Sun Wukong's divine soul soared in a vast Totem world.

This was a perfect world with high mountains, canyons, boundless oceans, and vast endless lands.

In this limitless world, he was as insignificant as a speck in the vast sea.

But everything in this world was transformed by Totems.

Totems are a kind of script that can create everything.

The world they create is a reflection of the Hongmeng World.

Sun Wukong soared in the sky, his 72 Transformations as easy as breathing, now becoming birds, now beasts, now diving into the sea...

With each transformation, a Totem appeared on Sun Wukong.

And each Totem had its special meaning.

Through the 72 Transformations, Sun Wukong learned the meaning of those Totems and understood the stories of the lost world in ways others could never fathom.

Everything in this world was not still but flowing.

The world was transient, realms were about position; it was a true world.

Sun Wukong felt the vicissitudes of life within this world, witnessing all things being born, flourishing, racing forward without stopping.

An immense wave of emotions flooded Sun Wukong's heart - warmth, fervor, and something transcendent.

What he was searching for was right ahead.

Sun Wukong kept flying, kept learning, and finally... he reached the center of this world.

Here was a realm of misty clouds, countless Totems hidden within, flitting close and far, appearing and disappearing; without exceptional talents, it was impossible to reach this place.

Sun Wukong stepped into the mist, looked for a long time, and then sat down cross-legged.

He stopped exploring this world and began to encompass and understand the Hongmeng World behind those Totems, then gradually came to know everything.

In the Heavenly Court, the chanting of Buddha resonated within the palaces, with a rain of flowers falling all around.

Ao Luan, in the midst of her busy work, felt a sudden movement in her heart and stopped what she was doing.

She walked out of the palace, looking up to see Sun Wukong sitting under the Bodhi Tree, surrounded by Totems as if he possessed supreme majesty.

Every Star Palace could see those Totems.

Sun Wukong had been sitting for seven days and nights, and from the third day, more and more Totems began to revolve around him.

His aura became more lofty and unreachable, and occasionally Totems would burst around him, transforming into a vast radiance that scattered in all directions.

Chaos surrounded them, aside from Buddha's chanting, tranquility reigned.

Ao Luan felt that Sun Wukong was about to awaken.

And sure enough, shortly after she looked up, two brilliant lights suddenly appeared in the center of the Chaos, streaking across the void like dazzling divine rainbows.

"Brother has exited his meditation."

Ao Luan smiled: "That's the light in his eyes."

"Eyes?"

Emperor Yao, following behind her, was startled: "His eyes have such Divine Skills?"

Those twin divine rainbows were no ordinary spell, even impacting him, he might not be able to withstand it.

"Why didn't he use this move to fight me before?"

Emperor Yao looked towards the void: "Is he belittling me?"

He still held some grudges about their previous battle.

Ao Luan paid no mind to him and happily flew towards the Chaos.

Under the Bodhi Tree, Sun Wukong opened his eyes, his pupils clear as polished glass, the golden flames burning inside them plainly visible.

"You've grown stronger again."

Buddha ceased his chanting and looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's eyes were bright, his golden armor impeccable, radiating supreme elegance.

After standing up, he looked behind him where a phantom was gradually fading away.

"Thank you."

Sun Wukong spoke.

The phantom shook its head and disappeared.

"Is there a possibility for him to revive?"

Buddha approached and asked Sun Wukong.

"Yes."

Sun Wukong looked at the Bodhi Tree: "As long as the Tao is undying, he has the possibility of revival."

Buddha revealed a smile, then asked, "Have you discovered the ultimate truth of Chaos?"

Sun Wukong nodded, stretched out his hand, and a seemingly transparent egg rose in his palm, like a flower in a mirror, not revealing the slightest energy.

Buddha looked at it and then extended his hand, his palm passing through the egg without touching anything.

"The Void."

Buddha, as if enlightened, said: "So, that realm is what Hongmeng has but Chaos lacks."

"Its real name is not the Void."

Sun Wukong put away the egg, saying: "That is the Source Realm."

The Source Realm, where all spirits converge, in the Chaos all people, birds, beasts, insects, fish, flowers, plants, trees, stones, and so on, all things have spirits.

"The Source Realm is the space of the True Spirits of all beings, manifested by their Willpower."

Sun Wukong explained.

"Willpower?"

Buddha frowned slightly: "Is it the Willpower we speak of?"

"Yes."

Sun Wukong nodded: "In the current Chaos, Willpower cannot reach the Source Realm."

He learned of Willpower in the Totem world, and many questions in his heart were answered.

For example, Merit – why, without cultivating, Merit can turn one into an Immortal; why offerings can let Heavenly Immortals live as long as the heavens and ward off all evils.

Sun Wukong once asked Lord Lao Zi these questions, and even Lord Lao Zi had no answers, stating it was a predestined law since ancient times.

But now Sun Wukong understood.

Whether it was Merit or offerings, they were both manifestations of Willpower.

Willpower, the supremely exalted force of Chaos, is the never-ending source of life.

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