The moment the words fell, Sun Wukong's figure turned into a streak of golden light and shot up from Tathagata's palm.
With one somersault, he stirred the winds and clouds of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Wind howled past his ears, and the sea of clouds was flung far behind him, turning into a blurred sheet of white.
The stars around him became streaming lines, racing backward past his sides.
This was his speed, the divine ability he took such pride in.
One hundred and eight thousand li.
It was only the span of a single breath.
He did not know how many tumbles he had turned; he only felt that he had already reached the end of heaven and earth.
The scene before his eyes was no longer a glittering, overflowing river of stars, but a void of Chaos.
Five incomparably enormous pillars rose from the Chaos, thrusting straight into the clouds, their tops nowhere to be seen.
The pillars were covered in ancient, unadorned patterns, giving off a vast and primeval aura.
"This must be the end of heaven and earth."
Sun Wukong stopped and landed steadily in the void.
He looked at the five colossal pillars propping up the sky before him, and heroic pride surged in his heart.
No matter how big that monk's palm was, could it be bigger than heaven and earth?
He had won for certain.
Sun Wukong grinned, walked up to the pillar in the very center, and looked up. The top of the pillar was completely hidden within the currents of Chaos, impossible to see.
He thought for a moment. He could not just leave like this; he had to leave something behind, lest that monk go back on his word.
Sun Wukong plucked out a strand of hair and blew on it,