"Wukong, time is of the essence. Set out at once and invite the Red Thread Immortal here."
"Remember, this concerns whether Treasure Elephant Kingdom's thirteen-year ill-fated bond can end well. There must be no mistakes!"
Hearing Tang Sanzang's solemn charge, Sun Wukong instantly wiped the playful grin from his face.
He knew full well that ever since Three Burials began cultivating the Funeral Great Dao, he might appear gentle in ordinary times, but when the moment came to make a decision, he was truly the kind of ruthless man who would bury heaven and earth alike.
Now, Tang Sanzang was willing to offer a third option beyond the two existing methods. He was giving everyone a way out. As the Equal-Shoulder King, Sun Wukong had to see this through properly.
Sun Wukong abruptly straightened his back. Golden light flashed fiercely in his eyes as an unprecedented sharp fighting spirit and sense of responsibility burst forth from within him.
He clasped his fists solemnly toward Tang Sanzang alone, his powerful voice echoing through the Golden Throne Hall.
"Rest assured, Three Burials! I, Old Sun, swear here and now that even if I must Trample the Firmament and scour the Three Realms, I will bring Blue Planet's Red Thread Immortal before you!"
"On this journey, I will not return empty-handed! I will not fail Master's trust, nor the hopes of every living being in this hall! If I cannot bring her back, then I will not return to Treasure Elephant Kingdom!"
His resounding vow carried a unique dominance and resolve, leaving everyone present shaken to the core.
The Treasure Elephant Kingdom's king, whose heart had been lodged in his throat, finally felt it settle completely.
Looking at Daoist Sun, with his hairy face and thunder-god mouth, he felt that aura of "keeping