Jiang Changkong did not make a move as he looked at the towering divine pillar before him, instead sinking into thought.
How long had he spent here? On this ancient path, he truly could not feel the passage of time.
From the increase in his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, he learned that one day and three hours had passed.
He had destroyed the phantom, come here, and seen the Sea-Quelling Divine Needle Iron.
Old ape Sun Yuan had reached the end of the path in five days; he must have seen this supreme treasure as well.
And the other divine apes, the other races—back then, that Immortal Emperor had all reached the end.
They had seen the treasure, yet no one had been able to take it away.
Thinking of how the Immortal Emperor had escaped with a wisp of divine soul, Jiang Changkong found himself in a difficult spot. He did not believe he was stronger than an Immortal Emperor.
Standing at the end of the path and looking down, he saw dazzling golden light, but no bottom.
This path did not seem like a path either. It was more like a sheer cliff, likewise without end.
"Brute force definitely won't work. How did Sun Wukong take it back then?"
Jiang Changkong pondered, recalling the stories in his mind.
But the more he thought about it, the more unsolvable it seemed.
Sun Wukong had been born with the protagonist's halo.
What had that old Dragon King said back then?
When Sun Wukong arrived, the Sea-Quelling Divine Needle Iron had shone of its own accord, practically rushing to offer itself up.
And him?
He was not Sun Wukong. Moreover, the Sea-Quelling Divine Needle Iron had been reforged by Sun Wukong, so it had surely been intended for the monkeys of