At the bottom of a golden mountain, floating in the void of the Desire Realm.
Li Qi had originally thought that when he came to the Desire Realm, he would encounter treacherous spirits and bizarre raging tides, be washed about in the sea of desire, face the onlookers and scrutiny of many third-rank demonic cultivators, perhaps even get into a few fights.
After all, he had come to the Desire Realm to settle his many ties with the demonic path, so that he could safely advance to the third rank without being shackled by the demonic path afterward.
He had anticipated all kinds of possibilities, including this one—no one paying him any heed and leaving him to cool his heels in the Desire Realm.
But he had not expected to run into such a bizarre Demon Monkey.
To be honest, Li Qi felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.
Sun Wukong. That name was unbelievably familiar to Li Qi. Compared with unfamiliar names like Mount Yao, Sun Wukong was truly thunderous to the ear.
Yet, just like everything in his memories, it was utterly similar yet different. It looked as though it was the same thing, but upon closer inspection, it seemed not to be.
Take the Demon Monkey before him. The sense of déjà vu it gave him was immensely strong, and even this "golden mountain" before him looked, no matter how he viewed it, like the shape of a staff...
Yet it was itself some kind of seal. It did not resemble Five Finger Mountain, and this was the Desire Realm, not the real world. Everything here was formed from desire. Whether spirit or matter, all of it was merely the manifestation of desire—including this boundless void. The reason there was a boundless void was because beings outside