Human Brain Farm

"Yes."

Li Shimin walked out of Chang'an City and instantly arrived, through a teleportation, at the Purple Cloud Palace where the Saint resided.

He looked around at the ruins, desolate, with not even a few Daoist children, and couldn't help but feel astonished, "Why is it so desolate?"

He didn't have the qualification to meet the Primordial Chaos Saint directly, so he wrote down everything that had happened over the years in a letter and then sent it into the Daoist Palace, to report to the Celestial Dao.

Shortly after, a child came out, "You may leave now."

"Yes." Li Shimin nodded, then followed the child out of the Daoist Palace, cautiously asking, "May I ask, has the Celestial Court been closed... due to a great war?"

"That is not something you need to know." The Daoist child replied coldly.

Li Shimin was unwilling, but he could only return to the Mortal Realm.

In the Daoist Palace, Saints were seated, communicating with Hongjun in the center.

"A great war, our place is in ruins, indeed it needs to be rebuilt."

"Exactly."

...

They had begun entering the dream, and rationalizing the worldview.

They believed they had suffered a great war.

After all, the Celestial Court before their eyes, the Buddhist realms, indeed any place, was hastily created.

There was no substance or energy, extremely impoverished, indeed a "land of ruins."

Even the "Saints" dreaming before their eyes were in an extremely weak state, after all, these ancient beings that had been asleep for countless years were naturally in a very weak shape, brutally suppressed by the reality universe.

The fact that they arrived in this newborn universe meant they had returned to their homeland.

Right now, they needed to recover their abilities and rebuild the lands everywhere.

"Nonetheless, in our absence, they indeed mingled with the branch of the Sen Civilization?"

"Let them be, what does it matter to us, Emperor Tang's intention is to rebel against the Celestial Court... what does the Celestial Court have to do with us? Each generation's Human Emperor is like this, full of vitality."

They were already Celestial Dao Saints, beings harmonized with the Cosmic Celestial Dao, exalted above, naturally eschewing karma, paying no heed to the various changes in the Mortal Realm.

Even the Celestial Court, and even the Buddhist realms of the Western Land, these forces seemed to be teaching orders of their side Saints, but essentially they were just pawns they casually placed, merely contests among Saints.

"And the Sen Civilization, it's just a small maneuver we did back then... spread across various universes, providing pinpoint resources for our Primordial Chaos Universe."

Clearly, they had rationalized the memory.

The fishing grounds of the Sen Civilization were indeed crafted by them for gathering energy, now rationalized as being crafted for the Primordial Chaos Universe.

These were the methods of the Primordial Chaos Saints.

They sowed ultra-advanced civilization technology, continuously ensuring that civilizations would form resources to provide energy for the growth of their universe.

After all, even in dreams, the learning abilities and even the contingencies left behind mostly inherited, and they remembered the contingencies left for the Sen Civilization.

"Next, we expand our Primordial Chaos Universe, waging war against the Outer Celestial Demons... absorbing outside matter into our Primordial Chaos Universe."

"This is a very simple task, just a low-level, extremely low upper limit Desolate Earth Cosmos, our Primordial Chaos Universe is the real new world."

Their voices were extremely cold and emotionless.

Their original forms were inherently the most terrifying existence of the universe, once the strongest victors overthrowing the Bo'er Civilization.

Arriving at the Primordial Chaos Universe now, it had become their home, they had also found a new habitable universe, naturally still the strongest.

The outside civilizations, in their eyes, were merely as low as dirt-chicken civilizations!

They could be easily destroyed!

Overall, the previous Primordial Chaos Universe, only a shell, now with the entrance of these monsters, had leaped to become the ultimate civilization surpassing the entire reality universe.

The Primordial Chaos Universe, the highest civilization of the universe, had finally started to live up to its name.

Because it had already turned into yet another complete continuation of the "Bo'er Civilization."

"Yes, we are already the strongest in the universe, yet there's always a feeling that something is forgotten..."

"Pangu..."

"Indeed, a vague feeling..."

...

Quickly, time flew by, and several years passed.

In secret observation, Zhu Zhengwei noted that after the birth of the Saints, everything seemed very calm.

Those strong entities from the Dark Side moved into their "Primordial Chaos Universe," successfully in dream, busy developing their forces, while the Celestial Court, the Underworld, and various places were in a frenzy of rebuilding... developing vigorously, completely ignoring him.

"It seems that these guys, who killed the predecessors... indeed are unaware of my existence."

Zhu Zhengwei breathed a sigh of relief and added, "Even though they shamelessly didn't say a word, forcibly moved into my home, built high-rises, and still looked like they would beat me to death... they have indeed forgotten my existence."

He was deeply worried.

Being discovered would undoubtedly be a dead end, easier than crushing an ant by ten thousand times.

However, a possibly comforting development might have occurred.

The Yin and Yang ratio was too disproportionate!

The huge Dark Side Cosmos, and the Yang Side Cosmos small as a grain... like a stone thrown into the ocean after the imbalance, making it more difficult to find himself!

He could survive even better.

"This is the only good news," he thought to himself.

While the Saints ignored the affairs of the Mortal Realm, he seemed unchanged, thus he planned to act as if they didn't exist, continuing his work.

According to Primordial Chaos settings, the Saints wouldn't meddle in Mortal Realm karma, for tens of thousands or even billions of years, they wouldn't necessarily move a bit...

If they were indeed the Dark Side enemies of former beings, they certainly would have lived for billions of years, tens of billions of years, hardly moving, unlikely to easily manage the small ants of the Mortal Realm.

"Hmm, won't mind them, first focus on dealing with Sun Wukong."

"However, now that the Saints have appeared, with higher-level maps emerging, my plans need to change a bit."

...

Wuzhuang Temple, outskirts area.

Here was already quite a distance from Wuzhuang Temple.

Amid lush green hills and countless wild beasts.

"Wukong, why do you walk so fast, without bidding farewell to those two children of the Daoist Temple..." said a handsome monk clad in white, riding a white horse.

"Master, you've said it a hundred times, I have already bid farewell on your behalf with my senior elder brother." A hideous pig-headed man, plump and nervous.

After all, he and his elder brother had knocked over the Ginseng Fruit Tree and fled, the master was unaware.

Zhu Bajie was somewhat timid, "Master, master, why are you in a hurry, we have bid farewell, don't dwell on these matters anymore."

"Sigh, I always feel you have matters hidden from me." The white-clad monk said, "I understand you, seeing your demeanors, afraid you're up to mischief again."

Their group escorted Tang Sanzang, continuing on the road.

But in the next second, as they continued walking through the mountains, they saw an immortal in a dao robe, with a tear mole on the face, suddenly appear in front, sitting quietly in a small roadside pavilion, waiting for them.