If not for that, the Daoist and Buddhist factions would have been natural enemies. It would have been good enough if they did not plot against each other.
Refining Sun Wukong to greatly increase his strength was precisely the result of this cooperation.
As for Sun Wukong exhausting his potential in the future, neither side considered it.
After all, Sun Wukong was merely a tool in the Journey to the West. Buddhism had long planned everything out and intended to squeeze every last bit of value from him.
Sun Wukong flew away from Tushita Palace and headed straight for the Hall of Celestial Supremacy.
Along the way, countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals tried to stop him, only to be cowed by his fierce aura.
Even immortals at the Golden Immortal and Grand Yi Golden Immortal realms retreated one after another, while not a single Golden Immortal of Grand Da Luo or Quasi-Saint stepped forward to help.
Yang Jian had originally intended to fight again, but the Jade Emperor stopped him.
He could only watch coldly as Sun Wukong acted with reckless arrogance.
After fighting his way to the Hall of Celestial Supremacy, Sun Wukong said nothing and directly smashed the plaque above its entrance.
The Jade Emperor's gaze turned icy, his killing intent fully exposed.
Yet in the face of Sun Wukong's arrogance, he ultimately suppressed his anger and did not make a move.
The Four Sects silently watched the scene, feeling considerable contempt for the Jade Emperor's restraint.
Just as the atmosphere grew tense, a Buddhist chant came from the Heavenly Court.
Then, a solemn Buddha manifestation of Shakyamuni appeared in the void.
"What demon dares block my path?" Sun Wukong demanded aggressively.
Sensing danger, Sun Wukong immediately became wary.
"I am Shakyamuni Tathagata of the West."
Shakyamuni smiled