Chapter 829: Lingtai Fangcun Mountain!

If it were the world where Fang Qi lived before his transmigration, let alone Easterners, even in the West, most people would have exclaimed in surprise the moment they saw the previous teasers.

But for these cultivators and mages of another world, having only glanced at these unfamiliar scenes, it was naturally difficult to generate the same feelings as the former, for they knew nothing of these legends.

They even subconsciously thought, isn’t it just a story about a monkey?

And a single episode is sold at such an exorbitantly expensive price!

But now, things were gradually becoming different...

“These monkeys... how can each and every one of them be so clever!?” A group of elves felt incomparably amazed.

Su Tianji, Nalan Hongwu, and the other first batch of customers from the old shop who watched "Journey to the West" were also looking at them at this moment as they bowed in worship up toward the throne, arranging themselves as ministers and sovereigns, truly giving off a feeling of ascending to an imperial court; watching them roam Mount Huaguo by day and rest in the Water Curtain Cave by night made it even more entertaining to watch.

This was truly a paradise on earth, a hidden peach blossom spring of absolute freedom and ease.

In the blink of an eye, many days had passed, and just as humans face the cycle of life and death, monkeys naturally could not escape the destined path of fate.

It is said that among the monkey herd, there was an old monkey who died of old age and physical frailty, and all the monkeys covered their faces and wept bitterly.

Thus came the words, “Though today we are not subject to the laws of human kings and fear no threat from birds or beasts, when we grow old and our blood thins in the future, we will still be secretly governed by the King of Hell.”

Yet between heaven and earth, there are only three entities that do not fall under the governance of the King of Hell: Buddhas, Immortals, and Gods.

Afterward came the scene where the monkeys gathered immortal peaches, plucked exotic fruits, and wove a bamboo raft to pack his bags, sending the Monkey King to the very ends of the earth to learn the art of longevity.

And at this moment, as this grand mythological epic gradually unfolded before these people of another world, that... was a complex feeling that was difficult to describe in words.

Perhaps... it was not merely a myth.

A group of innocent and pure monkeys, along with a peculiar, whimsical, and leaping figure of a Monkey King who popped out of a stone, gradually took shape in the minds of these viewers.

“Just like that, he ran off to learn the art of longevity?” A group of cultivators watched with expressions of disbelief, having heard that there were immortals in the Southern Jambudvipa Continent, and then just building a small raft, taking a pile of fruit, and heading out to sea!?

This seemed like an absolute fairy tale.

“Can these monkeys really learn the art of longevity!?” One could not help but lament the innocence of the monkeys, but precisely because they were monkeys, no one felt there was anything amiss.

The sea was fraught with countless dangers, a single leaf of a boat, a drop in the vast ocean.

If it were anyone else who shrunk back in fear and looked ahead and behind with hesitation, they would have likely perished in the ocean long ago; yet unexpectedly, this Monkey King, who crossed the sea with a single mind to learn the art of longevity, actually made it ashore.

Subsequently, he passed through large cities and traveled through small counties, and though he kept himself safe from harm, the cold eyes and ridicule of being treated as an alien species went without saying, enduring for more than eight or nine years, traveling to the Great Western Ocean, and winding his way to the Western Aparagodaniya Continent, before finally inquiring that not far away, on the Square Inch Mountain of the Spiritual Terrace, inside the Cave of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars, lived an old immortal.

Where there is a will, there is a way; yes, this was a myth, but similarly, the deep meaning contained within was also gradually, through such a method, displayed before everyone.

While lamenting that the Handsome Monkey King had finally found the abode of an immortal, an image of a Monkey King who was ignorant yet firm, unversed in the ways of the world yet not lacking in agility, also gradually grew full in their hearts.

If these viewers of the alternate world felt it was novel before, then now, watching this clever monkey endure an unknown number of years just to wind his way from the Eastern Purvavideha Continent to the Western Aparagodaniya Continent to find a piece of immortal land, the joy of success was still unseen, but how many people knew of the bitterness and hardships behind it...

