Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 663 - 428: The Truth2

"The Great Path above us is an existence beyond our imagination. Our birth is rely its nourishnt, its contingency plan, and that is not without justification," lanted Hong with a tone full of sadness.

In his view, the creator of the epochs could be referred to as their father god, sitting above the Great Path.

Now that the father god demanded their lives, it was also understandable.

It was just deeply sad.

It felt as though all their hard work, the effort of the strong beings of the eighteen epochs striving to transcend the disasters of the epochs, now seed more like a joke.

"No! It’s not him that’s being resurrected."

Suddenly, Sun Wukong’s voice rang out.

Hong was slightly startled and quite puzzled.

Sun Wukong explained, "The fall from above the Great Path is no trivial matter. Supres die, and their True Spirits disperse, never to be reborn again because the cost of a Supre’s rebirth is too great.

And above the Great Path, being a hundred or a thousand tis stronger than the Supres, how could it be easy to co back to life? The calamities of the epochs do an there are higher beings reaping them, but it’s definitely not that existence above the Great Path."

Although the information collected by Hong was very close to the truth, he was still wrong.

Upon hearing Sun Wukong’s words, Hong began to tremble slightly.

If what Sun Wukong said was true, then their struggles seed to regain their aning.

Sun Wukong continued, "And even if that once great being wanted to reap the epochs, so what? Can’t the strong of the epochs resist?

An epoch is a flourishing civilization with boundless vitality.

They, too, have the right to survive, so how is it strange to fight for their own survival?"

Hong’s body shuddered violently.

Yes!

He had been thinking too conservatively.

Originally, he dared not tell Ancestor Kong the true reality he had collected, fearing that Ancestor Kong would go berserk on the spot and commit a ’patricide.’

Now it seed that his concerns had been unnecessary.

"The history of the past is shrouded in mist," Sun Wukong continued, "Very few know of the tis before the origin epoch. In fact, even knowing that changes little."

Hong nodded gently.

Then he lifted his head and looked earnestly at Sun Wukong, "Yuan, what exactly is your existence..."

The Seven Ancestors of Origin all said that Ancestor Yuan was the most learned, but Hong knew he was far from Ancestor Yuan’s equal.

It seed to be so now.

He couldn’t see through Sun Wukong’s origin, couldn’t grasp Sun Wukong’s realm.

But one thing he was sure of was that Sun Wukong was definitely stronger than the rest of the Supres from their origin epoch.

Even, if one dares to think a little bolder, he might just be that supre being.

Because a Supre simply has no standing to judge these matters from the perspective of an evaluator.

Even Ancestor Kong with his two thousand nine hundred Dao Divine Patterns didn’t have the right, at best only a pawn or cannon fodder, far from being so at ease.

"I am more like a record-keeper," Sun Wukong said with unfathomable depth, "comprehending the truth of the Great Path in the collapse of one epoch after another, in the great disasters of one epoch after another.

In the epochs, I am a passerby, but I am also a participant."

To bluff soone like Hong, to say there was no pressure, that was impossible.

Although Sun Wukong had insight into the secrets of most epochs, in order to maintain his sage-like image in front of Hong, he had to say less.

The more one says, the more mistakes are made, this is true everywhere.

Let the others fill in the gaps with their imagination for a perfect effect.

The technique suggested by a wise netizen, ti and again, never fails.

And indeed, Hong was truly shaken by Sun Wukong.

"The higher one stands, the different the view on issues," Hong stood up and bowed deeply, "Yuan, I hope you will... take good care of the epochs in the future, and lead the strong beings of the epochs to break free from their prison, to attain true transcendence and eternal life."

These Supres, while seemingly omnipotent, actually long for simple things.

To live!

To exist alongside the epochs.

Now Hong himself had no chance left, only to pin his hopes on the strong who were still struggling. He hoped the mysterious Yuan could offer help, aid those strong beings to break out of their prison.

"My existence will not override the deepest rules here," Sun Wukong stated, "My help is limited, whether they can transcend, it depends on themselves."

