"Monkey Brother, Master, are you both all right?"
Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong shook their heads.
"Ah, Ye Chen still hasn't woken up. Let's set up camp here and get some rest." Looking at the unconscious Ye Chen, Tang Sanzang knew he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.
He decided then and there that they would rest on the other side of the river for the night.
After patting the water off himself, Zhu Bajie got busy too, heading into the depths of the forest. He hadn't eaten a thing in ages.
Right now, his wounds and whether his stomach was empty mattered most to him.
Sand Monk also started looking around for firewood. The master and his disciples divided up the tasks clearly, leaving Ye Chen alone where they had stopped.
As Ye Chen slept, he seemed to enter some kind of fantastical space again.
He floated in a vast blue sea of stars. As one star shimmered, it seemed to carry him to an unfamiliar land.
Looking closely, he saw throngs of people moving about on the ground.
The scene shifted again, and Ye Chen found himself standing on that land.
Only now could he make out what the people really looked like. They were unlike anyone he had seen before, averaging two or three meters tall.
They were twice his height—or taller.
Apart from their blue skin, the horns on their heads were their most distinctive feature.
"Where am I?" Ye Chen murmured.
"This is my home." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him.
Ye Chen recognized the voice. Although the Demon Seed had taken control of his body, his consciousness had remained completely clear. He knew everything that had happened outside.
And this was the very Demon Seed that had just taken control of his