Li Su's expression turned somewhat grave. In the memories drifting over with Hongyun from the depths, a figure beyond imagination had appeared.
That proud, unruly bearing—that image he had imagined countless times in his heart—overlapped directly with Li Su's memories the instant it appeared.
Great Sage Equal to Heaven!
Though, as Tang Monk's reincarnation, he was bound to encounter Sun Wukong someday, Li Su had never expected it to happen so soon, so suddenly, and for him to see him in such a manner.
Judging from the scene, this should have been after the havoc at the Peach Banquet and the theft of the golden elixir, when the Heavenly Court flew into a rage and dispatched troops to attack.
Quite a few monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain had died back then. Was this scene from the memories of one of those dead monkeys?
Li Su stretched out his hand and captured a portion of the crimson radiance that had stained the void red.
In a sense, this emotion was still fairly healthy.
There was no despair in it.
In other words, the one who had died had not feared death in their final moments.
There was no unwillingness, either.
What surged within was an indissoluble fighting spirit, along with a faintly discernible scent of savagery.
Considering the present situation—Flower-Fruit Mountain at war with the Heavenly Court, the entire mountain turned into a battlefield—such emotions were perfectly normal.
Once bloodshed made one's eyes run red on the battlefield, there would be no room for superfluous emotions. The only thing that could gather was the fighting spirit to slaughter every enemy before one's eyes.
The emotion could not exactly be called righteous, but it was undoubtedly better than despair, fear, resentment, curses, and the like.
Moreover, this intent was extremely pure. There was