Above the Vast Ocean, there lies a flat boat.
In the eternal years, a young girl curls up inside the flat boat, deeply asleep, her breath as light as feathers, dispersing in the Blood Sea.
A surge of chaotic flow disrupted her breath.
She rubbed her eyes and propped herself up on the boat to look out.
In the midst of the Endless Blood Sea, a faint yet resilient speck of dust, like a golden sword light piercing through the sea surface, charged into this eternal Holy Land.
"Here it comes—"
Sun Wukong heard a joyful cry.
But he had no time to ponder, as in the moment of breaking through the Blood Sea, countless scenes surged toward him.
The earth, the sky, the Three Realms, Chaos, and the countless lives and souls of past and future—
Countless temporal and spatial scenes merged into his view in an instant.
He seemed to see everything in the Chaos World, past and future, time and space.
Everything presented in its truest form before his eyes, then swallowed by a sea of blood.
