Master Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the wretched Wuzhiqi before him.
He was one of the Four Monkeys of Chaos, a demon king of his generation. How had he fallen into such a state?
Then again, it made sense. He had been imprisoned beneath the Huai River for who knew how many years, unable to move, keeping company with nothing but filthy water every day. No one could have endured that.
For some reason, Master Tongtian thought of Nether River and Bai Ze again.
They had been suppressed by Hongjun. If no one rescued them in time, would they end up like this as well?
Once this matter was settled, he needed to find Uncle and rescue them as soon as possible.
After gathering his thoughts, Tongtian looked at Wuzhiqi and slowly said, "The Red Butt Horse Monkey knows Yin Yang, understands human affairs, excels at coming and going, and can escape death and extend life."
Wuzhiqi's pupils contracted sharply. A chill flashed through his eyes as he screeched, "You... you... why do you know my true identity?!"
The identity of the Four Monkeys of Chaos was both a blessing and a burden.
The Four Monkeys of Chaos possessed one of the greatest origins in heaven and earth. After all, they had been born from the divided Chaos Demon Ape, not inferior in the least to many Innate Sacred beings of the Primordial World.
Each of the Four Monkeys of Chaos also possessed an Innate Skill from birth, which was undoubtedly a good thing for them.
Yet that very identity could also bring calamity upon them.
When virtue did not match one's position, disaster was bound to follow.
While they were still weak, their Innate Skills would inevitably attract covetous eyes and bring lethal disaster