Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In these three years, the gods on the Investiture of the Gods returned to their positions, the divine offices of the Heavenly Court were replenished, the Yin gods of the Underworld in the Three Realms, and the mountain gods and land gods of the mortal world were also replenished. In addition, Li Daoyi erased the spiritual consciousness of the Heavenly Dao, so the Heavenly Dao could only serve the Primordial World from then on, automatically operating the Three Thousand Laws, like a computer without AI.

The vassal states have completely disappeared, but the wealth and status of the lords have been temporarily preserved. No one dares to disobey them. As for what will happen after three generations, it depends on whether their descendants live up to expectations.

At the same time, Wutian led Guanyin and others to take over the Western world and establish a new Buddhist sect. At the invitation of Jianglong, Puxian Zhenren also resolved his inner conflict and joined the Buddhist sect.

After careful consideration, Tongtian disbanded the Jie Sect. The disciples joined the human race, the demon race, and the Heavenly Court respectively. For Tongtian, this was the best outcome. He was a free spirit, but his strength was undeniable. If he didn't do this, the equality of the prehistoric world would not be reflected. Moreover, he had been tired over the years and could finally put down his burdens.

The Heavenly Court, the Human Race, the Buddhist Sect, the Underworld, and the Demon Race—the five major powers—jointly established the Primordial Alliance, and everything in the Primordial World is developing in a positive direction.

Chaoge City, the location of the sacred Zhutian Tower, was already overflowing with people. Countless cultivators rushed in from all directions, and the restrictions on the sky were lifted, with countless cultivators layering up to fill the entire sky.

Everyone held their breath as they watched the Tower of All Heavens standing tall in the city. Today was a special day, as Li Daoyi, the strongest being in the primordial world, the savior, and the mentor of all immortals, was about to leave.

Inside the Tower of All Heavens, all those above the Quasi-Saint level from the Primordial Era had arrived. Everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, with Nuwa, Tongtian, and Houtu at the forefront. Behind them were Yin Shou, Wutian, Yuanfeng, Donghuang Taiyi, Dijun, Xuanming, Haotian, and others.

"Everyone, the road ahead still requires your continued efforts. Do not slacken your efforts. The path to enlightenment is long. You must never forget your original aspirations and always have a bottom line in your hearts, which is that life comes first," Li Daoyi said to the people around him.

"This world is but a drop in the ocean among all the heavens and myriad realms. You should broaden your horizons, step out of the Thirty-Three Heavens, step out of the Chaos, and look outward to find new worlds. This is actually a kind of development for the primordial world. I look forward to seeing you in other worlds someday in the future," Li Daoyi said.

"Yes," the group bowed and replied.

Even though Li Daoyi always addressed them as fellow Daoists, his demeanor and personal charm had already won them over, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a teacher.

“Master…” Yin Shou was already in tears, recalling all the moments over the years and Li Daoyi’s earnest teachings, his eyes filled with the pain of parting.

"Oh, you fool."

Li Daoyi stood up and helped him up, pondered for a moment, and finally seemed to have made a decision.

“I was hesitant about doing this, but now that I think about it, since you will eventually leave the prehistoric world, I will lend you a hand,” Li Daoyi said, looking at Yin Shou.

Everyone looked at Li Daoyi with some confusion, not understanding what he meant.

Li Daoyi stretched out his hand, and two plaques floated on his palm.

"This is a world locator."

"A locator!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s right, one is the mortal world, and the other is the martial arts world. You should know this, Yin Shou,” Li Daoyi said.

"Master, is this the world of my senior brothers and sisters?" Yin Shou asked excitedly.

"What? Two worlds?" Everyone was shocked.

It was no secret that Yin Shou was Li Daoyi's third disciple. They knew that Li Daoyi had taken two other disciples before taking Yin Shou as his disciple.

“That’s right, it is indeed the world of your Senior Brother Yang Guo and Senior Sister Zhu Zhu.” Li Daoyi nodded.

“Using it can directly open a world passage, but for the time being, only those below the Quasi-Saint level can go to these two worlds. After the passage is opened, the three worlds can be directly connected. As a high-level world, the Primordial World has an obligation to help them develop.”

Then Li Daoyi patted Yin Shou on the shoulder and said.

"Please apologize to your senior brothers and sisters for me. Because of my cultivation level, their world cannot bear my presence. Tell them to remember what I said back then: we will meet again someday."

“Yes, Master,” Yin Shou said, taking the locator talisman.

"Fellow Daoists, farewell." Li Dao then cupped his hands in farewell to the crowd.

Everyone then bowed down in worship.

"Moo..."

Outside the Tower of All Heavens, Niu Er's massive body slowly walked towards the sky, with Li Daoyi, Mengmeng, Dongfang Bubai, Xiaolongnu, and Qiyu sitting on his back.

"Goodbye, hooray!" Mengmeng waved excitedly to those around her.

