Seeking Help from the East Sea Dragon King-If All Else Failed, the Great Sage Could Ask at the Heavenly Court

East Sea.

A streak of golden light plunged straight into the water, smashing out a bottomless whirlpool and sending the patrolling yakshas scrambling about with their forks.

Once they saw who it was, every one of them shrank back.

Inside the Crystal Palace.

The East Sea Dragon King was reviewing the memorials submitted by the aquatic clans at a coral desk.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps rang out beyond the hall. Then someone shoved the doors open.

He looked up and saw a furry-faced, thunder-god-mouthed monkey standing before him, a gleaming Golden Hoop wrapped around his forehead.

"Great Sage? What wind blew you here?"

The old Dragon King set down his jade brush and waved for the attendants around him to withdraw.

He carefully sized up Sun Wukong.

Back when this monkey had wreaked Havoc in Heaven, he had been incomparably imposing. He had even publicly blasted Doumu Yuanjun's physical body apart.

Yet now, cold sweat covered his head, his eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked like he had just crawled back from Ghost Gate Pass.

"Old Dragon King, tell me, do you know where this thing came from?"

Sun Wukong pointed at the Golden Hoop on his head. "Can you help Old Sun take it off?"

The old Dragon King leaned closer and examined it carefully. The Golden Hoop was only two fingers wide, golden all over, smooth and without markings. It looked utterly unremarkable.

But the Dragon King's pupils contracted slightly.

After living for so many years, there were few things whose true nature he could not see through.

He reached out to touch it, but before his fingers could reach the hoop, a force of restriction rebounded and numbed his dragon claws.

He was the East Sea Dragon King, a righteous deity of the Heavenly Court and the leader