The Monster Realm had fallen, and the remaining monsters had been forced to relocate to the eastern part of Ling. Nearly all the arrangements had been personally handled by the Golden-Winged Great Peng King.
Given the demon monkey's violent temperament, it was already fortunate that he had not charged straight into the Chaos Realm. Part of that was due to Bodhi's restraint. One good thing was that, since the great migration of the Monster Realm, the demon monkey had shed his former habit of eating, drinking, and fooling around all day on Flower Fruit Mountain after arriving at the new base. For the first time in his life, he had begun seriously cultivating in seclusion.
The demon monkey had not originally belonged to this universe. For some unknown reason, he had fallen from a Higher Plane into the prison realm.
Even when the demon monkey had been taken in by Bodhi while his strength was still limited, he had never practiced for more than three hours a day. Yet now he was cultivating in seclusion twenty-four hours a day without eating or drinking. Even the Bodhi Patriarch found it hard to imagine what realm Sun Wukong would reach after some time.
Suppressing the resentment in his heart, the demon monkey emerged from cultivation to attend the gathering. Compared to his former brash personality and love of provoking others, he had become much more restrained. Yet when Azathoth's aura unexpectedly appeared during the gathering, the demon monkey's long-suppressed rage instantly erupted.
Before anyone could react, the demon monkey had already broken through the top floor of Azure Dragon Hall and charged toward the location in the sky from which Azathoth's aura had come. Unfortunately, only traces of Chaos aura lingered in the air. There was no sign of Azathoth at all.