Heavenly Court, Imperial Horse Stable.
Sun Wukong lay on the soft celestial grass, his head resting on the Ruyi Jingu Bang and his legs crossed, looking perfectly at ease.
"These little mares aren't as charming and sexy as the little monkeys back on Flower-Fruit Mountain!"
Sun Wukong glanced at the thousands upon thousands of heavenly horses around him and spoke casually. Deep in his eyes, a keen light glimmered, fathomless and sharp.
"Bi Ma Wen, then a lowly servant watching the celestial orchard. Emperor Haotian sure went to a lot of trouble to force Old Sun into causing Havoc in Heaven."
"The Journey to the West Tribulation is going to be tough!"
Sun Wukong let out a long sigh, then suddenly flipped through the air. He casually mounted a heavenly horse and galloped through the sky, wreathed in immortal mist. His long cry echoed throughout the Thirty-three Heavens.
"Or should I head to Western Spirit Mountain and stir things up first?"
A thought struck Sun Wukong, and he began weighing his options.
After all, as one of the main figures in the Journey to the West Tribulation, neither the Heavenly Court nor the Western Teachings would do anything to him before he achieved Perfection of Merit. Even as a pawn, Sun Wukong was going to make some noise.
"To be safe, I might as well hit them all at once!"
Sun Wukong muttered to himself.
"Buddhist, Daoist, and demonic forms—come forth!"
"This time, Old Sun won't just cause Havoc in Heaven and stir up Western Spirit Mountain. I'll pay the Demon Sect a visit too. I want to see whether those bald monks of the Western Teachings will go to the trouble of protecting me."
"If this works, Old Sun's cultivation will surge by several minor realms!"
In the blink