Above the vast ocean, there is a small boat.

In the eternal years, the girl curled up in a boat and slept soundly, her breath as light as a feather, floating in the sea of ​​blood

A slight turbulence disturbed her breath

She rubbed her eyes and lay on a boat and looked out

In the endless sea of ​​blood, a faint and tough dust pierced the sea like a golden sword light and rushed into this eternal holy realm.

"Come on—"

Sun Wukong heard a cheerful cry.

But he didn't have time to look at it, and at the moment when he broke through the sea of ​​blood, countless scenes rushed towards him.

The earth, the sky, the three realms, chaos, and the past and the future, countless lives and souls—

Countless space-time scenes intersected into his vision in an instant.

He seemed to have seen everything in the chaotic world, the past and the future, time and space.

Everything was presented in his sight in the most realistic state, and then was swallowed by a sea of ​​blood.

He couldn't help but squirt a mouthful of blood.

One hand held him.

"Your Daoji is too shallow, get on the boat."

Sun Wukong heard the voice again.

After coming back to his senses, Sun Wukong and the girl were pulled onto a small boat and saw the girl on the small boat.

The girl is very petite and light like a child, but has a familiar face.

"Hou Tu."

Sun Wukong felt like he was dreaming: "Why are you here? Where is this?"

He stood up and stood on the swaying boat.

Sun Wukong looked around, and saw an endless sea of ​​blood. The world was silent and could not see the boundaries clearly.

"This is a holy land hanging high beyond the world."

Houtu replied: "This was the Heavenly Palace of Hongmeng, where the saints lived."

"saint?"

Sun Wukong looked at her: "Then why are you here?"

"You must have recognized the wrong person."

Houtu replied: "I am the boy of Saint Huang Tian. Are you here to meet the saint? Come with me, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Sun Wukong was surprised in his heart that he opened his golden eyes, but could not see through what the girl in front of him actually existed.

"No magical power can work for me except for the great way of the saint."

The girl seemed to see through Sun Wukong's thoughts and said, "You have many questions, let's talk while walking."

She held up a long bamboo and rode the boat eastward.

"This place was originally as clean as glass. After Nuwa died, blood stained the holy land red."

The boat was sailing in the sea of ​​blood, and the girl's skirt swayed in the wind. She turned her back to Sun Wukong and introduced: "You should have been blocked by Nuwa's blood on the way here."

It turns out that the sea of ​​blood was transformed by Nuwa's blood.

Sun Wukong thought in his heart.

He looked around and saw the vast sea of ​​blood, a quiet place, no waves, and no end.

The boat sailed on the sea for a while, and you could gradually see some phantoms rippling and leaping on the sea.

Sun Wukong looked at it in a concentrated manner. A flawless horse happened to fly out of the sea of ​​blood, as if he wanted to escape from the sea of ​​blood, but he whined and fell nearby, causing a wave.

"What is that?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"That is the remnant soul of the Hongmeng God."

The girl replied: "In the Hongmeng era, all gods fell in the war of the saints. Their lives and wills disappeared from the long river of time, but the remnants of the great way still existed, wandering in this sea of ​​blood, trying to escape and achieve the position of the saint."

The phantoms were getting more and more, and the girl shot down one with her oars.

“They are the losers in chasing the avenue.”

The girl said: "The loser is not qualified to meet the saints."

Sun Wukong looked at the remnant souls of those gods.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and the world of Hongmeng has long been destroyed, but the residual souls of those gods still have brilliant light shining.

It is a beautiful light that cannot be described in words, extraordinary.

Each light symbolizes the true spirit of a certain god.

"Can my way shine for so long?"

Sun Wukong couldn't help thinking.

What beautiful lights are, like glass, like bright lamps—

What a glorious world this would be if the gods had not died.

"Sanctuary, holy land."

He seemed to be able to hear the obsessions of those remnants of souls.

The Holy Land is their dream place, overlooking all living beings, allowing time to flow, always high above, and transcend all worlds.

Countless remnants of souls churned in the sea of ​​blood, wanting to transcend the sea of ​​blood.

In eternal time, they fly up again and again, sink again and again.

What a vast and lonely scene.

The vast sea of ​​blood is boundless, and the boats are rowing on the sea. Whenever fog blows, light rises and falls, like continuous fire.

"Is it Hongmeng under this sea of ​​blood?"

Sun Wukong suddenly asked.

"That's right-"

The girl thought of something and slapped the sea with her oars: "Before meeting the saint, I have to let you understand the world first."

The oars slapped on the sea, and a small piece of blood on the sea surface was stripped open, revealing the scene below.

When Sun Wukong looked over, he could see paintings of a square inch floating under the sea, emitting crystal light.

Sun Wukong's heart trembled.

"What did you see?"

The girl asked.

"A world."

This is Sun Wukong's answer.

In his painting, he saw a real world, with mountains, water, people, time, space, and everything.

But all of that was not what Sun Wukong originally knew.

In that painting, mountains are no longer mountains, water is no longer water, they are still, but they are constantly flowing.

Sun Wukong can see the bulge and collapse of the mountains, the flow and exhaustion of water, and even see everyone's life.

This is an perspective that is difficult to tell, transcends time and space.

It is not Sun Wukong's ability, but standing in this holy land, he can see the world in the painting and every moment from its birth to destruction.

“This is a world.”

The girl told Sun Wukong: "Looking down the mortal world in the holy realm, every world is as insignificant as it is."

Sun Wukong immediately remembered all the chaotic things he saw when he rushed out of the sea of ​​blood.

He couldn't help laughing.

"Is my world a painting in the Holy Land?"

His laughter echoed in the air, and for some reason he felt a little painful.

"This is the truth. Only by accepting it can you be qualified to meet the saints."

The girl raised the oar and said, "Look, the saint is here to greet you."

Sun Wukong raised his head, and the entire sea of ​​blood burned like a fire in front of the boat.

The burning sea of ​​blood was connected into one, and the small boat gradually landed onto the sea of ​​fire.

On this channel, Sun Wukong could see countless scrolls under the sea being lit, glowing like a torch.

It is an endless world, countless creatures and things.

Sun Wukong's eyes reflected burning scrolls, and he could see that everything in the world was destruction.

What a spectacular scene.
Chapter completed!