The activities of the Pure Land Sect were not only limited to Wanling Country; the Southern Continent was also greatly influenced.

During the cold winter, Human King Liu Che fell ill amidst his busy schedule.

Sun Wukong came to see his condition, and when he emerged from the sleeping quarters, it was already dusk, with a piercing chill carried in the cold wind.

He gazed deeply at the Imperial Palace covered with snowflakes.

The old Imperial Physician carried his medicine box, hunched over as he staggered out of the sleeping quarters, attempting to leave.

"Walk with me."

Sun Wukong said.

The old Imperial Physician was startled, yet he followed Sun Wukong's command and started walking behind him.

"Why not return to Huaguo Mountain?"

Sun Wukong asked: "Haven't you had enough fun?"

The old Imperial Physician shook his head.

"Great King."

He spoke: "I have established a family and career here, aiding generation after generation of Human Kings; I have grown accustomed to it."

Sun Wukong stopped, turned back, and looked at him: "Does the Human King know of your identity?"

"No."

The old Imperial Physician shook his head.

He had been in the Southern Continent for over a century, concealing his identity for his safety when Liu Heng was critically ill.

Thus, for a hundred years, no one knew that he was the young Pharmacist who had come with Liu Heng.

The encounters of people are always so unpredictable; the young man came to the Southern Continent aspiring to learn more and return to serve in Huaguo Mountain one day.

Yet, he fell in love with a frail Princess here and for her, he was willing to give up his journey, hide his identity, and stay in the Imperial Palace for a hundred years.

This was his choice; Sun Wukong, upon hearing this, looked somewhat dim.

"When I sent you here, I never thought you would confine yourself to this tiny Imperial Palace."

The old Imperial Physician paused, then knelt down on the snowy ground towards Sun Wukong.

"Get up."

Sun Wukong turned around to help him up: "I am not angry either."

The old Imperial Physician slowly stood up.

Sun Wukong looked at his face, full of wrinkles, where it was hard to discern the appearance of the child from those years.

Even his originally clear and bright eyes had lost their luster due to the years and life's hardships.

"Let me ask you."

Sun Wukong spoke: "If given another chance, would you still stay here?"

The old Imperial Physician remained silent for a moment, but eventually nodded.

"I am different from the Great King."

He said: "I am just a mortal."

"No..."

Sun Wukong shook his head, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes: "Perhaps I am also a mortal."

The old Imperial Physician sensitively sensed something wrong with Sun Wukong.

"What troubles the Great King?"

He asked.

Sun Wukong said: "There is something, I can't find the answer to."

"The Great King is being modest."

The old Imperial Physician shook his head: "With your unparalleled wisdom, what in this world could possibly stump the Great King?"

...

Sun Wukong fell silent, perhaps he had already found the answer, but it was too frightening, and he was unwilling to admit it.

But what needs to be faced, must eventually be confronted.

Sun Wukong arrived alone at the Demon Kingdom.

The palace of the Demon Kingdom had been rebuilt.

When he arrived, there were laughter and voices inside; upon entering the great hall, what met his eyes was an scene of debauchery and decay.

The appearance of Sun Wukong caught the attention of all the demons indulged in their revelry.

His radiance was pure and untainted, unstained by any filth, even a glance at him made others feel debased.

The female demons, upon seeing his light, hurriedly clothed themselves and fled the great hall, while other demons also left, their faces full of shame.

Sun Wukong did not mind them and simply looked at the Six-Eared Macaque.

The Six-Eared Macaque, sitting high on his throne, held a gourd, drinking strong liquor.

"You've finally come."

He said.

"I came to confirm an answer."

Sun Wukong said.

The Six-Eared Macaque threw away the gourd, kicked away the passed-out female demon at his feet, and stepped down from the stairs, staring intently at Sun Wukong: "What have you learned?"

"Buddha would rather breach the precept of greed than to stop me from knowing the reason."

Sun Wukong asked: "Is it because I would destroy the Three Realms?"

"Ha, hahaha..."

The Six-Eared Macaque couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He really didn't expect Sun Wukong to voice it out.

"Pitiful."

