The Six-Eared Macaque looked around with a bewildered expression, only to find that this place really was Flower Fruit Mountain. Every blade of grass, every flower, and every stone appeared incredibly real. What on earth was going on? Hadn't he gone to Beijuluzhou? Wasn't he currently battling with the guardian deity of Beijuluzhou? What exactly was happening?
He pinched himself hard, and it hurt. That proved that everything happening now was real. So, if what was happening now was real, did that mean everything before had been a dream? In the dream, he had gone to Beijuluzhou and lived there for five years, and he had even fought with an extremely powerful individual?
If it was really a dream, it was too realistic and too frightening. When he thought back, the memories of living those five years in Beijuluzhou were all very clear. There wasn't a single blur.
