More than nine hundred years ago.

Beimang Barren Hills, Ailao Mountain.

The moon is hanging high in the sky, and the bright moonlight is like a flash of white, splashing in the deep mountains and swamps.

"roar……"

"roar……"

"roar……"

Waves of low shouts came from the mountains, revealing a hint of awe and excitement.

The demonic energy rising into the sky is like a dark cloud, covering up the bright moon.

In the mountain, a wild fire illuminates the altar, and a black iron rod is stuck in the center. It is rusty and covered with green moss, showing the vicissitudes of time.

At this moment, a group of monkey demons surrounded the altar, worshiping the black iron rod.

"Sister, why do you want to worship that black stick? It looks so ordinary."

In the last row of the monkey group, a little macaque shook his head and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Next to it, a snow-white macaque quickly covered the little macaque's mouth and made a silent gesture.

"That is a sacred object passed down from generation to generation in our family. It is said that it was dug out of the ground and is older than the days of Beimang's Hundred Thousand Barren Hills..."

As he spoke, the snow-white macaque's eyes narrowed and he looked at the black iron rod on the altar, showing incomparable piety and awe.

"It is not ordinary, it just fell asleep... The ancestors once said that in future generations, there will be monkeys who can get the recognition of this sacred object and let it wake up and recognize its owner..."

"roar……"

"roar……"

"roar……"

At this moment, the demonic energy boiled, and everyone in the monkey clan became excited. An adult monkey was escorted to the altar. Immediately afterwards, an old monkey demon raised a scimitar and dropped it in front of everyone.

Then, he cut off the head of the monkey, and the scarlet blood flowed to the black iron rod.

This is the tradition of the Ailao Mountains, sacrificing sacred objects with the lives and blood of the tribesmen.

However, passed down from generation to generation, the black iron rod remains indifferent, and tonight is no exception.

"Don't dare to look!"

The little macaque covered his eyes.

"One day, if the sacred object can be awakened, there will be no need to sacrifice..." The snow-white macaque looked at the black iron rod and murmured.

"Sister, I went to the back mountain again yesterday and heard that sound again..."

At this moment, the little macaque lowered his head and covered his eyes.

"Huh!? Didn't I tell you not to think too much?" The snow-white macaque frowned and lowered his voice.

"You just have too many thoughts, so you hear sounds that aren't there."

"Xiao Liu, get rid of distracting thoughts. Only when the six roots are pure can you improve your magic skills... If you act like this, I'm afraid you will always be at the bottom of the clan."

"But..." The little macaque knew that even his sister would not believe it, but he still tried his best to defend himself.

"It's different this time. In addition to the monkey's cry, I also heard other sounds...The monkey seemed to be saying...Mo Fa...Jin Ao...Zhu Xian..."

The little macaque tilted its head and approached the snow-white macaque: "And... I saw that monkey in the lake in the back mountain. Its eyes were golden..."

"Okay... stop talking nonsense..."

The snow-white macaque suddenly gave the little macaque a brain-destroying blow, and warned him severely: "If you say these strange words again, I will throw you into the Peach-free Valley."

"As long as you threaten me...well, I won't say anything..."

The little macaque pouted and lowered his head with an aggrieved look on his face.

Late at night, the huge altar was empty. Only the little macaque was squatting beside the altar, looking at the black iron rod that stood there for a long time.

"I heard the monkey barking again, but no one believed me..."

The little macaque held his chin and said helplessly: "Those voices are always lingering in my head... Is this the reason why I have no talent in practice?"

"It should get better as you grow older."

The little macaque comforted itself, stood up unsteadily, and left on its own.

Under the bright moonlight, the quiet black iron rod had a strange luster, which was fleeting and difficult to detect.

There is no time in the mountains, and the barren hills of Beimang are full of killings. The way of cultivation is to compete with heaven for fate, and the competition between monsters and ghosts is natural selection.

