He simply watched the Buddhist School lay its plans, watched Sun Monkey build a wooden raft and prepare to set out to sea.
The sight struck Tongtian as laughable.
The Four Great Continents were separated by vast oceans. How the hell could a mere monkey without a scrap of magical power make it from the Eastern Victory Divine Continent to the Western Ox Continent?
Who were they trying to fool?
Never mind the ocean's fickle nature and its frequent storms-the countless peerless great demons lurking in its depths could kill Sun Monkey with ease.
And that was without even mentioning the dragon lineage of the Four Seas.
It was fair to say that without the Buddhist School, Sun Wukong would have died countless times already.
From that perspective, Sun Monkey really ought to have thanked the Buddhist School.
To put it bluntly, without the Buddhist School's protection in his early days, Sun Wukong would have struggled just to stay alive, let alone learn any Daoist arts.
After all, within the Three Realms, the arts were not lightly imparted.
There was no need even to mention the Chan Sect, which placed such importance on innate roots that it essentially accepted no one without a first-rate foundation.
Even Tongtian's Interception Sect did not take just anyone.
More importantly, every mighty figure in the Three Realms lived in an immortal abode. How could a mortal possibly find their cultivation grounds so easily?
If that were truly possible, every immortal would be pestered to death each day by people seeking to become their disciples.
Thus, to truly succeed in finding a master, both innate roots and fortune were indispensable.
Had Sun Monkey not been drawn into the Buddhist School's schemes, he might have remained nothing more than a monkey until the day he died.