Ignoring the pleas by the fatty that asked him to stay, Feng Lin shut off his microchip. He went offline and walked out of his room.

　　Right now, their family was staying in a luxurious house in the Feng Clan’s Grand Building. There was everything here and the space was very vast, extremely comfortable.

　　There was even a room used for virtual activities. The most advanced virtual cabin on earth was installed here.

　　Feng Lin laid there, connecting his consciousness to it as data streams flowed like a waterfall before his eyes.

　　At the next moment, his consciousness had entered the virtual universe, at the location where he last went offline.

　　The virtual minor-thousand world, in the Purple Cloud Palace of the Mythology Planet…

　　Feng Lin opened up the interface and inputted the fatty’s id, ‘Marshal Heavenly Dipper!’ while his heart was filled with unspoken criticism.

　　You actually gave yourself such a virtual id, no wonder you are on Pigsy mythological path!

　　This name was just a character short from Marshal Heavenly Canopy. (Pigsy’s title in the chinese legends before he was reincarnated as Zhu Bajie)

　　This seemed to be a coincidence, yet it felt like everything was predestined.

　　Pigsy was an expert that was proficient in the thirty-six transformations of the heavenly dipper. The real name of this fatty was just so coincidentally named Zhu Tiangang, with Zhu as the surname and Tiangang representing the words ‘Heavenly Dipper’.

　　Feng Lin stared at his interface and noticed that the fatty was already online. Clearly, he was afraid Feng Lin wouldn’t contact him and was already waiting here for quite some time.

　　Feng Lin laughed. With a wave of his hand, a strand of grandmist white qi swirled in his palm and was mailed out like an email. He included a message, “This item is a token that allows someone to enter the Mythological Genes Association. Grandmist White Qi, the effective duration for this is one day.”

　　Ding! Ding! Ding!

　　The fatty instantly replied, his words filled with gratitude. “Many thanks, Master Hongjun. I will rush there as soon as possible!”

　　Fatty was extremely anxious and filled with impatience.

　　As long as one knew the coordinates of their targeted location, they could instantly travel there in a blink of an eye despite the distance.

　　Very soon, Feng Lin could sense that the fatty was already outside the Mythology Planet. He wanted to enter, but he was blocked by the minor-thousand world barrier and had no way to get inside.

　　Feng Lin’s appearance transformed to his original look, and he generated a clone with the appearance of Dao Ancestor Hongjun as well.

　　This planet was a virtual world created by Feng Lin, and he naturally possessed boundless authority here. As the creator of this world, he seemed to be able to do anything.

　　It wasn’t anything difficult to generate a clone.

　　As the master of the Mythological Genes Association, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had to maintain his sense of mysteriousness and etherealism. Feng Lin himself transformed into a member of the Mythological Genes Association, and he would be able to communicate normally with the fatty and undergo all sorts of transactions. There was no need for any wariness, and he could even still maintain his clone’s appearance as Dao Ancestor Hongjun, a figure the fatty respected very much.

　　There were many benefits; hence, he decided to go with this plan for now.

　　“Master Hongjun, please let me enter,” Fatty impatiently called from outside the planet.

　　Feng Lin smiled. The cloudy atmosphere covering the planet opened up.

　　“You are…?” Upon seeing Feng Lin’s true face, the fatty was shocked. He didn’t know who Feng Lin was at all.

　　“I’m Wukong, a member of the Mythological Genes Association. Dao Ancestor Hongjun asked me to come here to welcome you.” Feng Lin smiled. He glanced at the fatty as his eyes gleamed with a bright light.

　　The entire body of this fatty was covered with sentient metal armor. He even had a three-meter-tall scepter in his hand. His entire person shone with the light from his treasures, gleamingly golden.

　　By looking at him, Feng Lin felt that he was the embodiment of a single word…

　　Wealth!

　　So wealthy that it felt extremely filthy.

　　He had the scepter of Rikudo Sennin from Naruto World, Ironman’s armor, the magic ring of Lord of the Ring. Every equipment of his was a peak-level one with extraordinary origins.

　　If these pieces of equipment were to be exchanged for star coins, it would be at the very least several tens of millions.

　　Although the virtual universe was like a second life to humans, only a rare minority would truly spend so much money here to obtain these valuable virtual items.

　　This made one point very clear. This fatty was wealthy, he was immensely wealthy.

　　He was so wealthy that he didn’t even blink when spending huge amounts of star coins.

　　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!”