Vol 2 Chapter 224: : Welcome to the Sanctuary

Above the ocean, there is a flat boat.
In the eternal years, the girl slept soundly in a flat boat, her breath as light as a feather, floating in a sea of ​​blood
A hint of turbulence disturbed her breath
She rubbed her eyes, got on the flat boat and looked out
In the endless blood sea, a faint and tough dust, like a golden sword light piercing the sea, rushed into this eternal sanctuary.
"coming-"
Monkey King heard a cry of joy.
But he didn't have time to study carefully. At the moment he broke through the sea of ​​blood, countless scenes flooded him.
The earth, the sky, the three realms, the chaos, and the countless lives and souls of the past and the future—
Countless scenes of time and space merged into his vision in an instant.
He seemed to see everything in the chaotic world, the past and the future, time and space.
Everything appeared in his sight in the most realistic state, and then was swallowed by a sea of ​​blood.
He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
One hand held him.
"Your base is too shallow, get on the boat."
Monkey King heard that voice again.
In retrospect, Monkey King and being dragged onto the boat, saw the the boat.
The girl is very petite, light and childlike, but has a familiar face.
"Houtu."
Monkey King felt like he was dreaming: "Why are you here? Where are you?"
He stood up and stood on the swaying lone boat.
Monkey King looked far and wide, and his eyes were boundless seas of blood, the world was silent, and the boundaries could not be clearly seen.
"This is a sanctuary outside Gao Xuan's world."
Houtu replied: "This used to be the Tiangong of Hongmeng, where the saints lived."
"saint?"
Monkey King looked at her: "Then why are you here?"
"You must have admitted the wrong person."
Houtu replied: "I am the boy of Saint Huangtian. Are you here to see the Saint? Come with me. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Sun Wukong was surprised. He opened his eyes, but he couldn't see what the girl was in front of him.
"Except for the saint's avenue, no magical powers can work for me."
The girl seemed to see through Sun Wukong's thoughts and said: "You have a lot of questions, let's talk while walking."
She propped up a long bamboo and drove the flat boat to the east.
"This place was originally as clean as colored glaze. After Nuwa's death, the sanctuary was stained with blood."
The flat boat was driving in a sea of ​​blood, and the girl's skirt swayed with the wind. She turned her back to Monkey King and introduced: "You should have been blocked by Nu Wa's blood on your way here."
It turned out that the sea of ​​blood was transformed by Nu Wa's blood.
Monkey King thought to himself.
He looked around, the sea of ​​blood was vast and quiet, with no waves, let alone the end.
The flat boat has been driving on the sea for an unknown period of time, and gradually some phantoms are tumbling and jumping on the sea.
Monkey King stared attentively, and a white and flawless Pegasus happened to fly out of the sea of ​​blood, seeming to want to get out of the sea of ​​blood, but with a whine, it fell down nearby and set off a spray.
"what is that?"
Monkey King asked.
"That is the remnant soul of the Hongmeng God."
The girl replied: "In the age of Harmony, all the gods fell in the war of the saints. Their lives and will disappeared from the long river of years, but the remnants of the condensed avenue still remained, wandering in this sea of ​​blood, trying to escape and become a saint. Bit."
There were more and more phantoms, and the girl shot one down with a paddle.
"They are the losers chasing the avenue."
The girl said: "The loser is not qualified to see the saint."
Monkey King looked at the remnants of the gods.
I don't know how long the years have passed. The world of Hongmeng has long been wiped out, but the remnants of the gods still have a brilliant light shining.
It is a beautiful light that cannot be described in words, and it is otherworldly.
Each light symbolizes the true spirit of a certain god.
"Can my way shine for so long?"
Monkey King couldn't help thinking.
Those are how beautiful the light, like colored glaze, like a beacon—
If the gods did not die, what a glorious world this would be.
"Sanctuary, sanctuary."
He seemed to be able to hear the obsession of those remnants.
Sanctuary, this is their dream place, overlooking sentient beings, letting time pass, always being high above the world, surpassing all realms.
Countless remnants of souls are tumbling in the sea of ​​blood, wanting to surpass the sea of ​​blood.
In eternal time, they fly up again and again, and sink again and again.
What a vast and lonely scene.
The sea of ​​blood is boundless, and the flat boat is rowing on the surface of the sea. Whenever the fog blows, there is light rising and falling, like continuous fire.
"Under this sea of ​​blood, is it Hongmeng?"
Monkey King suddenly asked.
"That's right—"
The girl thought of something and slapped the sea with the oar: "Before I see the saint, I have to let you understand the world."
The oars slapped on the sea, and a small piece of blood was cut away from the sea, revealing the scene below.
When Monkey King looked over, he could see square-inch-sized paintings floating under the sea, emitting a crystal light.
Monkey King trembled in his heart.
"What do you see?"
The girl asked.
"One world."
This is Monkey King's answer.
In his paintings, he saw a real world, with mountains, water, people, time, space, and everything.
But all of that is not what Sun Wukong originally recognized.
In that painting, mountains are no longer mountains, and water is no longer water. They are still, but they are constantly flowing.
Monkey King can see the uplift and fall of mountains, see the flow and depletion of water, and even see everyone's life.
This is a perspective that is difficult to tell and transcends time and space.
It is not Monkey King's ability, but standing in this sanctuary, he can see the world in the painting, and see every moment from its birth to its destruction.
"This is a world."
The girl told Monkey King: "Overlooking the mortal world in the sanctuary, every world is as insignificant as it is."
Monkey King immediately remembered the chaos he saw when he rushed into the bleeding sea.
He couldn't help laughing.
"Is my world a painting in Sanctuary?"
His laughter echoed in the air, some pain for some reason.
"This is the truth. Only by accepting it can you be qualified to see the saint."
The girl raised the oar: "Look, the saint is here to welcome you."
Monkey King raised his head, and in front of the Bianzhou, the entire sea of ​​blood was burning like a fire.
The burning sea of ​​blood became one piece, and the flat boat gradually moved into the sea of ​​fire channel.
On this channel, Monkey King could see countless scrolls under the sea being lit, glowing like a torch.
That is the countless world, countless creatures and everything.
Sun Wukong's eyes reflected a burning scroll, and we could see that everything in the world was being destroyed.
This is a spectacular scene.
Thousands of destroying worlds come together to form this endless sea.