The Legend of Wukong: Restart the Ancient World, the Monkey King

Name: The Legend of Wukong: Restart the Ancient World, the Monkey King
Author: Soldiers Who Like To Build Walls

by Soldiers Who Like To Build Walls

ongoing Xianxia Daoist Cultivation Male Lead

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Ch. 2 — The Green Lotus Protects the Road and Suppresses Kunlun, and the Golden Stick Breaks the Tribulation and Determines the Prehistoric Times

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Journey to the West; The Great Desolate; Sun Wukong; Dark Turmoil; Three Thousand Chaos. "This 'holy' is the saint of saints." "So what if you use darkness to shatter this ancient world?" "I, Sun Wukong, will enter reincarnation again and fight again!" "Hey, where is this? Why is there such chaos? Am I not fighting against the dark chaos? Where have I been reborn?" Sun Wukong looked at the huge green lotus in front of him, among which a burly man was motionless. "How does this look so similar to Pangu!" Sun Wukong's eyes were a little straight. "It can't really be Pangu, can it? Now, will you reincarnate me back to before the beginning of the sky?" Wukong rubbed his golden eyes and flaming eyes, but he could see through the chaos and illusion. "My body?" Wukong looked at his majestic body. He could be considered an ape, but his muscles were gnarled, and he didn't look like a serious person at all. He was ten thousand feet tall, holding a big black stick in his palm, with a majestic aura of chaos, surrounded by earth, water, fire and wind, and his body was filled with a fighting aura. The power leaked out, shattering the surrounding chaos. "Demon ape, come closer!" The figure in the green lotus absorbed all the energy in an instant and turned into a figure about ten feet tall. Pointing at the Demon Ape's body, Wukong's figure turned into a three- to four-foot monkey, surrounding him. "Pangu" chuckled, but his eyes suddenly became serious, "Darkness is so rampant?" "In the end, I missed one step." He raised his eyebrows toward Wukong, and a few breaths rushed into the sea of consciousness and took root. Pangu then pushed him into a whirlpool. Wukong wanted to say something, wanted to ask, but fell into a deep sleep. "Go, you are here, the Great Desolate World will not be destroyed -"