Patriarch Bodhi stood at the entrance of the great hall, watching Sun Wukong turn somersaults in the open ground on the back mountain.
The monkey flipped over, and a cluster of golden light bloomed beneath his feet, sending him shooting with a whoosh a hundred zhang into the sky.
The golden light burst open in midair, transforming into thirty-six streams of flowing radiance, each one taking on a different form.
Birds and beasts, mountains and stones, grasses and trees—there was nothing he could not become.
Immediately after, seventy-two rays of Earthly Fiend light shot out from all around him, weaving together with the transformations of the Heavenly Spirits, and the One Hundred and Eight Tribulations of transformation took turns unfolding in the blink of an eye.
At last, all the light drew back in, and Sun Wukong dropped from the sky, landing firmly on the ground without even breaking a sweat.
Patriarch Bodhi stared at him for a long time.
Three years.
Only three years.
This monkey had drawn out the vast majority of the power that had accumulated within him over countless Kalpas, and his cultivation had already stepped into the realm of Early Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
The Thirty-six Heavenly Spirits transformations, the Seventy-two Earthly Fiends transformations, the one hundred and eight divine abilities—he had mastered every one of them and could use them as freely as he pleased.
Patriarch Bodhi turned and walked back into the cave.
He sat on the cushion, idly toying with his horsetail whisk, no expression visible on his face.
Daluo Golden Immortal.
Placed within the Three Realms, that level of cultivation already made one a figure of some standing.
Above that was the realm of Quasi-Saint.
If this monkey were allowed to continue staying on Fangcun Mountain, with that monstrous aptitude of