Vol 2 Chapter 216: : Mediocrity

In the Vatican heaven, a figure appeared under the linden tree, shining brilliantly, shining for millions of miles.
He stood there, as far as the light came, all beings could not rest on the ground.
Someone was holding their body thousands of miles away and looked over with hatred.
"Honor!"
He yelled as if to say a word.
His Holiness ignored.
Or for him, it doesn't need to bother at all.
He reached out to the linden tree and picked out a faint white light from it.
"Where is your brother !?"
Another voice asked.
His Holiness looked down, and a small figure appeared at his feet.
The power of this figure is not even as good as that in the distance, but she can break through and it is the source of force.
"He's stigmatizing me."
In recognition, His Holiness answered her.
"Brother won't lose!"
Said the figure.
"If he doesn't lose, he will die."
His Holiness glowed and lifted the figure.
Vast and chaotic
Sun Wukong opened his eyes, as if returning to the Fangcun Mountain where he first sought the way, and saw the prince Bodhi preaching on the futon.
He stood up, the picture in front of him turned, the sea was mulberry fields, but it was in front of the Nantian Gate.
Sun Wukong took a step forward, but his body was already awarded with gold armor, and the long cymbals on his crown flew out for more than ten feet.
Countless creatures knelt in front of them, all bowing to call him a heavenly emperor.
"This is where?"
Sun Wukong took another step, and the creature in front of him disappeared like loess.
He moved forward step by step, and found that this was a long river of time. With each step, flowers bloomed and ebbed, ebb and flow.
One year, two years ...
Sun Wukong walked through the vicissitudes of the sea and looked at the reincarnation of everything, everything changed into the past
Centuries, millennia ... billions of years
As he walked along, everything he saw left traces in his heart.
This is not an ordinary world, but a real experience. With each step, countless years of memories come to mind.
His heart was gradually numbed by these memories, without sorrow or joy.
This is an extremely sober and rational world.
Here, a moment is ten thousand years, all emotions will disappear in time
Then, I do n’t know how long time has passed. When Sun Wukong was about to forget his name, he saw a bodhi tree
A light and shadow stood under the linden tree and picked off a white light.
"This is obsession."
That light and shadow said, "My young obsession."
After going through hundreds of millions of hours, Sun Wukong knew what he said was the obsession.
That's emotion.
A trivial thing in this boundless world
"Everything in the world is running, but in the end, everything will be pure."
Light and shadow turned around, a familiar face.
Sun Wukong has forgotten who this face is.
He has spent too long, experienced too many things, and is already very tired.
He walked under the bodhi tree and reached for a golden light.
It was a golden hoop.
It is too bright, with countless lights flashing, which is the heavenly way he can't imagine.
"Good."
Guangying said: "Your understanding surpasses the chaotic beings. Accepting this, you can understand the truth."
Sun Wukong looked at the golden hoop.
Infinite wisdom flows on it. He has forgotten many things, but remembers-this is the answer he has been looking for.
Just looking at it, he already knew that the world he was in was the source.
This is the will of sentient beings. For hundreds of millions of years, all thoughts and memories remain here, and they want to devour him.
Any soul staying here will be broken.
But he didn't-his soul was strong enough.
As long as he accepts, he can dominate the world, knowing everything in chaos, reincarnation of cause and effect.
This seems to be the choice made by His Holiness.
Sun Wukong closed his eyes.
"Don't forget the agreement."
A voice sounded in his ear.
Sun Wukong opened his eyes, the picture flowed in front of him, and a beautiful and vast world appeared.
"Honour, this is not your answer."
He said, "It's not my answer."
Om ------
In the void, an air screamed and slammed against the golden hoop.
The gold hoop flew from his hand and shattered, gradually disappearing.
"All time, all time, everything, nothing can change."
In the world before Sun Wukong, everything is growing freely.
The sky revolves and the voices that Wan listens to, the ground is full of warm light.
Whenever and wherever, souls love the world that breeds them.
Even the undead are in love.
Where does this love come from?
Sun Wukong saw a back, a back groundbreaking back.
He reached forward and an axe appeared in his hand, dazzling.
Want to create, want a more perfect world.
Sun Wukong's body was dazzling with light, and his hair became soft and long, like a wobbly garment.
The same will resonated between him and the axe.
"Hongmeng has its own rules and mediocrity."
The source world, this is the will of all beings.
There is no need for Sun Wukong to prepare, those will will naturally become the order of the new world.
The only thing he has to do is to open the way for these wills.