The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Sun Wukong never expected that the monkey in front of him, who looked exactly like himself, would actually have demonic power fluctuations in his body.

Although it is not strong, it is still obvious.

After just one glance, Sun Wukong became a little confused. What on earth is the monster monkey in front of him going to do?

His heart was full of doubts, and the next second he saw the demon monkey hitting him like a cannonball.

His body was covered with a faint golden light, and he was extremely skilled in using it.

Sun Wukong chuckled lightly, and his fingers were just a little bit in the air. The monster monkey that hit him froze and stopped in mid-air.

Suddenly there were screams in the dense forest, and countless stones and fruits were suppressed by the monkeys from the trees, and they fell towards Sun Wukong one after another.

Only to hear Sun Wukong snort coldly, was a golden light emanating from his body. In an instant, all the things that fell down stopped motionless in mid-air.

His eyes fell on the demon monkey, and Sun Wukong sneered: "How? Do you want to fight?"

The demon monkey looked at Sun Wukong blankly, and then shook his head violently.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong took his hand back and looked at the monster monkey in front of him quietly.

After the demon monkey was restrained by Sun Wukong, a look of panic appeared on his face, and he looked at Sun Wukong in fear. It took a long time before he regained his composure.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong chuckled, shook his head, and said, "I should be the one to ask you this."

I saw the demon monkey opposite touched his head and said with some confusion: "I have no name and no surname. They all call me the king. As for where I come from, even I don't know."

Seeing the demon monkey calling himself the king, Sun Wukong raised his head and looked at the group of monkeys surrounding the trees, feeling speechless for a moment.

What is this all about?

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong decided not to stay here anymore and turned around to leave. However, after taking only a few steps, he was pulled by something.

Glancing back a little strangely, Sun Wukong then realized that it was the demon monkey just holding the corner of his clothes.

With a frown, Sun Wukong said, "What are you going to do?"

The demon monkey bowed his hands in a salute, then took a step back and said, "Exalted Immortal, the little demon is polite here. Please teach me the art of immortality!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong looked at the monster monkey strangely and asked, "The art of immortality?"

"Yep!"

Seeing the demon monkey nodding diligently, the expression on Sun Wukong's face froze, and then he said sarcastically: "Do you know what the art of immortality is?"

The demon monkey shook his head in confusion, and then said: "Isn't it the art of immortality?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong chuckled.

"The art of immortality? Under the way of heaven, except for saints, no one can escape death. They may die of old age, illness, or being killed. They will eventually enter reincarnation."

"There is no art of immortality, but there is one road to immortality, and that is becoming a saint."

"Then become a saint!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong was stunned and looked at the monster monkey with a look of horror on his face.

That these words could actually come out of this monster monkey's mouth really surprised him.

Is it really that simple to become a saint?

With his eyes focused, Sun Wukong sarcastically said: "Do you know what a saint is?"

"A saint is immortal!"

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "It's too superficial. A saint is not as simple as immortality."

The demon monkey shook his head at this moment and said, "For me right now, becoming a saint is just the road to immortality."

Such a simple reason...

Sun Wukong was slightly stunned and looked at the monster monkey in surprise. Although it sounds funny, the road to becoming a saint has never been as simple as anyone thought.

For a moment, Sun Wukong pondered, what was the purpose of traveling around the world after he was born?

Thousands of years ago, I was exactly the same as the demon monkey in front of me. I just followed Ao Tian because the fruit in Ao Tian's hand was delicious.

I didn't know how many fairy peaches I ate along the way, and it was only then that I realized how much these fairy peaches were helpful to my body.

After that, he was accepted as a disciple by his master Dragon King. After practicing for a hundred years, he entered the Netherworld to experience.

That experience made me more refined in cultivation, until now I have entered the calamity of Journey to the West again.

Sun Wukong knew that this was the master's arrangement, so that he could develop further.

Born to cope with the calamity, these are the four words that Master told me.

I have been preparing for this calamity since I was born.

Along the way, he has never stopped. Although his cultivation has been restrained, he has still improved a lot, and his mind has become more determined than before.

When his eyes fell on the demon monkey, Sun Wukong suddenly realized that he seemed to have never thought about becoming a saint, but just practiced cultivation.

Looking at the demon monkey, Sun Wukong suddenly felt that the demon monkey in front of him was exactly the same as before.

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, looking at the demon monkey with bright eyes, Sun Wukong said slowly: "The road to becoming a saint requires practice, do you know?"

Hearing this, the demon monkey nodded and said, "Disciple understands!"

"I haven't agreed to accept you as my disciple yet."

"Master just asked because he meant it. Disciple knows."

Seeing the cleverness of this monster monkey, Sun Wukong shook his head and chuckled, and then said: "You have no name and no surname. Since you worship me as your teacher, you must have a name."

Seeing the demon monkey looking at him motionless, thinking about what the demon monkey said just now, he opened his mouth and said: "When you live forever, you will live the same life as heaven. From now on, your name will be Qitian."

Hearing this, Qi Tian's face showed a hint of excitement, and he bowed his head.

"Disciple Qi Tian thanks Master for giving me the name!"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly and raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously. He could be considered as having a disciple. He didn't know what it would be like if the master knew about it.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong shook his head, and then stretched out his hand and placed it on Qitian's head.

"Sit tight and let your teacher teach you the techniques."

I saw Qitian sitting cross-legged, and a golden light surged out of Sun Wukong's hand.

After a moment, he said: "This is the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills. It has seventy-two changes and has endless magical uses. As long as you practice it with concentration, you can break through the realm and become an immortal. This is the basis for becoming a saint."

Qi Tian nodded, his face full of excitement.

"Thank you Master!"

Sun Wukong waved his hand, and then Qi Tian stepped back. Sun Wukong looked around and planned to leave.

Just as he took a step forward, Sun Wukong frowned, and saw the scene in front of him begin to flow rapidly, and the dazzling posture made Sun Wukong a little dizzy.

After shaking his head, he found that the food in front of him didn't change much.

The next second, only a loud noise was heard. Sun Wukong suddenly looked back, only to find a golden light rising into the sky from the water curtain cave behind him.