Vol 2 Chapter 225: : The invitation of the saint

As far as the line of sight came, countless worlds burned together and turned into a huge sea of ​​flames.
This scene is extremely dazzling, but extremely cruel.
Hundreds of millions of creatures are turned into ashes in the sea of ​​fire.
This is the cruelest scene Monkey King 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 into is just as weak as these scrolls."
The girl looked at him and replied: "Hongmeng has long been destroyed, and the chaos is only a larger ruin."
Monkey King's voice sank: "What does the saint want to tell me?"
"Don't you understand?"
The girl giggled, and then rowed through the huge sea of ​​fire: "Look ahead again."
Monkey King raised his head again, and a shining light appeared at the end of the sea of ​​fire.
That is a new waterway, just like Asahi’s first birth, vivid scrolls emerge one by one under the surface of the sea,
This is a crystal clear waterway.
If the previous channel is the channel of destruction, this is the channel of life.
Monkey King can clearly see the creatures in each picture scroll, all glowing vigorously.
This is a flourishing picture scroll, as beautiful as the stars.
Those splendid and beautiful scrolls have joined together into a magnificent sea of ​​stars, revealing a completely different world.
"This is a new world created by the saint, and it is not lost to Hongmeng."
The girl said with a high voice: "No matter what kind of world it is, it is something that can be created by the saint at hand, even the soul is not a great thing."
Monkey King was silent.
He stood on the floating flat boat and looked at the world below-so many worlds, all shining in this sea of ​​blood.
How powerful a saint is.
That is not an existence he can match.
"The saint wants you to understand that the mortal world is not worth mentioning."
The girl said: "You should not be restricted by your origin."
"I have seen the undead."
Monkey King said: "They still miss Hongmeng."
"Undead?"
The girl glanced at him and continued rowing: "They are the weak at first, and they are just slaves of other races in Hongmeng World."
Speaking of this, her face suddenly appeared puzzled.
"Speaking of which, the creatures in your world are even less worth mentioning."
The girl said.
"The real Hongmeng races are born extraordinary, and they are born with great supernatural powers. Unfortunately, they are all affected by the war of saints, and all of them are going to perish."
The girl's face was unbelievable: "The strange thing is that you ants who are born weak and need to be cultivated have survived."
Her words inadvertently exposed contempt.
Monkey King remembered the scene before Nu Wa died.
"I'm not malicious, but do you know why those ants survived?"
The girl asked Sun Wu.
Monkey King shook his head and said nothing.
"In the eyes of the saint, are we all ants?"
He asked rhetorically.
"You are different from ants."
The girl rowed on the ocean and shook her head: "But except you, everyone else is ants."
"We are almost there."
I don't know how long it took, and the girl reached the end of the boat.
Monkey King looked forward and saw a majestic gate floating in the sky. Behind the gate was a palace of golden tiles and glazed tiles, surrounded by clouds and mist, very beautiful.
"The saint has gone too far. To find them, we must first go through the heavenly gate."
The girl turned her head and said to Monkey King.
Monkey King frowned: "Where is the sky?"
"That is the palace where the saint once lived, and only saints are qualified to go there."
The girl replied: "You may not know that Nu Wa left the last war before her death, on the person who rushed into the sea, that is, you."
The girl said: "You can step on the way of a saint after stepping through the heavenly gate, and even have the opportunity to gain the wisdom of other saints and become the fourth saint."
Monkey King looked at the sky, and light roared out from the gate, as if to greet him.
Infinite light paved the way in the air, forming a ladder to the sky.
The white jade is like a rosy stairway, leading directly to the gate of heaven.
"So that's it..."
Monkey King looked at the steps, each step was engraved with a shining avenue, profound and cold.
The saint is no longer here, but you can still see the light passing by the saint.
Those rays of light are so cold, high above, without any mortal feeling.
Monkey King understood that there is a fundamental difference between saints and Hongmeng sentient beings.
All the avenues of the Hongmeng world, and even the Hongmeng world itself, are nothing more than things created casually to the saints.
They are qualified to treat everything as ants.
But then...
Isn't Monkey King an ant?
The saint wants him to be the fourth saint?
Or are they just going to let him go to heaven?
"The saint stopped the war, isn't it because Nu Wa still has power that hasn't been used?"
Monkey King asked whether the reason why the sanctuary was calm was because the saint was in the armistice.
They are waiting for someone.
"Is the above really the path the saint walked? Or is it a cage—"
Monkey King asked: "You said I have Nüwa's chess piece. Will the saint trap Nüwa's last chess piece?"
The girl smiled.
"After stepping through the Heavenly Gate, you really can't return to the mortal dust again."
She did not deny Monkey King’s speculation, but frankly replied:
The saint’s war has not eliminated Nuwa, and her last chess piece is useless. Even so, in fact, the moment you come to the sanctuary, the war has already begun. Up."
The arrival of Monkey King symbolizes Nuwa's last strength.
"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 give your chess pieces to the saint, you will be favored by the saint. This is the kindness of other saints to you.
Monkey King shook his head.
He closed his eyes as if he heard countless voices urging.
The stairs in front are the existences most desired by the gods in the sea of ​​blood, but they can't step on it, only Monkey King can.
As long as Monkey King stepped on, he would be able to learn the true way from the saint.
That is the power that makes people obsessed.
Monkey King's blood was boiling, and everything in front of him was attracting him.
This is the meeting ceremony of the saint. There are avenues he has never touched before, and the number is uncountable.
That is what all practitioners dream of.
But when the wind of blood blew across his face, Monkey King's heart was extremely calm.
"Why not go."
The girl urged: "This is eternal glory. As long as you go up, you can gain the Tao. You may even find the answer you have been looking for."
Monkey King opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him again.
"Have you ever set foot on it?"
The girl was taken aback.
"Have you faced the same choice?"
Monkey King then asked.
The girl's face sank without answer.
Monkey King didn't need her to answer either.
"Thank you for telling me so much."
He has fully understood: "But I refuse."
The girl showed an expression of error and shock: "Why?"
"My back is full of ants in your mouth. The ants survived the Saints War and will continue to live."
Monkey King said: "I long for the Dao, but those creatures are the foundation of my Dao, and my Dao is not here."
"How can the ant's Dao Foundation be too awkward!"
The girl said loudly, "The way of saints is in front of you. If you give up, you will never see saints. You can't even reach the chess seat where they are."
"Even so."
Monkey King shook his head: "I can find my own way too!"
"It seems that you are also an ant after all, even if your body is free from the mortal world, you can't understand the saint!"
The girl's face changed and she gritted her teeth: "You are too small, you can't be a true saint."
The voice fell, and a glass mirror rose from the sea of ​​blood and stood in front of Monkey King.
A strange sight appeared on the mirror.
"chaos!"
Monkey King recognized that the reflection inside was his home.
"What are you going to do?"
Monkey King asked.
"The saint has captured your world."
The girl smiled: "Look, this is their power, and your world will soon come to an end, unstoppable and irreversible!"
She looked up at the sky.
A light appeared in the sky.
This light is fleeting, penetrates down, hits into the mirror, and disappears.
There is hardly any fluctuations, and there is a little more light on the mirror surface.
Under Monkey King's gaze, those rays of light swirled and danced, and then smudged the entire mirror surface.
Lines of mysterious characters occupy the mirror and sink into the chaos.
Chaos, the world begins to turbulent.