the clouds.

"Boom!"

The gale, accompanied by torrential rain, pounded heavily on Sun Wukong's body.

"Well done!" Sun Wukong roared.

"Brother, let me try out these waves!"

"Don't go crazy! Hold the raft steady and go with the waves!" Li Chen shouted a warning.

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, a giant wave, seven or eight feet high, crashed down on them.

Sun Wukong exerted force with both legs, which became as firmly embedded in the raft as two steel nails.

He gripped the century-old vines binding the raft with both hands, managing to withstand the immense force of the blow.

Water splashed everywhere, and the raft rocked violently, making a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound.

One huge wave after another, seemingly endless.

Finally, after being battered by an unprecedented giant wave, the century-old vines binding the raft could no longer withstand the extreme tension and broke off.

Then, the dead pine logs were peeled off and fell apart one by one.

"Brother, the raft is broken!" Sun Wukong wiped the seawater off his face and shouted loudly.

"Hold on to the thickest main log! Ignore the others!" Li Chen calmly commanded.

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong leaped out and his arms clamped tightly onto the thickest withered pine tree, as strong as steel bars.

The surrounding wooden debris was swallowed up by the vortex in the blink of an eye and disappeared completely.

One person, one piece of wood.

In this raging ocean that seems poised to destroy the world, we drift with the current, like a drop in the ocean.

Sun rises and sets, day and night alternate.

A man and a piece of wood drifted on the boundless ocean for months.

Until the raging sea winds finally subsided, a blinding ray of dawn tore through the thick fog and poured onto the shimmering sea.

Sun Wukong lay on the driftwood, shook off the salt and alkali on his head, and slowly opened his eyes.

At the end of the line of sight.

A long, golden coastline suddenly comes into view.

boom.

The driftwood, carried by the tide, settled steadily on the golden sand.

"Big brother! We've landed!"

Sun Wukong leaped up, his excited roar echoing in his mind.

"We've arrived."

Li Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his tone certain, "This place must be the Southern Continent without a doubt."

Sun Wukong waded through the seawater and strode onto the beach.

He shook his body vigorously to dry the seawater off the golden retriever, then looked around curiously.

The spiritual energy here was far inferior to that of Flower Fruit Mountain, which made Sun Wukong instinctively feel a little uncomfortable.

Just then, voices came from behind the rocks not far ahead.

Several fishermen dressed in coarse linen clothes were barefoot in the shallow water, preparing their fishing nets.

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.

"A man! Big brother! He looks a lot like me!"

After three years as the Monkey King, he faced his fellow monkeys with fur every day. Now, he has finally met the person his elder brother had been talking about!

Unable to contain his curiosity, Sun Wukong straightened his back and swaggered over.

"Hello!"

Sun Wukong grinned widely and waved his arms enthusiastically.

A young fisherman looked up at the sound.

Eyes facing each other.

The fisherman's pupils instantly shrank to the size of wheat awns, and his face turned ashen.

A monster covered in golden fur, with a pointed snout and monkey-like face, was baring its teeth at him!

"Ah—! A monster!"

The fishermen's piercing screams shattered the tranquility of the coast.

He even abandoned his fishing net and scrambled to the shore.

The other fishermen turned around and were instantly terrified.

"A monster has crawled out of the sea!"

"Run!"

The group screamed and fled along the dirt path, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Sun Wukong stood frozen in place, his hand still raised in mid-air.

"Is my appearance... scary?"

He touched his hairy chin, looking sullen.

"You've been soaking in this sea for so long, your face looks fierce and you're baring your teeth."

Li Chen added without hesitation, "In their eyes, you're no different from a man-eating demon. No wonder they're afraid."

Sun Wukong ripped the waterweed off his ear and gave an awkward laugh.

Before he could even catch his breath...

Dust billowed in the distance, and the sound of hurried footsteps approached like muffled thunder.

The fishermen who had just fled returned.

This time, he was followed by dozens of burly men.

Armed with pitchforks, wielding rusty machetes, and clutching wooden sticks, they charged forward menacingly.

"The monster's there! Everyone, attack together and kill him!"

Although the villagers' legs were weak, they managed to surround the area because of their numbers.

Sun Wukong looked at the group of mortals holding broken copper and scrap iron, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He could kill a whole bunch of these people with one slap.

"Big brother, they're going to hit me." Sun Wukong grinned, somewhat annoyed.

"Run!" Li Chen gave the order decisively.

"run?"

"Yes! Pretend to be terrified, cover your head and run away! Run as pathetically as possible!"

Although Sun Wukong was wild and untamed, he was absolutely obedient to Li Chen's words.

He immediately dropped the disdain in his eyes and covered his head with his hands.

"Ah! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Sun Wukong kicked off with both legs and used all four limbs to roll and crawl on the beach into the gaps in the crowd.

When the villagers saw how cowardly the "monster" was, they suddenly became bolder.

"The monster ran away! Chase it!"

"Don't let him enter the village and cause harm!"

Several people chased after him, wielding wooden sticks.

They chased him all the way to the edge of the deep forest.

Gazing at the eerie darkness inside, the villagers all stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with fear, none daring to cross the line.

"That beast got away fast!" the burly man spat, then called for everyone to turn back.

Deep in the dense forest, on a towering ancient tree, Sun Wukong squatted on a branch, watching the mortals walk away, and let out a long sigh.

"Big brother, how was my performance?" Sun Wukong grinned broadly.

"Flawless. You brought the first scene in Jambudvipa to life."

Li Chen chuckled softly, his tone filled with admiration.

"Southern Jambudvipa?" Sun Wukong murmured the name.

"Is this the area on this side of the sea? What do we do next?"