He wore a fitted dark-gold martial outfit, and the fur covering his body was dark gold.
A faint radiance flowed through it, but even more striking were his ears.
His ears had six lobes in all, each trembling slightly, as though listening simultaneously to countless sounds from every direction.
His eyes sparkled with a lively light, holding a measure of cunning and a measure of longing.
There was also a stubbornness that refused to give up even after countless setbacks.
He walked up to Sect Master Tongtian and dropped to one knee. His voice trembled slightly, yet carried an excitement he could barely contain:
"I, Six-Eared Macaque, beg the Shangqing Saint to accept me as your disciple!"
At these words, many seekers of the Dao present drew sharp breaths.
Six-Eared Macaque was hardly an unfamiliar name in the Primordial World.
He was one of the Four Monkeys of Chaos, born adept at discerning sounds, perceiving principles, knowing what came before and after, and understanding all things.
Yet those ears of his had brought a calamity towering to the heavens upon him.
Back when Dao Ancestor Hongjun delivered his three sermons in Zixiao Palace, Six-Eared Macaque had used his innate divine ability to try to eavesdrop on the Dao Ancestor's teachings from the edge of the Primordial World.
But the moment his divine ability touched Zixiao Palace's restrictions, Dao Ancestor Hongjun detected him.
The Dao Ancestor issued an edict on the spot: "The Dao is not taught to Six-Eared."
Like a decree of heaven and earth, those words were branded directly into the depths of Six-Eared Macaque's true spirit.
They sealed off every avenue through which he could comprehend the Great Dao by listening.
From then on, Six-Eared Macaque no longer dared eavesdrop on any mighty being's teachings. His cultivation consequently