A peaceful summer.
The sky was dotted with stars.
In his study, Chen Luo wrote furiously. Streams of the Power of Evolution spilled from his soul, passed through the tip of his brush, and fell upon the Elegant Script beneath it.
Many events with far-reaching consequences, when we looked back on them, had truly begun with nothing more than some inadvertent little matter or person.
As the saying went, the wind rose at the end of the duckweed, and waves took shape amid tiny ripples.
For example, there was an Immortal Elder in the Heavenly Court named Xu Jingyang.
Unable to stand Sun Wukong idling about in the Heavenly Court, Xu Jingyang earnestly reported to the Jade Emperor during morning court one day, "There is now a Great Sage Equal to Heaven who wanders about with nothing to do, befriends all the stars and spirits of Heaven, and calls them friends regardless of rank. I fear trouble may arise from his idleness. Why not assign him some duty to manage, so as to prevent further complications?"
The Jade Emperor readily accepted the suggestion. He summoned Sun Wukong and spoke the words he would later regret beyond measure: "I see that you have nothing to occupy you. I will give you an office. For now, take charge of the Peach Garden, and be diligent in tending to it morning and evening."
The Southern Wilderness, Wutong Forest.
Just as Chen Luo continued writing without pause, Azure Dragon Emperor, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
"Hm?"
Azure Dragon Emperor turned his head and looked at his right hand, which had become a branch after its source qi was stripped away. His brows furrowed.
"What did that child write with his wooden body?"
At that moment, Chen