"What plan?" An Yang asked.
"If we lose this battle again, I am thinking of seeking cooperation with Buddhism. I won't care about the glory of the demon race anymore, nor will I think about sitting on the throne of Lingxiao Palace. Reviving the demon heavenly court has no real meaning, and it is far out of reach. As long as we can overthrow the current heavenly court and negotiate with Buddhism to ensure that my demon race will not suffer the current oppression in the future, and can stand tall just like human cultivators, then I will be satisfied." Sun Wukong casually tore open a banana in his hand. "This is already considered a good idea."
"And the bad one?" An Yang asked again.
"The bad one?" Sun Wukong chuckled and took a bite of the banana. "Of course it is to give up! So many powerful demon beings who have lived for a thousand years haven't stood up, and so many powerful demons have willingly become mounts for immortals and gods. Struggling here all by himself, I can only do my absolute best!"
He paused and added, "With Old Sun's skills, even if I lose, I can still live out the rest of my life by casually finding some place. No matter if it's Buddhism or the heavenly court, no one can do a thing to me!"
Hearing this, An Yang let out a sigh instead. "If anyone wants to make a move against the Great Sage, no matter where the Great Sage hides to the ends of the earth, there is no escaping it. If the Great Sage wants freedom for the demon race, you still have to fight for it with real blades and guns, rather than placing your hopes on Buddhism."
"Easier said than done!"