"Have you forgotten? Back in Ding Star Realm, we robbed the Demon Roc Race and the others together..."
Ao Wushuang stepped onto the land of Ding Star Realm. As he walked, he used supreme magical power to trace back the causal scenes of his past.
In those scenes, another girl who looked exactly like the heart-ape fled alongside Ao Wushuang.
Taking her with him, Ao Wushuang escaped one calamity after another. Everywhere they passed, all that remained was the ashes of tribulation...
"Impure soul!"
But in Ao Wushuang's Dao Landscape, the girl in black—the heart-ape of the Lone One—spoke coldly.
She was like a cold, indifferent stone. No matter how vivid the scenes of the past, they stirred not the slightest emotion in her.
Yet Ao Wushuang didn't show the slightest discouragement.
"I'll make you find yourself again..."
He murmured to himself!
Back when he'd faced that sinister Small Mountain Village, Ao Wushuang hadn't been afraid. He'd even sworn, "Though Ao is but one household, if the village falls, Ao falls with it."
Now... even if the little monkey truly had been corrupted by darkness, he would still fight the darkness... head-on.
He continued onward, following the roads of old.
He reached the ghostly domain of the past, now transformed into a pure land teeming with life. The boundless ghosts no longer wandered among the living.
He arrived at the former Brahma Land, where a great battle had once taken place. The people of Small Mountain Village had attacked it and slain Brahma Ancestor, the greatest power in the Divine Realm.
It was here, too, that Zhe Xingsun, a peerless expert of the Six-Eared Macaque Race, had been rescued.
Though he had become a Supreme and could reach anywhere between heaven and earth with a single thought, Ao Wushuang