Sun Wukong found someone else and asked, "Is your life still boring now?"
"It's not boring anymore. We feel like life has started to have meaning."
"Yeah, how are we supposed to break the enemy's city?"
"Can you tell us?" someone asked.
"No. Because I don't know either." Sun Wukong was not Sun Zi or Sun Bin. How would he know how to fight this kind of cold-weapons war?
"Alas, it looks like we'll have to work hard ourselves," someone said.
"Yeah, the enemy isn't that powerful, but they're just too hard to deal with. They're too resilient."
"We should attack their hearts."
"For example, deceive them. Give those who surrender a certain number of reincarnation slots."
Hearing this, Sun Wukong felt that these people had finally become smarter.
Their lives had been too comfortable before, and they had forgotten all these strategies.
Like a group of tigers living in a zoo, they had forgotten how to hunt.
At the same time, Wenren Sheng received a message.
Saint of Chaos invited him to meet again in Chaos Cave.
"You are already half the master of the Three Realms. Why do you still live in such a desolate place?" Wenren Sheng asked.
"Because only this can remind me that I am still far from being the true master of the Three Realms," Saint of Chaos said, shaking his head.
"Fine. What did you call me here for?"
"I can fulfill the third agreement."
"Oh? Can you really fulfill it?"
"If you want to fulfill the third wish and find the exit, everyone must be united. But people's hearts can never truly unite. When can they unite? Only when everyone faces despair together."
"I understand what you mean. You mean to create an apocalypse for the Three Realms, where everyone will die.