"Amitabha Buddha!"
Sun Wukong uttered a Buddhist Chant. He had already prepared himself for death.
As long as Wutian could be suppressed and peace restored to the Three Realms.
What did it matter if one Sun Wukong had to be sacrificed? If sacrificing him could bring peace to the Three Realms, then honestly, Sun Wukong did not know why, but he felt incredibly proud.
At the very least,
he still had the chance to sacrifice himself.
His sacrifice could buy peace for the Three Realms.
No one else was even qualified for this!
Sun Wukong comforted himself this way. The more he thought about it, the more grand and noble he felt.
Sun Wukong shut his eyes tightly.
Then,
golden light emerged from his body.
"Wukong..."
"Monkey Brother..."
Seeing Sun Wukong prepare to sacrifice himself to suppress Wutian, Tang Xuanzang, Zhu Bajie, and the others wept their hearts out.
They could not bear to part with him.
How could Sun Wukong bear it either? Yet for peace in the Three Realms, someone had to make a sacrifice. If he did not enter hell,
then who would? So long as Wutian was suppressed, what did it matter if he, Sun Wukong, entered hell? He was proud to enter hell.
Sun Wukong returned to his true form—a Bone-Less Sarira.
Thirteen other Sariras surrounded the Bone-Less Sarira. All fourteen Sariras radiated golden light.
That golden light flew toward Wutian,
merging into Wutian's body.
Wutian was Tathagata.
Tathagata was Wutian.
The two had merged together.
Once the Sariras entered Wutian's body, Tathagata seized the opportunity and made the fourteen Sariras his own.
Before,
he had only been half of a whole.
Faced with treasures like the Sariras, he could not merge with them at all and could only watch.
But things were different now.