This Time, They Had Truly Stormed the Teaching of Elucidation's Nest

Zhu Bajie shook his big head and forced a smile. "I-I'm fine. Thick skin, tough flesh—I can take it. As long as you're all right, wife."

Gao Cuilan looked at Zhu Bajie as he endured the pain, tears flashing in her eyes—but even more so, fury and resolve.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning blood and worry within her, then closed her eyes and focused again. She muttered to herself, "Daoxing Tianzun, you're truly vicious. I will break this evil treasure."

Perhaps anger had unleashed her potential, or perhaps Zhu Bajie's protection had allowed her mind to focus even more. This time, her perception became sharper and clearer.

Amid the endless, chaotic water spiritual energy filled with interference, she finally caught an exceedingly faint rhythm of flow, one utterly out of place with its surroundings.

That rhythm was not fixed in one location, but moved constantly like a fish swimming through water, its path conforming to some profound pattern.

"Found it."

Gao Cuilan abruptly opened her eyes and pointed southeast. "Over there, about a hundred zhang away. There's a grain of rice whose core water energy flows differently from the rest. It seems to be the central point, but its position keeps changing."

Sun Wukong's spirits soared. "Can you determine its movement pattern?"

Gao Cuilan focused and sensed it again for a moment before answering firmly, "Yes. It's moving according to the positions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. In the next instant, it will be at the Xun position."

"Old Sun is on his way."

Sun Wukong let out a long howl, his body flashing like lightning. Ignoring the rice and flour pressing in around him, he charged toward the direction Gao Cuilan had indicated. The Golden Cudgel opened the way, forcibly plowing a path