Streaks of light arrived in an instant, and Sun Wukong discovered just how many powerful experts the Three Realms held.
His havoc in the Heavenly Palace had been nothing but a joke.
A Golden Immortal wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace-anyone with a little knowledge knew how laughable that was.
Before Sun Wukong was captured and thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he had still been a Golden Immortal. With that cultivation, he had wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace and driven back One Hundred Thousand Heavenly Soldiers.
Yet even now, Sun Wukong had never realized anything was wrong.
Now, Sun Wukong had completely broken down, sitting on the mountain with empty eyes.
What he found hardest to accept was how Lin Tian had wielded the Banana Leaf Fan, fanning divine fire as he chased down and pummeled the Three Great Bodhisattvas.
In Sun Wukong's heart, Guanyin Bodhisattva had been a truly exalted being.
Now his entire worldview had collapsed. Everything that had happened had overturned his understanding and beliefs.
That was Guanyin Bodhisattva! How could she have been defeated so easily?
Buddhism had lost the battle and surrendered, and Wukong had been left dumbstruck. Even after everyone dispersed, Sun Wukong remained in a daze.
Then Tathagata came before Sun Wukong with the many Quasi-Saints of Buddhism.
"Wukong!"
Tathagata let out a sigh, his face full of distress.
"Buddha, Bodhisattva, tell me why this happened."
"Wukong, I know you're suffering. Sleep for a while first."
With that, Tathagata pointed at Sun Wukong, who instantly collapsed.
Guanyin sighed. "Buddha, must we really erase Wukong's memories? Isn't that too cruel?"
Tathagata sighed. "If we don't erase them, how can he undertake the scripture pilgrimage in this state? Wukong's Dao heart has been ruined as well. How can he serve as Buddhism's great