Saitama grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and gave a thumbs-up to Himeha, who was standing not far away. Himeha also gave a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with reluctance.

"Splash..."

In an instant, everyone in the sky and on the ground, whether immortals, mortals, or demons, knelt down, their eyes filled with reverence as they watched the green ox walk step by step into the sky.

"When you look up at the sky, everything is higher than you, and you will feel inferior. When you look down at the earth, everything is lower than you, and you will feel arrogant. Only by broadening your horizons and taking in both the sky and the earth can you find your true place between the vast sky and the boundless earth."

"Man is born free, remember that."

Li Daoyi's voice slowly entered everyone's ears. Immediately afterwards, a huge pressure appeared in the sky, and a space was torn open. The green ox slowly entered it with heavy steps.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Holy Immortal." Everyone bowed in unison.

"Whoosh..."

The crack disappeared, everything returned to normal, and everyone continued to look at the sky, their hearts unable to find peace for a long time.

"Don't worry, Master, I will take good care of my senior brothers and sisters," Yin Shou murmured, holding two positioning talismans.

"Gentlemen, prepare to welcome the new world!" Yin Shou then raised the world locator and shouted loudly.

Inside the spatial passage, the colorful crystal walls all around aroused Saitama's curiosity, filling him with anticipation for the next world.

"Don't do anything reckless this time," Li Daoyi said, holding Mengmeng and stroking the little girl's head.

"Hehe, no way, no way, I'm not going to sleep this time," Mengmeng said with a grin.

"Dao Yi, why did you leave in such a hurry this time? Did something dangerous happen in Wu Tian's original world?" Dongfang Bubai asked.

Li Daoyi nodded and turned around to speak.

"That world has been invaded."

The post-Journey to the West world, also known as the sequel to Journey to the West, is a branch of the prehistoric world. This world is vastly different from the original one.

The sky was overcast, the earth was barren, and death filled the air, as if hell had been reborn. The whole world seemed to have gone through countless battles, and even the spiritual energy was gradually withering away.

At this time, the Buddhist temple on Mount Ling had long been reduced to ruins. Only half of Mount Ling remained, and the upper half seemed to have been attacked by something, along with the Great Thunder Temple, which had also been reduced to ruins.

Beneath Mount Ling, amidst countless ruins, two figures emerged stealthily. These figures appeared extremely cautious, constantly surveying their surroundings, before slipping into a crevice of a collapsed building.

After the two entered, a bright light appeared. It was a narrow passage, just big enough for one person to pass through. Under the light, the two people's appearances were revealed. They were two ragged people with no cultivation whatsoever.

Each of the men was carrying a strange-looking creature, about the size of a rabbit, but covered in scales.

"Senior brother, we're in good luck today. We caught a few scaled beasts," said a slightly younger man.

"I wonder if I'll have this kind of good luck again," the older man sighed.

Soon the two walked along the passage to a slightly open area, where a Buddha statue missing an arm appeared before them. This seemed to be a collapsed temple.

Back in familiar surroundings, the two relaxed, dropped their prey, and knelt down before the Buddha statue.

"Amitabha Buddha, please don't be angry, I have broken the precepts again today."

It turned out that the two were Buddhist disciples, but their short hair and tattered robes made it impossible to tell their identities.

"Senior brother, I'll go and deal with the scaled beast," said the younger monk.

"Um."

The young monk picked up several scaled beasts and walked behind the Buddha statue, where there was a pool of water.

"Why..."

"It's getting harder and harder. We've lost our cultivation and we have to be wary of those evil creatures. It doesn't matter if I die, but my junior brother is so young. He hasn't seen the real sun yet, and he hasn't seen the beautiful world."

"Master, Buddha, is there really no hope for us?" the monk murmured.

Then, images from twenty years ago flashed through his mind. At that time, he was a monk on Mount Ling, living a carefree life. During that Ullambana Festival, he sat at the foot of Mount Ling with countless fellow disciples, waiting for the Buddha to preach.

On that very day, countless black ash-like things fell from the sky. At first, no one paid any attention and let the black ash fall on them. But then a terrifying scene unfolded. The disciples sitting at the top of Mount Ling began to wail in pain, and then, like madmen, they pounced on the people around them and tore them apart.

In his terror, he was attacked by someone nearby. Fortunately, at that moment, a burst of Buddhist light emanated from Mount Ling, and as a low-level monk, he was immediately knocked unconscious.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. He pried off the stones that were pressing down on him and saw a scene of ruins. There were countless corpses all around him, and a stench that was overwhelming. He looked up at Mount Ling and saw that more than half of the mountain had disappeared. He also found that his weak magical power had vanished and he had become a mortal. The nightmare began from that moment.

"Senior brother, it's all packed up." His junior brother's voice startled him from his reverie.

Looking at his innocent-looking junior brother, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the boy's uneven hair. He had rescued the boy from the ruins of a village when he went down Mount Ling to search for living people. At that time, the boy was still an infant in swaddling clothes.