“Do you think... this Handsome Monkey King can learn the art of longevity later on?” Su Tianji discussed while watching the monkey before her follow the mountain path, searching toward the Cave of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars.

Several people were clearly grouped together watching "Journey to the West."

“This Square Inch Mountain of the Spiritual Terrace... what kind of immortal lives in the Cave of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars?” Fenghua was clearly more concerned about this, “It doesn’t have much of a reputation... could it be that he isn't powerful at all...?”

One must know that the powerful immortals these days all had incredibly resounding names, such as the God of Radiant Judgment, and a domineering translated name like the Supreme Deity Taiwei, not to mention the several Immortal Lords of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sea in the Upper Immortal Realm.

Before Fang Qi transmigrated, almost anyone hearing the words "Square Inch Mountain" or "Cave of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars" would think of what kind of sacred land this would be without needing any explanation.

Of course, these people of the alternate world... knew absolutely nothing about this, and were still discussing: “Could it be that this Monkey King only found a minor deity, and then won't know the art of longevity at all.”

“Ah... then wouldn’t it be a wasted effort again?” Fenghua said worriedly.

In the Jiulan City shop, the knights of the Golden Gryphon Knights were also discussing: “Who do you think is more powerful, this immortal of the Cave of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars or the founder of the Shushan Sect...”

“This immortal should be slightly more powerful, but he probably can't compare to the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden,” evaluation came from several people nearby.

After all, when playing "The Legend of Sword and Fairy," when the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden descended to the mortal realm, her power and majesty were matchless.

And this Square Inch Mountain, Cave of Three Stars... even the title was learned by inquiring from a passing woodcutter, giving off a feeling... as if these woodcutters would go visit whenever they were free; an elf watching the show in a group also spoke up as she watched this stone monkey truly find the cave dwelling and saw the words "Square Inch Mountain of the Spiritual Terrace, Cave of the Slanted Moon and Three Stars," saying: “It feels like he should be an amiable old immortal, but he shouldn't be too powerful.”

“Oh, who cares if he's powerful or not, anyway he's much more powerful than us,” an elf said, “Let’s go, let’s go! We’ll follow this Monkey King inside to take a look too! The scenery here is so beautiful!”

Before their eyes, mists and clouds scattered colors, the sun and moon shook with shimmering light, exotic flowers decorated the scenery, emerald bamboos grew slender and long, and there were even cranes stretching their feathers, with occasional sightings of phoenixes soaring up, undulating with five-colored cloud-light; for a group of scenery enthusiasts, such a wondrous sight was absolutely a superb value!

Subsequently, they saw the Patriarch Subhuti sitting upright on the dais, with about thirty minor immortals clad in Daoist robes standing respectfully below.

Before a true immortal, naturally no one dared to act rashly, whether it was the previously guessed "amiable old immortal" or Patriarch Subhuti.

At this moment, the crowd stood anxiously below the dais, just like that monkey.

Even Patriarch Subhuti had not expected that someone could actually cross two great oceans to come here from the Eastern Purvavideha Continent.

Watching the Patriarch almost think this monkey was lying to deceive him and about to drive this monkey out, everyone could not help but worry for him.

When the Patriarch asked: “What is your surname?”

The Monkey King replied: “I have no surname. If people scold me, I do not get angry; if they hit me, I do not get vexed, I just offer an apology, having no surname my whole life.”

Hearing this, they could not help but feel a pang of bitterness for him.

And upon hearing the Patriarch grant him the name "Sun Wukong," and seeing him shout with uncontainable joy, "I have a name," "I have a master," they could not help but be moved by it.

An innocent and pure Sun Wukong gradually took root in their hearts.

From nothing to something, this was the Sun Wukong they gradually came to know, from the previous impression of a monkey to a flesh-and-blood, lively, and agile Handsome Monkey King.

It was truly, "When the primordial chaos first split, there was originally no surname; to break through stubborn emptiness, one must awaken to emptiness."