The little macaque could no longer remember how many great sacrifices the clan had held. He witnessed his friend's head being beheaded and sacrificed to the black iron rod, but there was still no movement from the latter.

His cultivation is still as good as before, his progress is slow, and he is regarded as the least talented monkey in the clan.

The lake in the back mountain still attracted him, and the sounds he heard became more and more frequent every day. He seemed to hear a monkey chanting sutras and teaching the Dharma.

The obscure method was so mysterious that the little macaque spent all his thoughts on it every day. Listening to the strange sound, the special method was deduced in his mind countless times.

This made his spirit become even more depressed.

The snow-white macaque saw it in his eyes and felt quite distressed. He warned again that if the six roots are impure, listening to the music and thinking about it will give rise to inner demons, which is detrimental to spiritual practice.

The little macaque had heard this warning so many times, and naturally turned a deaf ear to it.

Until one day, the snow-white macaque was carried back by the same people, and one of her eyes and arms were left outside and became the treasure of the great demon outside Ailao Mountain.

That day, the little macaque came to the back mountain lake alone. He stood there for a long time and actually cut off both of his ears.

He didn't know the age in the mountain, but only now did he realize that he should have grown up.

From that day on, the little macaque never said a word again and concentrated on practicing. The strange thing was that the method he practiced was not from the Ailao Mountain lineage.

On this day, the moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight was like a little macaque seeing a big sacrifice in the clan for the first time.

On the altar, the mutilated snow-white macaque was brought up by the old monkey in the tribe.

Originally, tonight's sacrifice was supposed to be her brother, but she was dead, her body was disabled, and she could no longer contribute to the clan.

She became a sacrifice, and her last remaining light swept across the group of monkeys, but she didn't see that familiar figure.

Pfft...

He raised the knife and dropped it, and a snow-white head rolled to the ground with only one eye. Scarlet blood flowed to the black iron rod. The latter remained motionless and still did not respond at all.

"Ahhhh..."

At this moment, a roar like a wild beast came from the distance, and all the monkey monsters stepped aside and looked towards it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The little macaque came belatedly. He gave up his ears and went to practice in the mountains. He had never heard of tonight's big sacrifice, but when he saw the star that had already lost its life

On his head, his scarlet eyes gradually turned black.

He roared like a wild beast and ran towards the altar like crazy.

The surrounding monkeys had their mouths open, not knowing what they were saying, but their expressions were full of reproach, scolding and disgust.

"How dare you disrupt the clan's grand ceremony!?"

"Get down quickly!"

"You should have been the one to sacrifice..."

Suddenly, the surrounding sounds became extremely clear, clearer than ever.

At this time, no one noticed that the side of the little macaque's face was covered with fluff, and six ears were slowly growing out.

At this moment, his hearing was restored and became extremely clear.

Not only did he hear the furious roars of his tribe, but after many years, he once again heard the sound coming from the lake in the back mountain.

This time, the sound seemed to be beside him, and even through the sound, the little macaque saw various pictures outside of that independent time and space.

A golden ape rises up and stands in the sky, frightening the immortal gods. He performs wonderful magic, explores changes, and shakes the starry sky and the universe.

"I should have heard it earlier...you are me...I am you..."

"It would have been different if I had heard it earlier..."

"Abominable fate!"

The little macaque murmured softly. He cried and laughed sometimes, as if he was crazy.

At this moment, the old monkey in the clan became unhappy and walked towards him with a scimitar in hand.

Buzz…

Almost at the same moment, a wisp of black energy emanated from the little macaque's body, as if it were invaded by night, directly taking away the old monkey's life. The latter's body trembled and turned into ashes.

"He...he..."

Suddenly, the entire group screamed. At this moment, the monkeys saw that the little macaque had already grasped the black iron rod beside him. It had been dusty for a long time and was silent... but at this moment, something strange happened.

Streams of bright light instantly penetrated the black iron rod, and a terrifying aura rose into the sky, like a great demon coming into the world, almost flattening Ailao Mountain.
To be continued...