After realizing this,
Wu Tian felt somewhat helpless.
Now, he had taken advantage of the Tribulation to steal the position of World Honored One atop Mount Ling, but he knew perfectly well that this was no different from when he had hidden behind the scenes and manipulated the three races of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin.
The only difference was that he had been Luohu then.
The one playing chess from the shadows!
But now, he had become a chess piece, while the one playing chess was Martial Ancestor Wu Tian. He could not help but sigh inwardly:
"What a freak!"
"He is clearly from the Witch Clan... yet he has reached this point. Even Hongjun died at his hands!"
But Wu Tian had no choice.
Who could blame him for being too weak?
Thoughts surged through his mind:
"No matter!"
"If I do not enter the game, how will I ever have a chance to turn things around? I cannot just cling to a remnant soul and wait in desolation for death, can I?"
Besides...
I am not here to defeat Wu Tian. I only want to reclaim what belongs to me. I am here to join you!
Now, back to Sun Wukong's side.
After burying Lion and Camel Ridge, the master and disciples continued toward Western Spirit Mountain. The trials ahead were practically child's play to them!
There was no helping it...
Without Tang Sanzang's indecision dragging them down, he was even more decisive than Sun Wukong when it came to fighting. The immortals and gods throughout the heavens had all hidden away, so there was no need to spare anyone's face!
Naturally, they slew any god who stood in their way.
And slew any Buddha who blocked them!
They arrived in the west without obstruction. Even Old Turtle,