Bodhi: Get Lost, Monkey! I Have Nothing Left to Teach You!

Patriarch Bodhi stood at the entrance to the hall, watching Sun Wukong turn somersaults in the clearing behind the mountain.

The monkey flipped over, and a cloud of golden light formed beneath his feet, shooting him a hundred yards into the sky.

The golden light burst in midair and became thirty-six streaks, each taking a different form.

Birds, beasts, rocks, trees—there was nothing they could not become.

Then Seventy-two streams of Earth Sha light erupted from his body and intertwined with the Heavenly Gang transformations. One hundred and eight transformations flashed by in the blink of an eye.

At last, the light drew back into him. Sun Wukong dropped from the sky and landed steadily, without so much as breaking a sweat.

Patriarch Bodhi watched him for a long time.

Three years.

Only three years.

In that time, the monkey had drawn out most of the power that had lain dormant in him for countless eons. His cultivation had already reached the early stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

He had mastered the thirty-six Heavenly Gang transformations, the seventy-two Earthly Fiend transformations, and all one hundred and eight divine abilities. He wielded them as easily as breathing.

Patriarch Bodhi turned and walked back into the cave.

He sat on the cushion, toying with his fly whisk. His face betrayed nothing.

Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

In the Three Realms, that level of cultivation already made one a figure of consequence.

The next step was Quasi-Sage.

If the monkey stayed on Mount Fangcun, with his monstrous talent and unfathomable innate foundation,

it likely would not take him long to become a Quasi-Sage.

But then the Journey to the West could not proceed as planned.

The one hundred and eight tribulations had been meticulously designed, each linked to the next.

Their difficulty had