Nuwa's voice, carrying a trace of anticipation, echoed through Wa Saint Palace.
"From this day onward, you shall go by the name 'Sun Wukong' as you travel through the Great Wilderness and proclaim the majesty of my Blood Sea. I hope you will not let down the name your Master personally bestowed upon you!"
"This disciple, Sun Wukong, respectfully obeys his master's teachings. I will make the name Sun Wukong resound throughout the Great Wilderness!"
The Stone Monkey—no, he should now be called Sun Wukong—respectfully saluted and kowtowed to Nuwa, engraving the name deeply into his True Spirit.
Suddenly, his expression froze. Within the Nether, he seemed to sense that once this name had been formally confirmed,
some kind of Fortune had faintly followed it, blessing him and making the aura around him several degrees more harmonious.
He could not help staring blankly at Nuwa on the dais. Nuwa chuckled. "As the strongest expert in the Great Wilderness, every word and action of your Master can stir the rules into motion."
"Since you received this name directly from him, you have naturally gained the blessing of Fortune from the Nether. It will also greatly aid your future cultivation."
Hearing Nuwa's words, joy blossomed even more brightly across Sun Wukong's face. He solemnly bowed in the direction of the Blood Sea.
His battle intent surged, and he secretly swore that he would make a name for himself in the Great Wilderness and not let down the earnest care his sect had shown him!
Nuwa nodded inwardly, approving of the temperament of her final disciple. The Blood Sea needed disciples just like this.
Nezha suddenly came over with a grin and patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder. "Junior Brother Wukong! You really have incredible Fortune. You actually received a name personally bestowed