Fatty Hai opened his eyes and found himself trapped inside a golden circle.
Beyond the circle seemed to lie an endless chaos.
He could not see clearly.
His body.
Could not move.
Even twitching a finger took tremendous effort, yet his mind was astonishingly active. Fatty Hai could even recall the embarrassment of wetting the bed as a child. This was far too strange. Hadn't he already died? Hadn't he sacrificed everything, paid with his life to bear the power of destiny for Yue Yang, and then turned into nothingness? ...
Why... did he seem to still be alive?
Just as he was racking his brains without finding an answer, the pressure on his body suddenly vanished. The golden circle shattered like an eggshell, and his cumbersome body, suddenly freed from restraint, fell out with a smack onto a strange continent that was neither cloud nor mist. Here, the bright sky was slightly more transparent, but it differed little from the ground; both remained in the same state of chaos, remarkably like the legendary primordial spectacle from before heaven and earth had been divided.
"Where is this? Hey, I'm not dead—I, I really am not dead!" Fatty Hai first raised his hands and examined them for a long while. Then he gave his cheek a vicious pinch. The pain was unbearable, and joy and shock instantly flooded him. Unable to restrain himself, he opened that uniquely ruined throat of his and shouted.
"They say good people never live long, while rotten people never die. Turns out that's absolutely true!" A voice sounded beside him. It belonged to none other than his mortal enemy, Ye Kong. ...
"Monkey, you're not dead either?" Fatty Hai turned around, then happily rushed over and threw his arms around Ye Kong.
He realized.
He had