In the forbidden grounds, Wenlong helped Old Sun mend his soul. With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner at hand, repairing a soul was hardly difficult.
Besides, Wenlong had prepared all the necessary materials for him well in advance. With his superb medical skills, it was only a matter of spending some time.
Everything proceeded smoothly and methodically as he cast his spells. Old Sun sat motionless on the ground, though pain occasionally crossed his face.
As his soul slowly merged with his original body, some discomfort was inevitable. Nothing could be done about that. Only once it had fully integrated into his body would he feel better.
Meanwhile, in the Great Thunderclap Monastery, a bald man hurried in. "Ancestor, something terrible has happened! That unruly monkey's spirit and soul have begun slowly dissipating!"
"Alas, he has an expert backing him. We must not underestimate those Daoists anymore." A tall figure, his back turned, sighed quietly.
Afterward, the great hall fell silent again, and the bald man withdrew without another word.
Back in the forbidden grounds, after thoroughly putting Old Sun's spirit and soul in order, Wenlong also sat down to meditate and recover.
An unknown amount of time passed before Old Sun slowly awoke. He glanced around, flecks of golden light shining in his eyes.
Then he sprang up, hovering above the immortal herbs. Thunder instantly erupted, its rumbling ringing out without end.
Startled awake from his recovery meditation, Wenlong immediately set up sound-isolating arrays for Monkey Sun and Number Three.
He knew Old Sun feared neither lightning nor fire and water. But he had never imagined that even the level-ten Heavenly Tribulation Array held no terror for him.
An ordinary person, even one at the ninth level of the Infinite Realm, would have to weigh carefully whether they could