The place watered by a Primordial Emperor's blood was filled with many strange ancient-tree domains. A figure in a black-and-yellow imperial robe, its face hidden behind a bead curtain, appeared without a sound or sign and quietly watched him. Even though Sha Wujing had become a legend and experienced the great events of the Journey to the West, he still felt a chill run down his spine. The treasure staff in his hand rang with interlaced Copper Rings, coiling around his body and transforming into a true dragon that isolated a self-contained world.
Just then, the Emperor's figure suddenly took one step forward. Through the bead curtain, its eyes flickered with a faint light.
Before Sha Wujing could even turn the thought over in his mind, his Spiritual Sense grew strangely blurred. His body, the heavens and earth, and even his treasure staff were inexplicably compressed, instantly becoming a thin Paper Figure, like a meticulous realistic painting. Similar paintings layered one over another, each depicting one of his projections in a different universe. They overlapped, like a comic book.
The comic book continued collapsing. The Paper Figure-like forms were kneaded into lumps, condensing into huge characters that surged like flowing water toward that ancient and eerie Emperor. They fell into his palm and merged into an ordinary book.
The cover of the book bore a name composed of four golden characters like glazed glass:
"Sha Wujing Biography!"
In just a few moments, a legendary Great Power had turned into a book recording his life and the lives of his Other Self projections!
The Fusang Ancient Tree domain was truly strange and horrifying!
All of a sudden, the book inexplicably began to glow. It turned its pages by itself with a rustling sound, reaching the section about Spirit Mountain. The four