The years when I would transform

Sun Wukong is at the pinnacle of the celestial realm, and is only half a step away from the supreme state of no thoughts. How could an evolver of this strength easily lose control of his emotions?

And he lost control of his emotions in front of a junior?

Just when Wang Xiao became alert, Sun Wukong suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed it at Wang Xiao's forehead.

Wang Xiao instantly felt an irresistible power enveloping him. Just as he was about to circulate energy to break free, he heard Sun Wukong slowly say, "Energy inheritance, this is my gift to you. You and I are both primates incarnated. This is fate. The Buddha said, fate originates from emptiness, emptiness originates from fate. All things in this world are born and destroyed by fate. You and I are both from the Yanhuang tribe, both primates incarnated, and we meet again today. This is one of the countless fates in the universe..."

"Great Sage, you absolutely cannot do that..." Wang Xiao was stunned. He never expected that this legendary strong man would choose to pass on his energy to him at this moment. This power contained the essence of Sun Wukong's lifelong practice, which was magnificent and profound.

What is energy inheritance?

Every evolver has a unique energy imprint. The inheritance is to pass on the evolutionary methods learned throughout life to others in the form of a "code". After this inheritance is carried out, one's own energy factors will gradually dissipate, and eventually become an ordinary mortal.

Moreover, the energy inheritance requires a high degree of energy compatibility between the two parties. If one is not careful, the energy factors of both parties will be dispersed, and they will die...

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with gentleness. He seemed to see through Wang Xiao's concerns and said softly, "Old Pig and Old Sand once said that if we return to Earth one day, we will settle in Huaguo Mountain. Old Pig will plant peach trees, Old Sand will go fishing, and Old Bai will raise horses. Forget about the captain, he's too nagging..."

He spoke softly, and at the same time lightly tapped his fingers again. A bright light gushed out from his fingertips, like a rushing river, and poured into Wang Xiao's brows.

Wang Xiao felt his whole body shake, as if countless stars exploded in his body, and as if an endless ocean was churning in his blood. This sea of ​​energy impacted Wang Xiao's meridians. At the same time, the Tai Chi diagram in his body rotated at an unprecedented speed. The energy factor of Sun Wukong's inheritance was slowly injected into the Tai Chi diagram, and was absorbed by the essence of the Tai Chi diagram...

Sun Wukong's energy was as vast as the galaxy, which was beyond Wang Xiao's ability to bear. The Tai Chi diagram gradually became overwhelmed, and countless cracks appeared on the entire surface of the Tai Chi diagram, showing signs of breaking.

Wang Xiao was in great pain at this moment. Sweat was dripping down his face like raindrops. His eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was flushed, and the blood in his blood vessels was flowing like a river, churning endlessly. The sound of his heartbeat could actually be heard outside his body, roaring like thunder.

"I can finally go back to Huaguo Mountain. Old Pig has been waiting for me for a long, long time. I have to plant peach trees all over the mountain for him..."

"I, Old Sun, want to go home..."

Sun Wukong suddenly stretched out a palm and slapped Wang Xiao on the top of his head. Then a golden light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. As the golden light faded, his monkey hair gradually faded away, revealing his true appearance.

Wang Xiao was hit on the forehead by Sun Wukong's palm, and he felt extremely dizzy. Just before he fainted, he saw the true face of Sun Wukong.

This is a man with ordinary appearance, who seems to be in his forties, with a tired face and sallow complexion. Such an ordinary man is the famous Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's body seemed to be shaking a little at the moment Wang Xiao fainted. He was holding up his body. His eyes, which once flashed with indomitable spirit and wildness, were now gray. The air around him seemed to solidify, and even time slowed down at this moment.

"Cough...cough..."

After Sun Wukong's violent coughing, it seemed as if all his strength was drained away. He slowly stood up, but his figure was no longer as straight as before. After the burst of golden light, the monkey hair on his body completely disappeared, leaving only a simple set of clothes.

He looked up into the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers of time and space, as if he saw the distant Flower-Fruit Mountain, where peach blossoms were in full bloom, and there was a fat man with a fat head and big ears enjoying the cool under a peach tree, and in the distance there was a handsome man riding a horse...

The corners of Sun Wukong's mouth lifted unconsciously, revealing a gentle smile, "It's time to go back. When the Flower-Fruit Mountain is full of peach blossoms, I will come to find you. Wait for me, don't be impatient..."

"You carry the load and I lead the horse.

Welcoming the sunrise and sending off the sunset.

Smooth out the bumps and make a road.

After fighting through the hardships, we set out again and again..."

Sun Wukong left, humming his favorite song, and left, so plainly, so ordinary, so silently...

Since then, there has been no more Sun Wukong in the world, nor any great sage of the Yanhuang clan.

But after today, an old farmer appeared on the Flower-Fruit Mountain. He planted peach trees every morning, fished by the stream at noon, led a few white horses in the evening, and chanted Buddhist scriptures at night...

After Sun Wukong walked away, a breeze blew by, and a thin man and an old man appeared in the pavilion.

The old man was dressed in a light and flowing robe, his hair was as white as the first snow in winter, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through the mysteries of the stars, and he was surrounded by an otherworldly temperament, making people feel as if he was closely connected and integrated with this vast world.

He stared at Wang Xiao who had fainted on the ground, his eyes full of mixed emotions, then slowly turned to the direction where Sun Wukong had left, sighed softly, with a bit of regret and admiration in his voice: "Mortal, for Wang Xiao, we actually lost the strongest person in the Fusion God Realm, is this... really worth it?"

Sun Wukong is gifted with extraordinary talent, and one day he would reach the state of spiritual integration and shock the world, but now he has to pass on the inheritance for Wang Xiaodu and return to being an ordinary person.

"It's worth it." The mortal waved his feather fan, and a gentle energy enveloped Wang Xiao, repairing the genes in Wang Xiao's body.

"Put all the power of the clan together to make one person a god..." The old man leaned down, stretched out his hands, put his palms on Wang Xiao's chest, turned his head and said to the mortal: "...Why choose him?"

The old man did not think that Wang Xiao had the hope of becoming a [God] of the immortal realm. Since the birth of the universe, only [Cang] had reached the immortal realm. But the Wang Xiao in front of him did not look like an existence that could be compared with [Cang].

According to rumors, when [Cang] was young, he showed an astonishing talent and had an understanding and comprehension of the mysteries of the universe beyond ordinary people. Every step of his practice seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth and communicate with the stars.

But what about Wang Xiao?

This was the first time the old man doubted a mortal. He had seen all of Wang Xiao’s experiences and naturally knew that Wang Xiao was just an ordinary person with women and money on his mind.

How could such a mediocre person be chosen by mortals as the only candidate for the [God-Becoming Plan]?

The mortal continued to wave the feather fan, and the energy continued to be injected into Wang Xiao's body. "He is the only one who is most suitable."