My Word Is My Bond

Using this treasure as a medium, it can conceal your life force and simulate the phenomenon of a true spirit returning to the ruins. It may be able to deceive the laws of the Sea of Suffering and open a passage for you.

When the time comes, take the treasure inside and find traces of the Great Yin Nether Dragon Dao Fruit for me."

Upon hearing this, Wukong's true spirit fluctuated violently once more. An incredulous light erupted from his golden eyes, mixed with utter absurdity...

Just as he was about to speak, he met Xu Yunfan's utterly placid gaze.

A barely perceptible tremor passed through his heart.

He quickly calmed down.

In the end, he was someone else's clone. His life and death were not his to decide, so what right did he have to name conditions?

"A magic treasure?"

Wukong's mental voice brimmed with suspicion and mockery.

"What magic treasure can withstand soul-eroding yin winds and dissolve profound light?

What can fool those damned Nether Gate laws? Xu Yunfan, do you take This Old Sun for a three-year-old child? You want to send this last wisp of my true spirit to its grave in that hellish place!"

Xu Yunfan's expression did not change in the slightest in the face of Wukong's doubts.

He slowly raised a hand, palm upward. A strand of pure Eight Sceneries Cloud Qi rose from it—the blazing heat of Li Fire, the gentleness of Kan Water, the violence of Thunder Strike, the solidity of Kun Earth...

The eight aspects flowed and transformed, endlessly generating one another.

"Ordinary magic treasures naturally will not do. Moreover, you were born from a split of my soul. It was exceedingly difficult for you to develop a wisp of true spirit, so I naturally will not let you perish