The Hong Ancestor once again solemnly bowed.

Afterward, it was as if he had resolved his greatest concern, and his face showed a look of relief.

Then, that mysterious aura that was attached to the Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor dissipated at that mont.

The Hong Ancestor had entrusted his last bit of True Spirit to the Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor, just to et Sun Wukong.

There were so questions he wanted to ask Sun Wukong.

Now he had obtained his wish.

Although he had not been able to uncover more secrets or information, he had received the answers he wanted, confird by Sun Wukong’s affirmative response.

These were already enough.

"To et... to et the Chaos Martial Ancestor!" The Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor showed a mixture of panic and a bit of excitent upon seeing Sun Wukong.

After all, it was rare to behold the true visage of the Chaos Martial Ancestor, and it was said that eting the Chaos Martial Ancestor would bring great fortune.

Most importantly, although his body had been dominated by the Hong Ancestor just now, his consciousness was still clear, so he obviously knew the content of the conversation.

Those words, which could not be uttered without causing a trendous uproar?

The Epoch was the vitality bursting forth from the remains above the Great Path.

There was an unnad terrifying existence about to resurrect, and it was harvesting the Epochs...

"You have inherited the will of the Hong Ancestor and obtained the chronicles compiled by him. From now on, you will follow and record the changes of the last Epoch," Sun Wukong said.

The Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor was imdiately overwheld by this honor.

Being able to follow the Chaos Martial Ancestor was an imnse honor, one even a Supre could not possess.

Yet, at this ti, Sun Wukong was filled with myriad thoughts.

Various signs indicated that he had likely appeared at these junctions in ti.

In the Origin Era, he was indeed the progenitor, and in the Ancient Gods Era, he was probably also an ancient god.

Although he did not know how he had achieved this, he indeed existed in history and had caused significant impacts.

Of course, being the cautious person he was, he would not so easily confirm such a suspicion.

He still needed proof, and now an excellent opportunity presented itself.

At this mont, in the ruins of the Epoch, the departure of the Hong Ancestor caused so turmoil.

Who knows how many were searching for the whereabouts of the bamboo slips, but all in vain.

Next, several other Mountains of Inheritance also emitted roars one after another, announcing various phenona.

The final inheritance of the Mountain of Inheritance belonging to the Xuan Ancestor was a Mysterious Stone.

It was rumored that this Mysterious Stone contained an earth-shattering secret, and so even claid that it held an inheritance from above the Great Path.

The Xuan Ancestor’s rise was also due to this very stone.

This stone also sparked the pursuit of nurous Saint Emperors and Supres, and in the end, it was seized by the Supre of Light.

As a result, the Supre of Light obtained the gift of the Xuan Ancestor enshrined in the stone, and his strength surged, allowing him to step into the ranks of those with 2,700 Dao Divine Patterns.

The final inheritance of Pan Ancestor’s Mountain of Inheritance was a treasure.

This object was the testant to Pan Ancestor’s Enlightennt, known as the Panjun Stick!

Most importantly, sealed within the Panjun Stick was a part of Pan Ancestor’s Primordial Source.

With this stick, one could summon the true body of Pan Ancestor and gain a portion of his power.

If a Saint Emperor obtained this stick, they could contend with a Supre.

Hence, the scramble for the Panjun Stick was also exceedingly fierce.

Especially the Saint Emperors, who pursued it with mad fervor.

In the end, the Panjun Stick, along with the Ink Blade and the bamboo slips, vanished into the ether, unknown where to, leaving everyone in a state of disappointnt.

The core inheritance left by the Hao Ancestor was a set of chronicles.

According to the Hao Ancestor himself, these chronicles recorded almost all the techniques and Divine Skills of the Origin Era, including so of the pet abilities of the seven progenitors of the origin.

It could be called the essence of the Origin Era.

In the end, this set of chronicles fell into the hands of a Saint Emperor from the Pure Land.

This individual astonished everyone.

It was An Lan from the Chaotic Ancient Era!