The demon monkey stirred up the Immortal Realm.
Bai Yujun had counseled the monkey countless times, setting him upon another path.
Silently and unnoticed, she once again cemented her place as the greatest variable in the Immortal Realm. No matter how others calculated or schemed, so long as they wished to disrupt the game, Bai Yujun was more than willing to change the damned fate decreed by mighty powers. How the future unfolded should be a choice one made for oneself, not a matter of serving as someone else's cannon fodder.
The monkey, once filled with nothing but fury, had changed.
When calm, he could plant rice seedlings, fish, and comprehend the Great Dao between heaven and earth. When wild, he dared face any powerful foe head-on.
Once a monkey of little renown, he had fought out a dignity that belonged solely to himself with the iron staff in his hand.
His life was his own, and he had the final say. Everything others said was bullshit. Bai Moulong's painstaking, earnest teachings filled this monkey's brain.
The brief yet fierce battle drew countless eyes, and the incident had already slipped beyond control.
The eight monks suddenly twitched their ears...
Whispering rose once more.
They drew near, pressed their palms together, chanted spells, and sat cross-legged in stacked Arhat formation.
The chanting made the monkey's head ache. He shook his head to dispel the dizziness, shaded his eyes with a hand as he looked around curiously, scratched his lower back and then his head, unable to understand what these resplendent golden fellows were doing.
"Screech? So huge..."
After stacking together, they manifested a gigantic Dharma seal!
Within golden auspicious clouds, a Dharma seal several miles wide slowly rotated, raising up a gigantic golden statue with eight arms!
Countless chains of golden