Undying Fighting Spirit, Imperishable Soul

Silently "cast" into the furnace, Sun Wukong and Golden Cicada seemed to have no room to resist—at least, there were no signs of resistance for now.

Back when Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Court, he had been thrown into the Eight-Trigram Furnace.

But at that time, the Eight-Trigram Furnace was not under the Supreme Lord's control.

The Supreme Lord had vanished many years ago. Even when an old god like Bajie entered the Heavenly Court, the Supreme Lord had already disappeared.

No one truly knew where he had gone.

At the time, the Eight-Trigram Furnace had been controlled by the two Daoist attendants, Gold Horn and Silver Horn. Sun Wukong found an opportunity to escape, damaging the furnace in the process and rendering it unusable—a mere decoration.

Now, the Heaven-Earth Furnace bore the shadow of the Eight-Trigram Furnace.

Its power was worlds apart from when Gold Horn and Silver Horn had used it. Just one glance was enough to sense the aura and power within the furnace that could burn everything to ashes.

Bajie could not help glancing at Tang Luo.

How would the Great Heavenly Demon deal with the Buddha's Heaven-Earth Furnace?

Would he use his Boundless Merit healing divine ability?

That should at least be enough to preserve Sun Wukong and Golden Cicada's lives.

Yet Tang Luo merely watched, showing no intention of acting at all.

As he refined Golden Cicada and Sun Wukong, the Buddha looked toward Tang Luo. "Have you given up already?"

"Heh, shouldn't you wait until you've succeeded before saying that?" Tang Luo said with a smile.

The Buddha's expression suddenly shifted slightly.

His hands trembled faintly and involuntarily parted to either side. The Heaven-Earth Furnace formed in midair shattered with a thunderous crash.

Sun Wukong appeared, his semi-transparent flaming Golden Cudgel