168 Monkey and Pig (2/2)

At this moment, everything the fatty was wearing was simply made from the shiny and golden star coins.

”Wukong?” Fatty felt somewhat puzzled in his heart. He instinctively felt that these two simple words seemed to contain some deep profound meaning, yet it was extremely tough to state exactly what the profound meaning was.

You don't know me but I know you!

Seeing the look of bewilderment on fatty's face, Feng Lin laughed silently in his heart.

You are walking on Pigsy's path to godhood while I'm walking on Sun Wukong's path to godhood.

In the future, after you joined the Mythological Genes Association, we would be a monkey and pig in a group. We really have to cooperate well!

All these thoughts were in his mind. Feng Lin didn't reveal anything.

”Come with me.” He calmly spoke. The cloud layers on Mythology Planet suddenly pulled open, revealing a flight of cloudy stairs that extended into the distance.

Fatty didn't mind.

As a star magnate, he also had his own territory in the virtual universe. This was a common occurrence to him, nothing to be surprised about.

What made him surprised was that this little virtual world was named as the 'Mythology Planet'?

This point would truly cause people to ponder.

Fatty lowered his head and stared at the many buildings on this azure-blue planet. The styles of the buildings here were completely different from each other. There were the elegant and richly ornament-styled buildings of chinese mythology, gothic-styled constructions of the west, golden pyramids of Egypt… From this, fatty could see traces of all the mythologies from different civilizations.

As someone from an illustrious clan, the fatty naturally had very good judgment. He discovered that the style of the buildings completely matched with that mythological knowledge that was uncovered from the ancient ruins. The styles and designs were extremely accurate.

Could this planet be showing the scene of the world back then in the Ancient Earth Era?

How was this achieved?

The gaps in mythological knowledge were too large, and many inheritances had long since severed.

How did this Mythological Genes Association obtain such valuable knowledge whereby they could replicate it so accurately?

Fatty started to pant with excitement. How deep was the foundations of this secret power, the Mythological Genes Association? Could it be that they had knowledge of the divine systems of various civilizations as well as the path to godhood for the various mystical and legendary figures?

Fatty felt like he stumbled upon a huge truth.

If he could join this Mythological Genes Association, he would truly have profited!

For such a secret and reclusive power, ordinary humans would never have the chance to learn about it. Yet, he actually managed to stumble upon this?

Hahaha!

I, Zhu Tiangang has been unlucky for 25 years. My luck is about to finally change!

Becoming an interstellar cultivator and even having an opportunity to join this mysterious power, obtaining a paragon's mythological path...This damnable heavens finally showed its appreciation for ME, old Zhu!

Upon seeing the look of wild joy on his face, Feng Lin silently laughed in his heart.

On Mythology Planet, the scenes here were filled with the secrets from the Ancient Earth Era. Those who knew their stuff would instantly be shocked by what they saw.

The more this was so, the more stringent the association would be when it came to accepting new members. If not, the information here might be probed and exposed.

Ever since he established the Mythological Genes Association, Feng Lin had already thought of everything. He would only accept absolute elites. He would rather 'kill' a thousand innocents, denying them entry, rather than to allow someone mediocre to enter.

As the clouds dispersed even more, Fatty's eyes were wide opened.

In the space above the atmosphere, chaos erupted as an ancient purple-colored dao palace manifested into being. It was covered by auspicious clouds and radiated a feeling of majesticness and prosperity.

Above the dao palace, a huge board was suspended. Three words in ancient huaxia style could be seen written on it. ”Purple Cloud Palace.”

It looked simple and unadorned, and there was an old man radiating an air of immortality seated on a praying mat on a platform in the palace. If this old man wasn't Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who else could it be?

”Sit.” Hongjun's eyes were still closed as he calmly spoke.

After fatty entered, he fell onto his knees on a praying mat and prostrated himself sincerely.

”Dao Ancestor Hongjun, please impart me the knowledge of my paragon god and devil mythological path!”