Li Qi felt ashamed, but at the same time, he realized something.
The memories the Heavenly Demon had stuffed into him did indeed seem to contain many secrets, but Li Qi could not tell whether those secrets were useful, or whether they were real.
This really was... quite the headache.
But Li Qi knew that he could not choose the world. In truth... there was almost nothing in this world that one could choose.
How did that saying go again? Under heaven, the most precious thing was "having a choice."
If one "had a choice," that really was... too blissful.
After struggling this far, the most precious thing Li Qi had left for his daughter Li Shiwei and his disciple Laqi was the ability to have a choice, to refuse things they did not wish to do.
But as the first generation of Li Qi, he could only press onward slowly through the bloody, terrifying obstacles of a harsh winter.
Li Qi still said to the Golden Monkey, "The Dragon Palace is below us, so let's not disturb anyone. We can talk in the mountain forests outside instead; the scenery is nice too."
"Fine!" The Golden Monkey was not picky. He looked exceedingly forthright, without all that looking ahead and behind, wavering and struggling.
One man and one monkey arrived at a mountain peak on Flower-Fruit Mountain. Birds filled the place, with sparrows, hawks, ducks, starlings, thrushes, and blackbirds calling out. A warm, gentle sea breeze blew in from the south, and slanting afternoon sunlight peeked through.
Li Qi sat down there. "Monkey brother, I'll first tell you the story I know. See whether it's right."
As he spoke, Li Qi began recounting the Journey to the West from his memories.
From the Stone Monkey's birth, to his cultivation for