Sun Wukong had never imagined that even Tongtian, a Sage, would have no way to resolve the matter before him.
This...
At that thought, a profound terror instantly welled up in Sun Wukong's heart.
After all, no one could endure days spent simply waiting to die.
Ah!
At that thought, Sun Wukong could not help sighing.
Then, without saying anything more, Sun Wukong declared, "In that case, I'll head back. Take care, Sage!"
After Tongtian nodded, Sun Wukong hesitated no longer and headed straight for Wuzhuang Temple.
Although he had failed to bring the Sage out this time, there was no disappointment on Sun Wukong's face.
After all, the Sage had already intervened, so this matter would naturally be easier to resolve.
More importantly, that Zhen Yuanzi from earlier was actually not a native of the Primordial World, but a Transmigrator too...
Time slowly passed.
Only after roughly an hour did Sun Wukong return to Wuzhuang Temple and meet Zhen Yuanzi again.
Tang Sanzang and the others were initially delighted to see Sun Wukong arrive. But when they realized he was alone, with no sign of Saint Tongtian, their faces instantly fell in disappointment.
"Wukong, what happened?"
"Why didn't the Sage come? Does he really refuse to help us?"
"We're truly finished this time! If even the Sage won't help us, all that awaits us is death!"
"We're dead! We really are dead this time!"
At this sight, Tang Sanzang and the others immediately began wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves.
They were truly afraid.
After all, with their systems, they would not have feared an ordinary opponent.
But faced with this Ancestor of Earth Immortals, a genuine peak Quasi-Saint, they did not even have a chance to escape.
What could they do?
Meanwhile, Zhen Yuanzi had long known