At that moment, Sun Wukong's heart was as dead as ashes. The proudest achievement of his life was gone, and he seemed to have become an empty shell.
"Any Star Lord in the Heavenly Court could capture you!"
"With the Jade Emperor's cultivation, even Tathagata wouldn't dare claim he could defeat him. What made you think you could wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace?"
Those words hammered at Sun Wukong's heart like the Five Thunders crashing down upon his head, shattering his Dao heart.
So I was nothing but a clown in the Three Realms, a fucking idiot. Nothing at all.
Why? They all knew, yet I knew nothing.
I was just a monkey, performing tricks for their amusement.
Sun Wukong remembered visiting the various immortals and gods when he was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Back then, they had seemed respectful, but there had been something strange in their eyes.
That's right. It was mockery. They all looked at me with mockery. So I was just a monkey they watched for entertainment, a monkey they toyed with.
At that moment, Sun Wukong's heart was as dead as ashes. His Dao heart had collapsed, and he was like a dead man.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop playing dead! Where's all that bravado now? Someone's bailed you out. Come with me!"
The Prison Warden called out again, but Sun Wukong simply lay on the ground without moving!
"Ah!"
Left with no choice, the helpless Prison Warden picked Sun Wukong up and carried him upstairs.
Once they reached the surface, the Prison Warden first removed the footprints from Sun Wukong's body and healed his bruised, swollen face. Otherwise, those two Buddhists would fly into a rage.
"This monkey's state of mind is far too fragile. He couldn't even take this. Ah, so