"I guessed!" Qin Fen said glumly. He had been wondering how Monkey had learned such an advanced technique as the Seventy-Two Transformations without being in the Heavenly Court. So I was the one who did it?
The old Daoist Bodhi beamed. "You're too modest. How could that possibly be a guess? With your profound cultivation, Patriarch, divining anyone's fate would be easy!"
Qin Fen's mouth twitched. I really did guess. You've already mentioned Mount Lingtai Fangcun. I'd have to be an idiot not to figure it out. Sun Monkey's teacher has appeared, so where's Wukong?
Big Chef pondered this without realizing it. The Heavenly Dao watched as the image on his screen changed. The stone Big Chef had thrown away that day had followed the birds and, after several twists and turns, reached the territory of the Aolai Kingdom on the Eastern Victory Divine Continent.
The Heavenly Dao looked at the image, then at Patriarch Bodhi below, and sighed. "Looks like I can't stop him! No, a man can't say he can't! Am I supposed to just watch him grow powerful?"
The Heavenly Dao felt stifled. Heaven and earth had only just been created in the Primordial World; Journey to the West was still far in the future. For now, he needed to stop Qin Fen from continually acquiring certain terrifying karmic ties, because those affected the Human Tribe's destiny and the course of mythology. That was the key. Once Big Chef put down roots and formed countless connections with the Primordial Wilderness, terrifying consequences would erupt in later generations.
Attaining the Dao? The Heavenly Dao's heart spasmed. If you fucking attain the Dao like this, what the hell will you attain? His head hurt terribly. With Qin Fen's fortune, karma, and merit combined, even Saint seemed unlikely to be