Sun Wukong Arrives at Lion Camel Ridge, the Three Monsters Gather

Sun Wukong was very much looking forward to it.

Especially when he imagined their Journey to the West team arriving in the modern era and appearing on the streets—would everyone crowd around to stare at them? After all, in the modern era, Journey to the West had become a mythological story symbolizing the nation, and Sun Wukong himself was its most imposing representative.

"Brother Monkey, can you tell us what things are like over there?" Zhu Bajie asked, his eyes shining.

Sun Wukong grinned. "Not for now. The matters involved must remain confidential, so we can't talk about them carelessly. As the saying goes, Heaven's law is three feet above your head. We have to keep the secret safe."

"Wukong is right," Tang Monk agreed. After all, this matter was of great importance. It was not something a minor figure like him could afford to take responsibility for.

"By the way, Eldest Senior Brother, now that you're back, are you going to fight the Six-Eared Macaque? If you want to, we can battle at any time," Sha Monk asked curiously.

Sun Wukong shook his head. "Not for now. He was chosen by the Western Paradise. When all was said and done, he was merely a pitiful wretch." The Six-Eared Macaque had been implanted with the Boneless Sarira and turned into a substitute. Once the Nirvana Great Tribulation began, he would become the starting point of the apocalypse. Sun Wukong had no desire to get involved. One careless move could send him into endless calamity and turn him into a sacrifice. It simply was not worth it.

"I won't force you. Just focus on cultivating," Tang Monk said casually.

"Thank you, Master," Sun Wukong said with a smile.

The members of the pilgrimage team continued chatting. After all, they had plenty