With a flash, the white light vanished.
An Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.
He was far too familiar with this feeling of "time travel"—he experienced it every time he entered or exited a mission world!
So it really is a world created by the system, and the rules defined by the system too? An Yang murmured softly, glanced at Sun Wukong, who was still standing beside him, and raised his head to look into the distance.
The scenery that met his eyes was still shrouded in immortal mist with churning seas of clouds, and the surroundings remained bone-chillingly cold. The autumn colors intertwined by red leaves and withered grass were much the same as before, and this mountain was still empty, as if they had stayed in the same spot the whole time.
Sun Wukong, however, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Five hundred years ago, Old Sun is back!"
"Wangwu Immortal Mountain five hundred years ago looks pretty much the same as five hundred years later!" An Yang smiled, then asked, "Are we heading to Flower Fruit Mountain first? Or should we first figure out the reason why the Heavenly Court and Buddhism gradually faded in later generations?"
"Let's go to Flower Fruit Mountain first," Sun Wukong said. "As for the mess stirred up by the Heavenly Court and Buddhism, I probably know a little bit, though it's very vague."
"That works too! Let's chat as we walk!"
The two of them instantly soared into the sky, leaping straight into the sea of clouds. Their figures pierced through the cold mist and thin clouds over Wangwu Immortal Mountain, vanishing in the hazy horizon in the blink of an eye as they headed east.
Sun Wukong sat lazily on a cloud, holding a banana