White Bone Spirit reappeared atop White Tiger Ridge, her face even paler and her aura even weaker.
The secret art she cultivated could only grant her three lives, and she had already used two.
Now, she had only her last life left.
If this life were erased as well, she would truly perish.
Yet even so, she still resolutely intended to save Sun Wukong.
The Great Sage had been deceived by the gods and Buddhas filling the heavens. She had to rescue him.
Such an unparalleled hero as the Great Sage should not become a lackey of the gods and Buddhas.
She had long heard the news that had spread during this time.
They all said that the Great Sage had lost his memories, that he had long forgotten those carefree days on Flower Fruit Mountain. He had also forgotten how he once led ten thousand demons to attack the heavens, battling alone against the two Supreme Experts—the master of the Buddhist School and the master of the Heavenly Court.
The Great Sage had even forgotten the demons who had once fought bloodily at his side, as well as the Six Great Sages with whom he had sworn brotherhood.
He had turned his back on them without mercy. Every demon he encountered died beneath his staff without exception.
He was even more ruthless than the gods and Buddhas, leaving them no chance of survival.
He had truly become a lackey of the gods and Buddhas. If he truly completed the Journey to the West Pilgrimage, he would become a Buddha without love or feeling, severed from all emotion and desire, looking down upon all living beings through the ages. He would never again be the free and unrestrained, wild and arrogant Great Sage Equal to Heaven he once was.
And