An Yang had not yet had a chance to speak when he heard him say, "Going around in circles and we're right back at the starting point! I suppose that without you, my Flower Fruit Mountain would probably have suffered defeat at this very time, and I would probably have been pinned beneath Five Elements Mountain by Tathagata at this very time, too?"
Hearing his very exhausted tone, An Yang did not know what to think either, and only said, "Don't panic, Great Sage. There are still peerless fiends who haven't arrived yet!"
"The Buddhist sect comes with aggressive momentum. Even if they arrive, they won't last long," Sun Wukong waved a hand. "Destiny ultimately cannot be changed, and you don't need to comfort me anymore. It's just a defeat, after all. I've seen it many times over so many years, and each time is pretty much the same. Looking at it now, it's at most a bit heartbreaking..."
He sighed as he spoke.
"Sigh, Flower Fruit Mountain has tried so many methods, yet it still cannot escape the end of destruction?" Sun Wukong's expression dimmed as he suddenly turned back to him, as if grabbing onto the last straw of a drowning man. "You're so bizarre, hurry up and think—see if you can come up with any method! If you save Flower Fruit Mountain, whatever kind of world you want in the future, I'll give it to you. Whatever kind of rules you want to establish, I'll establish!"
An Yang frowned and said flatly, "Great Sage, haven't you already resigned yourself to fate?"
"One last time, one last time!" Sun Wukong scratched his head hard, saying with some distress, "Who the hell is willing to resign themselves to fate unless driven to extremities!"
An Yang did not speak, turning