You Really Aren't Him

The same old saying: those who transform me live; those who break me advance; those who resemble me die.

Of course, from Sun Wukong's perspective, "me" should have been changed to "him."

If Sun Wukong had broken through first and then fused the sixteen Sharira, he would merely have been "one who transforms him lives."

Because he himself was the boneless Sharira, the origin of all Buddhas, it was not impossible for the future Sun Wukong to use his own Primordial Unity to surpass the Dao contained within the sixteen Sharira.

But if he borrowed the Sharira to break through, even if he borrowed only one Sharira, Sun Wukong would be "one who resembles him dies."

It was like adding salt to pure water—salt that could never be extracted from the water again. Even if it was only a single grain, pure water with salt in it was no longer pure water.

Once Primordial Unity was mixed with another person's Dao, there would be no possibility of further breakthrough.

Wu Tian was also someone who cherished talent. How could he not regret the prospect of Sun Wukong, a talent who had originally been expected to break through to Primordial Unity on his own, being ruined?

"Then just don't let him fuse with those Sharira."

Why should Sun Wukong sacrifice his future to resolve the calamity that had befallen the Three Realms because of the hypocrisy and double standards of the Gods and Buddhas?

Though Wu Tian did not share the same goal, he likewise did not want Sun Wukong to absorb the ancient Buddha's Sharira. Thus, he used the boiling cauldron of the Dark Abyss to refine the Sharira that Sun Wukong had already fused.

"Where are those Sharira?"

Wu Tian fell silent for a moment, then said,

"Sun Wukong