Friends, Have You Heard of Sun Wukong? (Thanks to Alliance Leader Z!)

"Wait, let me take a look first," Yang Jian said.

"Can you really do it?" Tang Luo and the others looked doubtful. "You're injured, after all."

Yang Jian snorted with a laugh and said nothing. Him, Yang Jian, unable to do it?

A faint golden light emerged from the Eight-Trigram Furnace and shone onto the stone.

It felt like someone was shining a flashlight on it.

That immediately made it seem a lot less impressive, indirectly proving that Yang Jian really was not in great shape right now.

But no one pointed it out.

"You haven't been tampered with in secret too, have you?" Tang Luo asked tactfully. "Want me to give you a blessing?"

"No. I've recovered well, it's just taking a little longer..." Yang Jian's voice abruptly cut off, and the light from his Third Eye vanished at the same time.

Replaced by a muffled grunt.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." The Yang Jian formed from white mist dispersed, only reforming after a while. "It was just a little unexpected."

He could be injured, but he could not lose face.

His idol baggage was exceptionally heavy. After all, he was the coolest guy in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

"What was unexpected?" Tang Luo tacitly chose not to press further.

At most, there might be a few minor ripples. It should not have been enough to seriously hurt Yang Jian.

"What I saw was a world that was neither false nor real, dreamlike and illusory," Yang Jian said.

"Oh?" Tang Luo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That monkey should be undergoing some kind of Transformation in that world," Yang Jian said.

"So he really is transforming." Ao Yulie spoke in a low voice. "But is that good or bad?"