The sun sank in the west, and the pilgrim was far from home.
Tang Sanzang was stripped down to a loincloth, his Brocade Cassock wrapped around his waist.
Sweat dripped from his bald head.
"Master, why put yourself through this?"
Sun Wukong struggled to keep a straight face as he spoke earnestly.
Watching Tang Sanzang carry the Ruyi Jingu Bang, he grinned from ear to ear. Tang Sanzang used to ride Huanglong around at his leisure, but after seeing Ling Xuzi's muscles, he'd insisted on training his body.
For days now, Tang Sanzang hadn't stopped. He even insisted on standing while he slept, holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang over his head. His incredible perseverance was on full display.
"This poor monk's cultivation is weak, and my body is frail."
"Only by tempering my body can I perfect the Sixteen-foot Golden Body and gain a physique as powerful as those of the mighty demon clans—even the Dragon Clan."
"I, Tang Sanzang, shall be invincible in this world!"
Tang Sanzang stared at the blazing Sun Star and spoke with conviction.
The fair-skinned young man who'd once had soft, delicate features had developed a healthy wheat-brown complexion after days of training, giving him a weather-beaten look.
Of course, the moment Tang Sanzang channeled even a little magic power, he'd return to the peak of his good looks.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that!"
"Junior Brother Huanglong, come on... Put the last drop of Sacred Beast White Tiger blood on Master!"
Seeing that Tang Sanzang wouldn't be dissuaded, Sun Wukong turned to Huanglong.
When Old Ancestor Cangtian and the Sacred Beast White Tiger fought, countless drops of the Sacred Beast White Tiger's blood had splattered across the ground. But even at their fastest, Sun Wukong and Huanglong had managed to collect only three drops.
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