"Roar--!!!"
Sun Wukong's entire body was bathed in golden flames.
His body began to swell!
His already burly frame grew even taller!
Every strand of his monkey fur stood on end, each one flashing with a metallic sheen.
Golden light burst from his eyes, tearing through the void!
Saintly might!
It erupted without reserve!
"Hahaha! I did it!"
Sun Wukong laughed wildly.
He felt the new power surging through his body like a sea.
That feeling...
It was as though one punch could shatter the stars!
"Saint Realm!"
"Old Sun has finally stepped into it!"
He clenched his fists.
Even space was twisted by his grip.
In the distance.
Some living beings who had luckily avoided being caught up in the earlier battle trembled in terror.
"That monkey... broke through!"
"A Saint! Definitely a Saint!"
"And not an ordinary Saint, either! This aura... it's terrifying!"
"Run! That monkey is a god of slaughter!"
The crowd scattered in all directions.
Sun Wukong glanced at them.
He curled his lips disdainfully.
"A bunch of cowards."
He had no time to bother with these little fry now.
His gaze turned toward the south.
That was the direction where Lu Chen was.
"Realm Master, wait for me!"
"Old Sun is coming to help you!"
He hoisted the Golden Cudgel onto his shoulder.
With one step, he moved forward.
The void shattered.
His figure vanished without a trace.
To the north.
At the summit of an ancient divine mountain covered in snow and ice.
Snow had piled up here year-round.
The cold wind was like a blade.
At this moment.
Atop the mountain, on a shattered altar.
Yang Jian sat cross-legged.
The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd was planted beside him.
A layer of frost covered its blade.
Yet his entire body radiated a searing aura.