Sun Wukong and the others had just vanished into the depths of the canyon when ripples stirred behind a large boulder nearby, revealing Ape Ancestor and Misu. Tu Shan Tong was nowhere to be seen.
"It seems the Great True Reflection Spatial Talisman is in Manjushri's hands. Those bald donkeys of Spirit Mountain in the Western Heaven must have mud for brains to entrust such an important talisman to trash like Manjushri." Ape Ancestor looked down below with a cold sneer.
"Though Sun Wukong is extraordinarily gifted, he is Patriarch Bodhi's prized disciple from Fangcun Mountain. Although he now serves the Buddhist School, Spirit Mountain in the Western Heaven has never been able to trust him completely. It is only natural that they gave the Great True Reflection Spatial Talisman to Manjushri. This is good news for us." Misu smiled sweetly.
"That's right. If the talisman were in Sun Wukong's hands, taking it would be somewhat troublesome. But with Manjushri holding it... heh heh..." Ape Ancestor chuckled and transformed into a streak of black light that shot downward.
With a twist of her body, Misu transformed into a streak of white light and followed close behind.
Within the golden grand formation on the plaza, Shen Luo's vision blurred. He and Nie Caizhu had appeared in a golden world, surrounded by countless drifting golden clouds. Nothing outside could be seen, and it seemed to be an illusion realm.
Just as Shen Luo was about to inspect the area more closely, countless rustling sounds suddenly arose around him, like a torrential downpour. Countless golden threads appeared overhead and descended in a Heaven-Covering Earth-Filling torrent.
He immediately summoned the Blood Soul Origin Banner and gave it a slight shake. A dense bloody glow instantly shielded him and Nie Caizhu, ripples spreading across