I just woke up and became a saint.

One voice after another rang out, not only interrupting what Yang Mei was about to say, but also attracting the attention of the two. Shi Chen and Yang Mei subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

Then, they saw a monkey with a thunder god's face looking at them with interest not far away. Behind the monkey, they could vaguely see the shadow of a majestic, magnificent, noble and immortal river gradually disappearing.

"Sun Wukong???"

When they saw the monkey, Shi Chen and Yang Mei were both shocked, their eyes almost popped out, and they exclaimed in unison.

how can that be!

This is unscientific, this is unscientific!

Isn't it the time when the Lich Tribulation hasn't even arrived yet? How could a Sun Wukong suddenly appear?!

Just look at the appearance of this monkey and the unique and famous equipment on him, they wouldn't believe it if they said it wasn't Sun Wukong!

"I originally wanted to go over there to ask for help, but I didn't expect to meet two big idiots. Funny, funny."

"Tsk tsk, with this little cultivation, you still want to dominate the prehistoric world? You still want to dominate the prehistoric world? Who gave you the courage? Two rubbish little systems? This makes me, Old Sun, laugh to death."

"This is the mythical wilderness. Do you understand what that means?"

"Oh no, according to the current era, it should be called the High-end Primordial World. You two are not here to make fun of the Primordial World, are you?"

Sun Wukong said jokingly while holding the golden cudgel.

"???"

Time.

"???"

Yang Mei.

God...mythology?

Still...still this century?

This era alone is full of high-end prehistoric things???

Although they didn't understand, they were greatly shocked and felt inexplicably awesome, and their expressions gradually froze.

Jin'ao Island.

As someone who has attained the mythical Daluo and is above the mythological system, it is the dojo of Lingbao Tianzun who can travel freely in all narrative levels.

Today's Jin'ao Island is naturally no longer what it used to be.

The high status is difficult to describe or summarize in words.

Only the supreme and the sublime can describe it.

Beyond the Tao level, beyond the nothingness level, beyond the mythological Daluo level, that is... the narrative level!

In other words, apart from Shangqing, if there is anyone else in this narrative layer that can travel between different narrative layers, it is Jinao Island.

Although the status of the mythical Honghuang is lofty, if we really want to say who has the highest status in this narrative layer, it is not the mythical Honghuang, but Jin'ao Island.

Although it is an island, its vastness and boundlessness are beyond words.

Of course, it is just a Taoist temple after all, so Shangqing did not make Jin'ao Island too big or create subordinate heavens or realities in a fancy way.

Well, the area is just as small as a top-level void-level reality.

After all, it is his temple. If it is too low, it would be a disgrace to Shangqing.

As for the fact that Jin'ao Island can travel through narrative layers, it is not because it is the Taoist temple of Shangqing and is baptized by the Taoist rhyme of Shangqing, but purely because of the definition of Shangqing.

He defined Jin'ao Island as being able to shuttle through narrative layers, meaning that Jin'ao Island is able to shuttle through narrative layers.

On this day, Jin'ao Island, which had disappeared with Shangqing's vacation, reappeared in the mythical wilderness.

To be precise, it was the projection of Jin'ao Island that appeared in the mythical wilderness.

For a moment, all the prehistoric giants felt it, and expressions of surprise appeared on their faces. Without hesitation, the giants went to Jin'ao Island to project.

The projection of Jin'ao Island looked like a real entity. Although it seemed illusory, it gave people the feeling of standing on solid ground.

And when all the prehistoric giants walked into the Biyou Palace and arrived at the main hall, in an instant, an invisible roar seemed to suddenly sound.

The next moment, all the prehistoric giants had a sense of crossing and passing through countless narrative layers.

No, to be precise, it should be called countless narrative layers...returning to their place!

Countless narrative layers overlap and countless narrative layers converge.