As the sight comes, countless worlds are mingled together and burn, turning into a huge sea of ​​fire.

This scene is extremely dazzling, but extremely cruel.

Billions of creatures turned into ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

This is the cruelest scene Sun Wukong has ever seen.

"Is this the saint's meeting ceremony?"

He couldn't help asking.

"The saint just wants to tell you that the world you were born is just as weak as these scrolls."

The girl looked at him and replied: "Hongmeng has long been destroyed, and the chaos is just a slightly larger ruin."

Sun Wukong's voice sank: "What does the saint want to tell me?"

"Don't you understand?"

The girl giggled, then rowed through the huge sea of ​​fire: "Look at the front again."

Sun Wukong raised his head again, and a shining light appeared at the end of the sea of ​​fire.

It was another new waterway, just like the beginning of the sun, and the vibrant scrolls emerged one by one under the sea.

This is a crystal clear waterway.

If the previous channel was a destruction channel, this is the channel of life.

Sun Wukong could see clearly that every creature in the picture was emitting a vibrant light.

This is a thriving picture, like the beautiful stars.

Those brilliant and beautiful scrolls connect into a magnificent sea of ​​stars, revealing a completely different world.

"This is a new world created by the saints, not inferior to Hongmeng."

The girl said, her voice a little loud: "No matter what kind of world it is, it is something that can be created by saints, and even the soul is not something great."

Sun Wukong was silent.

He stood on the floating boat, looking at the world below - so many worlds shining in this sea of ​​blood.

How powerful is a saint.

That is not an existence he can match.

"The saint wants you to understand that the world is not worth mentioning."

The girl said, "You should not be bound by your origin."

"I've seen the Immortals."

Sun Wukong said: "They are still missing Hongmeng."

"Undead people?"

The girl glanced at him and continued to row: "They are weak, and they are just slaves to other races in Hongmeng World."

Speaking of this, her face suddenly showed confusion.

"Speaking of this, the creatures in your world are even more worth mentioning."

The girl said.

"The true Hongmeng tribes are born extraordinary and have great supernatural powers. Unfortunately, they are all affected by the war of saints and all of them are going to perish."

The girl looked incredible: "What's strange is that you ants who are born weak and need to be cultivated later in life have survived."

Her words inadvertently exposed their contempt.

Sun Wukong remembered the scene before Nuwa died.

"I have no malice, but do you know why those ants survived?"

The girl asked Sun Wu.

Sun Wukong shook his head and said nothing.

"In the eyes of the saints, are we all ants?"

He asked back.

"You are different from ants."

The girl rowed over the sea and shook her head: "But except you, everyone else is an ants."

"We're almost here."

I don’t know how long it took to go, but the girl rowed to the end.

Sun Wukong looked forward and saw a towering sky gate floating in the sky. Behind the gate was a palace with golden tiles and glass, surrounded by clouds and mist, which was very beautiful.

"The saints have gone too far. To find them, we must first pass the Heavenly Gate."

The girl turned her head and said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong frowned: "Where is the sky?"

"That is the palace where the saints once lived, and only the saints are qualified to go there."

The girl replied: "You may not know yet that Nuwa left the last piece of war before she died, and was on the person who rushed out of the sea of ​​blood, that is, you."

The girl said, "If you step through the gate of heaven, you will be able to step into the path of a saint, and you will even have the opportunity to gain the wisdom of other saints and become the fourth saint."

Sun Wukong looked at the sky, and light whistled out from the sky gate, as if we were welcoming him.

Infinite light paves the way in the air, forming a ladder to reach the sky.

This step of white jade is like clouds and leads directly to the gate of heaven.

"I see……"

Sun Wukong looked at the stairs, and each staircase was engraved with a bright road, profound and cold.

The saint is no longer here, but you can still see the light of the saint walking by.

The lights are so cold and high, without any mortal feeling.

Sun Wukong understood that there is an essential difference between saints and Hongmeng sentient beings.

All the great ways of the Hongmeng world, and even the Hongmeng world itself, are nothing more than something that can be created casually for the saints.

They are qualified to treat everything as ants.

But so...

Isn’t Sun Wukong also an ant?

The saint wants him to be the fourth saint?

Or are they just going to let him climb to the gate of heaven?

"The saint stopped the war. Is it because Nuwa still has power but has not used it?"

Sun Wukong asked, is the reason why the holy realm is calm because the saint is in a truce.

They are waiting for someone.

"Is it really the path that the saints have walked? Or the cage--"

Sun Wukong asked: "You said I have Nuwa's chess piece. Will the saint trap Nuwa's last chess piece?"

The girl smiled.

"You can never go back to the mortal world after stepping through the sky gate."

She did not deny Sun Wukong's guess, but replied frankly: "The saint's war has not yet eliminated Nuwa, and her last piece is useless. Even so, in fact, the war has already begun the moment you come to the holy realm."

The arrival of Sun Wukong symbolizes Nuwa's last power.

"The chess piece you get doesn't matter. Nuwa is dead. You can't change the overall situation, but the saints are willing to give you a chance."

The girl said, "If you step through the gate of heaven and offer the chess piece to the saint, you will be favored by the saint. This is the kindness of other saints to you."

Sun Wukong shook his head.

He closed his eyes as if he heard countless voices urging him.

The ladder ahead is the existence that the gods desire most in the sea of ​​blood, but they cannot step on it, but Sun Wukong can.

As long as Sun Wukong steps on, he can learn the true ultimate truth from the saints.

That is the power that makes people obsessed.

Sun Wukong's blood was boiling, and everything ahead was attracting him.

This is a saint's meeting ceremony. It has a great way that he has never touched before, and there are countless numbers.

That is what all practitioners dream of.

But when the wind from the sea of ​​blood blew across his face, Sun Wukong's heart was extremely calm.

"Why not leave?"
To be continued...