The Monkey paid no mind to the gazes of the several Heavenly Witches; two fangs curled from his lips, while his eyes were fixed below on Ye Jingyu, whom he had just slammed deep into the earth, occasionally shooting twin beams of sharp light downward... He certainly didn't believe a single blow from his staff could completely obliterate someone with the Chaos Body. If that were true, why would those figures above be so deeply worried...

Sure enough, only a moment later, a figure burst forth from the ground, though far more battered than before. First, his clothes were tattered, his hair utterly disheveled. Most significantly, both of his arms were slightly bent, clearly indicating fractures from absorbing that terrifying strike.

Yet, Ye Jingyu acted as if nothing were amiss. With a mighty pull of both hands, he straightened his fractured arms, and immediately, hazy gray light flashed across them, restoring the broken limbs to perfection. The Primordial Saint Body, eternal and indestructible—not only did it possess formidable defense, but its regenerative power was unparalleled...

Seeing his arms instantly healed, the Monkey grinned wider. “The Chaos Body truly lives up to its reputation as the foremost Saint Body in the Three Realms. It is said that the Pangu Saint Emperor himself reached the Other Shore relying on this powerful **.

Heh heh, Ye family boy, you are truly exceptional. When your damned ancestor first devised this perverse cultivation technique, no one believed he could cultivate a second Chaos Body; even he dared not practice it himself. Yet, unexpectedly, you actually succeeded, hahaha!

Those old fossils above must be having a terrible headache right now!” The Monkey laughed with immense satisfaction... About to strike, Ye Jingyu froze upon hearing the Monkey’s words. The Ba Yuan Jue had always been his greatest secret, known only to Liang Xiaoke as something passed down by his ancestor.

How could this monkey know of it? With this thought, Ye Jingyu unconsciously studied the Monkey's appearance again, suddenly noticing a striking resemblance to a mythological figure in his mind, especially the golden staff, upon which several ancient seal scripts were carved... The Ruyi Jingu Bang...

“Are you Sun Wukong?” Ye Jingyu asked cautiously, looking at the roaring Monkey. Hadn't all the Primordial Sages vanished? How could he appear here?

“Hahahaha, your ancestor said you knew me. At first, I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect you, brat, to actually recognize me. Correct, this Old Sun is indeed Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the Victorious Fighting Buddha...” The Monkey roared with laughter, and the golden staff in his hand dissolved into a streak of golden light, vanishing directly into his ear.

“Clack...” Astonishment caused Ye Jingyu’s jaw to dislocate. Could he truly be Sun Wukong? The renowned Sun Wukong!

How could he not recognize him? But who was this ‘your ancestor’ he mentioned? Could it be the one who taught him the Ba Yuan Jue and claimed to be his forefather?

“You know my origins?” Ye Jingyu manually reset his jaw, asking in profound surprise. “Heh heh, do you know the origin of the ring you used to wear?” Sun Wukong did not answer Ye Jingyu’s question but posed one of his own. Ye Jingyu shook his head unequivocally.

He had found that ring while cleaning his room. Although he knew it was left by an ancestor, he had no idea of its true history. “That ring is the Space-Breaking Ring left by the Pangu Saint Emperor, sealing a trace of his divine consciousness.

It was originally intended for Pangu to find a successor. Fortunately, your ancestor obtained this ring, but that fellow seemed to be someone who evaded responsibility. Although he created the self-mutilating, perverse mental art of the Ba Yuan Jue guided by that divine consciousness, he refused to practice it.

Instead, he sealed a sliver of his true spirit, this cultivation method, and some other items within the ring, then used supreme power to send your soul tens of thousands of years into the future to the Dou Hun Continent. You must know the origin of the Dou Hun Continent—ultimately, it’s Earth in a different guise, which we call Source Star, sending you away to avoid that Great Tribulation...” Sun Wukong said with a smile. “Great Tribulation?” Ye Jingyu started.

What Great Tribulation? “Indeed. A Great Tribulation that swept across the entire Immortal Realm, one that nearly wiped out every immortal in existence...” As he spoke of this, a trace of sorrow crossed the Monkey’s eyes.

“Ah? What kind of Great Tribulation was it that could be so severe?” The disappearance of the Primordial Sages had always puzzled Ye Jingyu. Especially the scattered magical artifacts—their owners were figures renowned throughout the Three Realms.

Ye Jingyu had always wondered why they were left behind, and now it seemed the reason might be the downfall of those great figures... “The Other Shore!” “The Other Shore?” “Precisely, the Other Shore that the Pangu Saint Emperor reached. The world believes Pangu Saint Emperor perished after creating heaven and earth, but they are mistaken.

Pangu Saint Emperor possessed the Chaos Body—that peerless battle physique, never to be destroyed. How could he perish? His act of creation earned him immense merit, which can also be understood as the power of Will/Thought.

Relying on this vast merit and his formidable Chaos Body, Pangu Saint Emperor successfully reached the Other Shore... The Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Pangu Saint Emperor were contemporaries. Seeing Pangu reach the Other Shore, how could Hongjun accept it?

To reach the Other Shore himself, he essentially took control of the Heaven and Earth Pangu created, becoming the master of the Heavenly Dao, continuously absorbing the power of Will from all living beings in the cosmos. Finally, his power of Will was sufficient, but he lacked Pangu Saint Emperor's formidable Chaos Body. To reach the Other Shore, he decided to build the Bridge to the Other Shore.

For this reason, countless heavenly soldiers, generals, star lords, and sages from the Ancient Heavenly Court all journeyed to the Primordial Realm to construct this bridge. It was a massive undertaking; countless Sages perished during it... Finally, this Bridge to the Other Shore was completed, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun successfully arrived at the Other Shore, after which the bridge vanished...

The Primordial Heavenly Court was utterly destroyed; almost every immortal save for a few immensely powerful ones was annihilated...” Sun Wukong’s eyes flickered with faint regret as he finished. Was sacrificing so many people truly worth one person’s **? “Then what exactly is the Other Shore?” Ye Jingyu finally understood why the Primordial Sages had vanished, but he still didn't know what the Other Shore was.

“The Other Shore? I don’t know either. I suspect those figures above don't fully grasp it either.

Perhaps you will understand!” Sun Wukong glanced at Ye Jingyu as he spoke; after all, Ye Jingyu was the successor of the Pangu Saint Emperor... “Uh...” Ye Jingyu understood that only two people had reached this Other Shore so far. Even though Sun Wukong was powerful, it wasn't surprising he hadn't reached that realm yet.

Still, he asked the last question burning in his mind. “Then what is the name of my ancestor?” This had been a persistent query since he began cultivating the Ba Yuan Jue... Sun Wukong gazed upward, a smile touching his lips, and slowly uttered a few words: “Ye—Xing—Chen!”