Sun Wukong wore a prison uniform and huddled miserably in the Heavenly Prison. Only yesterday, he had been a majestic Heavenly Marshal, yet now he was a suspect of the Heavenly Court. It was a sight that could not help but stir a sigh.
All of Sun Wukong's magical power had been sealed. He looked as though he had suffered brutal torture and lay at death's door in the Heavenly Prison.
A flea hopped into the heavily guarded Heavenly Prison, then into Sun Wukong's ear, saying, "Sigh, why wouldn't you listen? Well, look at you now-a prisoner!"
"I told you, your origin lies with the Demon Race. The beings here can't be trusted. This is where it gets you."
Sun Wukong had once brimmed with spirit, but now his voice carried a deathly despair. "Did you come... to laugh at me?"
"Uh, no! Quite the opposite! I'm here to save you!"
Sun Wukong gave him a contemptuous look and held out a hand. "Save me? Fine! Go ahead!"
The sound startled the flea into a shudder, and he spluttered furiously, "You stupid monkey... keep your voice down... someone will notice us!"
Faced with Sun Wukong, who still did whatever he pleased, the flea said helplessly, "I don't know what to do with you. Listen to me!"
"As long as you join the Demon God Society, we'll help you! We'll let you advance to a higher realm, and even if the Laniakea Universe is destroyed someday, you can live in the Demon Realm! How about it?"
Sun Wukong remained unmoved. "Why me?"
"Because you're special. Your origin lies in the Demon Realm, but you were born in Laniakea. And your true form is a monkey, so you count as a member of the Demon Race! Neither universe's will rejects you."
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