Chapter 1443: Chapter 893: The End

The Stone Monkey waved his hands, and a mysterious Rune appeared on the forehead of the Six-Eared Macaque, merging into its body in an instant.

These were the incantations and profound meanings of the Seventy-two Transformations, containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, not something that ordinary people could comprehend.

Of course, he wouldn’t teach it to ordinary people either.

This was something only the Spiritual Monkey clan could truly understand.

“Thank you, Master,” the little Six-Eared again sincerely expressed his gratitude, then excitedly introspected, examining himself.

After receiving the incantations and profound meanings of the Seventy-two Transformations from the Stone Monkey, the little Six-Eared devoted himself to his cultivation, his spirit sinking into those mystical incantations. The incantations flowed like a gentle stream.

As one of the Four Great Spiritual Monkeys, and comparable to the Heaven Mending Stone, the Six-Eared Macaque began to emit bursts of rosy light and the Rune of Tao Rhyme in just a short period of time.

The little Six-Eared pondered deeply, only feeling warm currents rising from his dantian, traveling along the extraordinary meridians throughout his body, nourishing every inch of his skin, every bone in his body. It turns out he had already entered the threshold of mastery.

In Journey to the West, the main purpose of the Seventy-two Transformations was to avoid the harm brought by the disasters of Heavenly Thunder, yin fire, and violent wind, in order to achieve immortality. Of course, the Seventy-two Transformations are not the same now; after all, in The End of The Heavens Trilogy, there is no need to escape these calamities. As long as one steps into the Immortal Domain, immortality can be achieved.

However, although the application is different, the specific content of the Seventy-two Transformations hasn’t changed much,

Exploring the obscure, expelling spirits, carrying mountains, restraining water, borrowing wind, laying fog, praying for sunshine, praying for rain, able to ascend on clouds or shrink the land. With a point of the finger, mountains split and walls shatter; with a breath, stones move and sand flies, concealing forms and changing appearances, nothing beyond this.

“Exploring the obscure…” he muttered softly, the first word of the incantation like a mysterious key, opening the door to a dark world. Little Six-Eared felt darkness before his eyes, then brightness, as if he was in an ethereal space, surrounded by Chaos Qi, yet able to clearly sense the flow of every wisp of breath. This was the state of Exploring the Obscure, able to see the essence of all things in the world and also to conceal one’s form in invisibility.

“Expelling spirits…” As the incantation continued, little Six-Eared felt a surge of magnificent positive energy gushing from within, rushing to the sky. This energy seemed capable of dispelling all evil and filth, purifying his soul. He tried to use this power to command the surrounding vegetation and rocks, only to see these originally motionless objects trembling slightly, seemingly responding to his summon.

“Carrying mountains…” Little Six-Eared’s heart stirred, and the incantation resonated again. Suddenly, a majestic mountain appeared above his head, as if it would crush him. However, little Six-Eared showed no fear; he took a deep breath, and the energy surged within him, actually steadying the mountain aloft. Feeling its heavy weight, his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment and joy.

“Restraining water…” The incantation flowed, and with a flick of little Six-Eared’s fingers, a rapid river suddenly stood still, as if bound by an invisible force. The river ceased to flow, the water’s surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and little Six-Eared’s resolute face.

“Borrowing wind, laying fog…” Little Six-Eared murmured the incantation again, and a fierce wind suddenly arose, rustling the trees. Then, mist spread, shrouding the entire valley in haziness. Little Six-Eared, standing in the mist, was like walking among the clouds, his every step light and graceful.

“Praying for sunshine, praying for rain…” He silently recited in his heart, the incantation echoing like a spell in the air. The previously gloomy sky suddenly cleared, sunlight piercing through the clouds, warm and bright. Then clouds gathered densely, thunder roared, and a heavy rain poured down. Little Six-Eared stood in the rain, letting the water wash over his body, feeling the blessing and benediction from nature.

Of course, what is most familiar to us is the path of its transformation.

The Seventy-two Transformations, although not explicitly about changing into seventy-two different animals, indeed contain such transformations and Divine Skills.

At first, its transformations seemed stiff and clumsy, sometimes turning into a small bird, sometimes into a large tree, but it could never maintain the form for too long, returning to its original state. However, the Six-Eared Macaque was not discouraged, knowing that any sophisticated skill requires the tempering and accumulation of time. So, it practiced even more diligently, constantly attempting, failing, and trying again.

Finally, one day, it successfully transformed into a lifelike Phoenix, soaring across the sky.

As time goes by, more than a decade quietly passed like flowing water.

Within the Asking God Bamboo Forest.

Clouds and mist swirled around, Tao Rhyme rolled in waves, as if the bamboo leaves were cast from purple gold juice and rustled in the breeze, the bamboo branches swaying gracefully.

In the depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest, a serene Bamboo House stood quietly, isolated from the world, untainted by dust.

However, it didn’t appear the least bit out of place; on the contrary, it made the bamboo forest even more tranquil and harmonious.

Inside the Bamboo House.

Jiang Hui sat cross-legged, eyes closed, concentrating as if a statue in meditation.

At this moment.

Jiang Hui’s eyes slowly opened, deep and bright, like two sparkling stars suddenly lighting up the night sky, showing no trace of the ravages of time.

“Finally, this seclusion has come to an end,” Jiang Hui whispered to himself, looking somewhat relaxed.

Thirty-six years, a long time for ordinary people, but for an existence like Jiang Hui, it was but a flick of the finger. Compared to those Immortal Kings who often secluded themselves for hundreds or even thousands of years, a few decades of seclusion was trivial, akin to the Immortal Kings taking a brief nap.