Bodhi Patriarch's True Identity

The Sea of Clouds above Flower Fruit Mountain churned, the scenery extraordinarily beautiful, yet the Monkey King and Zixia stood facing each other in silence...

"Monkey Bro!" Zixia called out. Seeing that he still did not react after so long and was still stroking that staff of his, she... "Monkey Bro!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking." He truly could not take it anymore. This was far too unsettling for a monkey.

"Let's find a place—Xieyue Sanxing Cave!"

That was where the whole story had begun, and it was also the source of his greatest doubt—who exactly was Bodhi Patriarch's true form?!

Zixia followed in his footsteps, and the two walked side by side. The countless Monkey Demons of Flower Fruit Mountain saw them off and cheered for them.

"Great King, come back soon!"

"We monkeys will miss you!"

Chattering words of reminder rose one after another...

The Monkey King waved his hand, then leaped into the air with Zixia, turning into two streaks of golden light that tore through the sky.

Along the way, mountains, rivers, plants, trees, spirit springs, and immortal stones rushed past behind them.

The search proved far more difficult than they had imagined.

They fought off anyone who blocked their path as they searched. After traveling for three whole months and scouring all of Xiniu Hezhou, they still failed to find even the slightest trace of Xieyue Sanxing Cave.

How was that possible?! Both were deeply shocked, and a faint sense of lingering fear rose in their hearts.

Just as they were at a loss, an unhurried woodcutter's song drifted from the mountains. The melody was ancient and vigorous, containing the primal Dao rhythm of creation itself.

Following the sound, they saw a woodcutter in coarse hemp clothes walking along a mountain trail with an axe over