The Six-Eared Macaque looked at Sun Wukong: "You've found out, this Three Realms is just your cage, don't you find it sad?"

Sun Wukong took a step back, his face turning somewhat pale.

"I should have understood earlier."

He muttered to himself.

Six-Eared Macaque sneered, "It's better if you don't understand."

Sun Wukong turned and walked away.

Six-Eared Macaque watched his departing figure and the flames gradually kindling on him.

"He's about to fall into devilment."

Six-Eared Macaque thought, then leapt up and flew to the Northern Continent.

"Buddha."

Upon arriving at Lingshan, he disregarded the gazes of numerous Buddhas and directly said, "You couldn't anticipate the Great Saint, he already knows the truth of the Three Realms."

"Amitabha."

Buddha sighed.

The assembly of Buddhas was shocked and asked, "Buddha, what is the truth of the Three Realms?"

"The Three Realms..."

At this point, Buddha had no other options.

He looked at the Golden Bowl, "Just like this object."

The Buddhas looked over and saw the Pure Land inside the bowl, all stricken with shock.

"This, this..."

Samantabhadra couldn't help but exclaim, "Could it be that the Three Realms are just like this Pure Land?"

"This Three Realms, not that Three Realms."

Buddha responded, "The Three Realms we reside in have existed for less than two hundred years."

The Buddhas were instantly thrown into panic.

Such a truth was too absurd, how could the Three Realms exist for less than two hundred years?

"Buddha, my memories do not reflect this."

Someone fearfully spoke, "Could it be that we..."

Buddha sent him out.

The Buddhas were startled and turned their gazes to Buddha.

"Once these words are spoken, the Heart Demon arises swiftly."

Buddha spoke again, "You exist truly, quickly stabilize your minds."

Startled, everyone hastily employed their powers to stabilize their minds.

After a long time, Guanyin finally stood up and asked, "Buddha, what exactly is this for?"

"For the Great Saint."

Before Buddha could reply, Six-Eared Macaque sneered, "These Three Realms were born because of the Great Saint, they are a creation derived through transformation."

"Now that he knows the truth."

He continued, "Together with the mutation, that is the true great calamity of the Three Realms."

The Buddhas contemplated briefly and understood the grave implications.

Years ago, in that competition, Sun Wukong had already demonstrated his unyielding will.

If his Daoist heart remains unchanged, he would inevitably shatter the heavens and earth and return to his rightful place.

"The only course of action now is for all beings of the Three Realms to unite."

Buddha said, "Complete the Pure Land, to collectively defend against the great calamity."

At this stage, it was extremely difficult to convert Sun Wukong.

Lingshan could only reveal the truth to the beings of the Three Realms, to complete the Pure Land in advance and seek a slim chance of survival.

"It's just a pity..."

Buddha turned his gaze towards the outside of Lingshan.

How many people's hearts will be completely shattered by this truth?

All the beings in this world, all their love and hatred, are merely outcomes of this derivation.

At Kunlun Mountain, Sun Wukong sat alone on the window ledge of the Scripture Pavilion, flipping through the Heavenly Book he had read before.

He finally understood what the 'Creation,' crafted by the Great Divine Powers during that great calamity recorded in this Heavenly Book, truly was.

He also finally understood why he witnessed the uproar at the Heavenly Palace.

He understood why since the uproar at the Heavenly Palace, he could no longer see the Wordless Heavenly Scripture.

The answer was so simple...

Because he had always been in the Heavenly Book.

The real him, perhaps still slumbers on the ruins above the Heavenly Gate.

These two hundred years, merely a brief dream.

"A dream..."

Sun Wukong's heart trembled, "How could this be just a dream."

Two hundred years, real people, real things, how could they be explained away with just a dream?

He had lived here for two hundred years.

Yet, in his original world, he had only lived for less than a hundred years.

Everything he experienced here now pressed down on Sun Wukong, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed loudly, suddenly leaping up, transforming into a Fire Dragon, tearing through the sky.

The sky, as though it was burning like flames.

The Three Realms, illusioned by the Heavenly Book, this world born because of him, must also perish with his departure.

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