"Immortal Emperor!"
Sun Wukong spoke, then stared blankly at Patriarch Bodhi.
"Master, are you even more powerful than the Immortal Emperor? But I heard from Old Monkey Lord, who has passed away, that even a Heavenly Dao Saint must bow down before the Immortal Emperor. Is that true?"
Sun Wukong's gaze was sincere, filled with clear-eyed foolishness.
Now it was Patriarch Bodhi's turn to feel awkward.
"You've actually caught the Immortal Emperor's attention. It seems Shen Gongbao's appearance wasn't a coincidence either. If the Immortal Emperor is a blazing sun, then I'm but a tiny ant."
"From now on, follow me and cultivate diligently. If you can join the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, then I'll benefit from your good fortune, too."
Patriarch Bodhi tapped Sun Wukong on the head a few times, then put on the air of an otherworldly sage and sat cross-legged atop the Cloud Platform. Immeasurable Daoist arts appeared around him: Confucian Literary Qi, Buddhist Golden Light, and the order of Daoism.
Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism flowed around him, radiating a terrifying aura.
"Master is the best! Once I attain the Great Dao, I'll be sure to honor you properly!"
Sun Wukong hurriedly replied.
The rules and Dao Resonance around Patriarch Bodhi were suffused with boundless truths of the laws, in harmony with the workings of the Heavenly Dao. The ever-changing three arts of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism forged a Dao foundation that shimmered with profound light.
Mystical beyond measure—the gateway to all wonders!
"I like the sound of that!"
"During the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, I was a renowned master. In the end, I severed karma and fate, took on the identity of Subhuti, and was honored by the world as Patriarch Bodhi."
"You've read many classics over the years. You should have some understanding of