Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I pioneered a divine kingdom of faith.

Chapter 200 A Dream of Eternity

"The human realm." Di Fang looked at Xuan Ming with a glint in his eyes.

If the human race in the Immortal Realm is a disorganized mess, then the human race in the Mortal Realm is even worse than a disorganized mess.

The humans in the Immortal Realm at least pay some attention, but the humans in the Mortal Realm don't pay as much attention.

Especially since tens of millions of years have passed, a year on Earth is equivalent to a day in Heaven.

Thousands of years have passed in the human world now, and many things have been forgotten and disappeared into the long river of time.

If we were to pinpoint the place where internal strife is most severe, it would undoubtedly be the human race in the mortal realm.

Perhaps we can plan for it later, but not now. Di Fang couldn't help but think of the humans in the mortal realm; right now, he didn't have any major ambitions.

The Emperor needs to be careful with the human race in the Immortal Realm, because no matter how much trouble the human race in the mortal realm causes, they can't really turn the world upside down. But the human race in the Immortal Realm is a different story.

Thinking of this, a glint of light appeared in Di Fang's eyes, and then he looked towards the battlefield outside the domain.

Battlefield outside the region.

In the modern world of Norse mythology, after the Moonbeams invaded, the world chose to retreat into seclusion.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Odin knew very well that someone like Yuexi was definitely not the strongest in the other's world.

The reason is simple: this guy is still at the same level as Thor, which makes it understandable why Odin would give such an order.

In a sense, the retreat of Norse mythology is nothing more than a slow death.

The key is when the prehistoric world decides to take action.

If the primordial world chooses to take action, then even the world of Norse mythology would be affected in an instant.

Extraterritorial battlefields are not just about plunder; they also serve as training grounds for troops.

That is why the world of Norse mythology has been able to exist for so long.

Simply put, it's not that the ancient creatures were helpless because the Norse mythological world retreated; they just didn't want it to end so soon.

Time passed slowly.

Several years had passed since Sun Wukong left the tutelage of Patriarch Ti.

Sun Wukong has now left Fangcun Mountain and returned to Huaguo Mountain.

To understand why Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the underworld in the original story, it was because his lifespan was running out; in reality, it was all part of a scheme.

Sun Wukong is at least a Celestial Immortal now, how could his lifespan be too short? To put it bluntly, he's just in cahoots with the West.

The events in the original story began to unfold.

Sun Wukong first obtained the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) from the Dragon Palace, then wreaked havoc in the Underworld to alter the Book of Life and Death, and finally wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

Every step was meticulously planned.

All the gods and immortals knew, except for Sun Wukong.

It should be noted that Haotian was a peak Quasi-Saint. Although he hadn't made many moves, he had followed Dao Ancestor Hongjun for countless years, and even with his lack of skill, he had still become a Quasi-Saint.

Furthermore, the Daoist disciple who might become a Dao Ancestor has at least no problem in terms of aptitude and talent.

Apart from that, when Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he was at most at the level of a Celestial Immortal. As for why he later reached the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal...

That was all thanks to the effects of Laozi's elixirs and peaches of immortality.

However, precisely because of this, Sun Wukong's foundation was completely destroyed.

Thirty-six Heavens.

Now that heaven and earth have reopened, the thirty-six heavens are also known as the celestial realm.

In the Great Luo Heaven,

Sun Wukong directly rewarded the Lingxiao Palace.

The Emperor's gaze fell upon this place, watching Sun Wukong wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

Sun Wukong's life can only be described as a tragedy, and the fact that the Emperor focused his attention here was also to give the monkey a chance.

An opportunity to see the world clearly.

If he doesn't care, then there's nothing the Imperial can do.

Sun Wukong smashed the signboard of the Lingxiao Palace, then looked at the throne representing the Heavenly Emperor with a glint in his eyes, and plopped down on it.

In an instant, Sun Wukong felt that time and space around him had frozen.

"A grand dream that lasts a thousand years!!" Emperor Fang murmured, his boundless power instantly bursting forth beneath the chaotic heavenly secrets without causing any ripples.

"Where am I?!" Sun Wukong looked around at the demon gods radiating countless terrifying auras, as well as the terrifying giants.

Its entire body hair trembled.

Sun Wukong looked at the demon gods and giants with a solemn expression.

A terrifying aura permeated the air, and each of them was no weaker than him, and some were even more powerful.

It was only at this moment that Sun Wukong realized his own insignificance.

Twelve terrifying giants appeared between heaven and earth, their every move shaking the myriad realms, and with each strike, countless demon gods perished.

Each one is more powerful than Sun Wukong himself.

"This is!!!" Sun Wukong's pupils shrank as he stared at the twelve terrifying giants—the Ancestral Witches!!!

And those two golden suns, the Demon Emperor Jun and Taiyi.

The flow of time accelerated in Sun Wukong's eyes. He witnessed the fall of the twelve giants and the collapse of the countless demon gods.

The demon emperors, who were like two golden suns, perished here.

The towering pillar collapsed, everything vanished, and everything became a thing of the past.

Sun Wukong was stunned. He seemed to sense something, as if he had noticed something, and stared blankly at the desolate world.

The six saints who appeared in the world that day.

After repairing the heavens and earth and slaying the Xuan Turtle, a five-colored stone fell on Flower Fruit Mountain. Sun Wukong looked at the five-colored stone and it seemed familiar. A thought struck him.

Sun Wukong appeared on Flower Fruit Mountain.

"Is this me, Old Sun?" Sun Wukong looked at the five-colored stone, a glint of light in his eyes, and time seemed to shift once more between heaven and earth.

Sun Wukong witnessed the rise of the human race, the emergence of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and the appearance of countless human strengths.

What shocked Sun Wukong the most was that the dragon race was even more terrifying than he had imagined; countless dragons emerged from the boundless prehistoric seas.

He carried an aura that terrified all the heavens.

This was different from the Dragon Kings he had encountered. Those Dragon Kings were all subservient to him, but these countless true dragons emerged one by one from the boundless sea.

It's even more outrageous when each one is stronger than the last.

This is the first time the battlefield outside the primordial realm has been opened.

Countless ancient races displayed their strength, and the world was even wider and more vast than he had imagined.

"How is this possible?" Sun Wukong looked at the Buddha in disbelief.

In his view, even if he was no match for the Buddha, he shouldn't have lost so badly, but now it seems that he has lost even more thoroughly.

It was just a wisp of Buddha's light, not a real attack. The difference was too great, so great that Sun Wukong couldn't muster any fighting spirit.

Sun Wukong immediately mounted his somersault cloud and prepared to leave.

"You impudent monkey, don't run away!!!" the Buddha said in a deep voice, reaching out his large hand.

Buddhist supernatural powers, a Buddhist kingdom in the palm of your hand!

It instantly enveloped Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong bared his teeth and roared incessantly, unleashing his demonic power, but no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the area of ​​the Buddha's Kingdom in his palm.

In an instant, it was suppressed by the Buddha and placed on the earth, forming a mountain peak with five fingers.

"Sun Wukong, you have wreaked havoc in the Dragon Palace, the Underworld, and the Heavenly Court. Today, you will be suppressed for five hundred years. Five hundred years later, another pilgrim will pass through this place and become his disciple before he can leave the Five Fingers Mountain." The voice of the Buddha Tathagata rang out, and the whole world instantly fell silent.

Sun Wukong looked at the mountain pressing down on him, a glint of light in his eyes.

There was no resistance, no roaring.

After a long and arduous journey, Sun Wukong understood that this world values ​​strength, not mere roaring.

The Buddha left directly from there.

Sun Wukong was suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain.

(End of this chapter)