Tathagata Must Be Defeated - Vol 2 Chapter 171: : The Art of Creation

Zhenyuan Daxian came to the gate of Xiande Palace and stopped.

“Should I go back to Wuzhuang to pick some ginseng fruit …”

He thought so, and wanted to apologize for the past, but he was a bit reluctant. After all, there were not many ginseng fruits left.

When he was in trouble, the quiet and peaceful gods were out.

“Daxian, you’re finally here.”

They arched their hands and said, “Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time.”

Zhenyuan Daxian sighed, flicked his long sleeves, and stepped into the Xiande Palace.

He has been hiding from Sun Wukong since the battle in Heaven, but this time he had to meet.

Zhenyuan Daxian walked into Xiande Palace and saw Sun Wukong squatting on the ground, writing something on the ground

This sight is strange.

Zhenyuan Daxian forgot about his worries, and walked over and looked up with interest.

“what are you writing?”

He looked for a while, but didn’t understand what Sun Wukong was writing.

“The composition of the last piece of great land.”

Sun Wukong replied: “I’ve seen that land, and try to write it in all kinds of words.”

Zhenyuan Taixian became more and more curious. When he saw that Sun Wukong had written all over the place, he went to the source and looked carefully.

The composition of the Hongmeng Earth is very complicated. After looking at it several times, Zhenyuan Daxian barely understood something.

“This world is really complicated.”

His eyes were tired, and he said, “It’s a good way to explain it with all things, but is it really effective?”

Zhenyuan Daxian noticed that Sun Wukong wrote the composition of the earth. He knew that Sun Wukong wanted to imitate the land of Hongmeng and create a shell that opened the sky axe. The idea is good, but is it really feasible?

“That axe was born before Pangu Kaitian, not a product of Hongmeng World.”

Zhenyuan Taixian asked: “Even if we recreate Hongmeng, we may not create the shell that opens the axe.”

“Yes.”

Sun Wukong replied: “When the axe opened up Hongmeng, it was already integrated with the world of Hongmeng. After undergoing a rebuilding, as long as the land of Hongmeng was simulated, it could be realized in the mask.”

“Even so, we are not creating real honmeng.”

Zhenyuan Daxian shook his head and said, “After the Kaitian axe has been realized, I am afraid it cannot be used often?”

“Once, once the shell is used, it will shatter.”

Sun Wukong had long expected.

But he was not worried at all.

“We only need to use it once.”

Sun Wukong finally wrote the composition of Hongmeng Earth. He stood up and waved his hand, and the words on the ground floated like the stars in the sky. He was taken up by the invisible scroll and turned into an entity.

Sun Wukong handed the scroll to Zhenyuan Daxian: “Take it and study it with the cents.”

Zhenyuan Daxian nodded and pulled away the scroll. The scroll didn’t look very big, but when he opened it, it was very long.

“Baby used only once, it’s so complicated.”

Zhenyuan Taixian sighed.

Sun Wukong smiled: “If you don’t want to do it, I’ll ask the ancestor to help.”

“Let me do it!”

Zhenyuan Daxian put away the scroll and said, “This is what I am good at.”

He then talked to Sun Wukong for some details and sat in Xiande Palace for a long time before leaving.

Two days later, Zhenyuan Daxian sent spider spirits to inform Sun Wukong that he had started to build the Hongmeng Small World.

Sun Wukong decided to take a look.

He lifted the birdcage, took the spider spirits to soar in the clouds, and flew to the West Sea.

The construction sites of the small world are distributed on four continents, all in sparsely populated places. The first thing that started was a desert near the West Sea.

When Sun Wukong arrived, not many creatures in the desert had been taken away by Zhenyuan Daxian in his sleeves.

As soon as he arrived, he saw more than a dozen immortals flying in the sky, each exhibiting magical powers and moving to fill the land.

Here, an immortal pinched a mound in the palm of his hand and threw it away, and immediately a mountain peak fell to the ground, as if it had taken root, spread rapidly, and turned into a vast mountain.

Over there, someone threw a scroll in their hands, covering the mountains, and flowers and trees stood up.

“During the time I left, Tiandao actually improved so much.”

Sun Wukong showed surprise.

Before he left the Three Realms, although the immortals could move mountains and reclaim the sea, they could not do so easily.

Now their spiritual path is very natural, and the mountains and rivers are changing rapidly.

“The aura of the Three Realms is strong.”

The spiders told Sun Wukong: “Everyone’s spells have become more powerful.”

“But there are more problems.”

They shouted: “A lot of things happen every day.”

“Sister Tiandao has been too busy to talk over the years.”

“So …”

The joy in Sun Wukong’s eyes diminished.

He left for too long, and the system design of the Three Realms could not keep up with the development of heaven.

Maybe we have to make another change.

Sun Wu thought in the hollow and remembered it.

Soon, he saw that the Shui Dexing Palace filled with water, sprinkled on the ground, and made rivers in the mountains.

In a blink of an eye, a new piece of land was completed, tree-lined and full of vitality.

“What do you think of this land?”

Monkey King asks the crow in the birdcage.

“It won’t work, it’s a mess.”

The crow looked at the mountains in the cage: “Although your creation is powerful, it has shapes, and the land you create is no different from other places.

Sun Wukong nodded: “I think so.”

But he believed that Zhenyuan Daxian must have his own arrangements.