"Old Sun greets you all, fellow Daoists."
Sun Wukong grinned and clasped his hands toward everyone present. Newly born, he was curious about everything in the world, but he was also perfectly clear on what had happened before this.
Besides, among everyone present, he was the weakest. Not to mention the two Saints and Chen Mu, whose depths he could not fathom. No matter what, he had to show some manners.
Sun Wukong was not an idiot. Knowing full well that he was no match for them, how could he possibly act arrogantly?
"Damn, this monkey isn't fierce at all. It feels weird."
Nezha could not help complaining. He looked helplessly at Yang Jian beside him and asked, "What memories did you give this monkey? Something feels off."
Seriously, no version of Sun Wukong was ever this polite.
"Nothing much. Just basic common sense and Nine-Year Compulsory Education."
Yang Jian rubbed his forehead helplessly and said irritably, "Sun Wukong may be a wild monkey, but he isn't stupid..."
Why not take a look at who was present?
Sun Wukong's strength was only at the early Golden Immortal stage. Perhaps he could claim a place in this world and run rampant through many others, but who was standing before him right now?
Leaving aside the two Saints and Chen Mu, Golden Immortals were simply not worth mentioning before them. Even Yang Jian and his two brothers had remained in the Golden Immortal realm for a long time. They were all late-stage Golden Immortals, only one step away from the Great Luo realm. With certain magical treasures or other methods, they could even briefly wield strength at the Great Luo level.
In the Investiture of the Gods Universe, the Great Luo realm was already absolute power. There were hardly any who could