There Is No Zixia in the World Anymore

It was like a great hammer striking his chest.

Sun Wukong looked at the tears falling from her eyes, feeling as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

It seemed as if each drop landed directly on his heart.

It made his breathing heavy, and Sun Wukong couldn't help but take two steps back.

His heart suddenly gave a sharp, painful clench.

Why would it be like this?

He had never felt this way before.

Also, why did she seem so familiar, yet he couldn't recall her?

"It's you."

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing both blurted out in unison.

It was as if heaven and earth, all things, had faded away.

Before her eyes, only this monkey remained.

She looked at him, tears streaming down her face, a smile on her lips.

This, this was her Five-Colored Stone.

She had once placed him against her chest, carrying him up mountains and down rivers, traversing countless peaks and valleys.

She had also whispered softly to him, murmuring tenderly.

He had worn a hole in her heart.

He had absorbed her heart's blood, which was why he had gained sentience and intelligence...

It was also this monkey.

For her, he had mobilized the entire might of the Myriad Monster Nation, defying the Heavenly Court without regard for the consequences.

It was also him.

He had held her hand, soaring through the Three Realms.

And also.

Beneath that peach blossom forest, with its falling petals, he had held her hand and declared, as if making a vow.

"Zixia, you are more beautiful than these peach blossoms."

Let heaven and earth bear witness, the sun and moon be our gift, the rivers and mountains our dowry, the land our matchmaker.

"Will you be my equal, Great Sage?"

Golden silk ribbons flew into the air, eventually transforming into a single monkey hair that drifted down, landing on Sun Wukong.

Why couldn't this golden silk ribbon block even the slightest bit of Sun Wukong's power?

Because it was a defensive magic treasure he had once given her.

Just like this purple silk ribbon of his, it was a gift from her.

As the monkey hair took root and sprouted on his body, a surge of immense power spread from Sun Wukong.

Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

He was only one step away from the Quasi-Saint realm.

However, Sun Wukong's expression turned bewildered. He stood there blankly, holding the Golden Cudgel and staring at the tear-streaked face before him.

They definitely knew each other.

And Er Daizi and San Lengzi also knew White Bone Demon's true identity.

Tang Yu fell into thought.

Bai Jingjing smiled at Tang Yu, her eyes bright: "The man I love is an unparalleled hero."

Her expression seemed to say.

See, I wasn't lying earlier.

I really do have someone I love.

And he is an unparalleled hero.

Purple mist slowly began to emanate from Bai Jingjing's body. Her face, which was already as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, became even more ethereal and dreamlike.

She cast one last look at the monkey.

"Forgetting is good too; there will be no more pain."

"You must live well."

Her body completely turned into smoke and dissipated. In the place where she had stood, only a pile of white bones remained.

Within the chest of the white bones, there was a heart, beating gently.

And within the heart, there was a small hole.

It seemed to be ground in bit by bit by something.

The white bone turned into a puff of dust, drifting in the wind.

Only a single heart, it beat twice softly, then slowly shattered into pieces, lying quietly in place.

The moment Bai Jingjing vanished, Zixia filled the sky, and the heavens and earth were instantly enveloped in purple radiance.

The entire sky became dreamily beautiful.

The sun shone through the Zixia, casting down, as if gilding the world with a faint layer of purple.

But it was only for an instant; the Zixia then vanished like smoke.

"Golden morning glow, red evening glow."

"It's just that, from now on, there will be no more Zixia in this world."

Zhu Bajie looked at Sun Wukong, his eyes filled with pity, with sorrow, and with a trace of tears shimmering within them.

The last trace of Zixia illuminated Sun Wukong's face.

As if reluctant, as if lingering, it cast him one last glance.

After a long while, Sun Wukong snapped back to reality and snorted.

"Damn demon, how dare it deceive this old grandson."

But for some reason, his heart suddenly felt empty.

Looking at Sun Wukong's state, Tang Yu felt a pang of sadness.

That's right.

This monkey didn't remember.

And Bai Jingjing was dead.

Perhaps, along with Sun Wukong's blow, all their past had vanished into thin air.

Tang Yu was very curious about their past.

Er Daizi and San Lengzi must have known something, but he didn't want to ask anymore.

This Journey to the West had reached this point.

Although Tang Yu's actions had altered much of the grand momentum of Journey to the West.

They were still pawns.

Pawns in this Journey to the West Tribulation, fighting for Merit with those hypocritical gods and Buddhas.

But Tang Yu was unwilling to accept this; he would definitely break free from this game.

He now possessed the cultivation of an Earth Immortal, and with the practice of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Merit, he believed his strength would definitely grow.

At this moment, Tang Yu suddenly craved power.

He fell into thought.

He wouldn't fully trust Taishang Laojun.

Because he had a premonition that Taishang Laojun was also plotting something behind the scenes.

If there was anyone he wanted to trust, it would be Sage Tongtian.

He had already revealed something to Old Mother Lishan, so Tongtian probably knew about his identity as a variable in Journey to the West.

As for the Buddhist Sect, they were already starting to decline, basically falling in large numbers.

So, Tang Yu could disregard the Buddhist Sect for now.

And the Heavenly Court, although they hadn't made a move yet, it was because the tribulation hadn't reached them yet.

The Jade Emperor was not that simple either.

After pondering for a moment, he called out to his three disciples, "Let's be on our way." Tang Yu mounted the donkey.

The master and disciples set off again.

However, Sun Wukong kept looking back, staring at the heart that had already shattered into pieces.

As the master and disciples traveled further away.

A gust of wind blew, and the broken heart was gradually covered by a small amount of dust.

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

A small willow branch emerged from the earth.

It coiled around the shattered heart and instantly sank into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Watching the departing master and disciples, Guanyin Bodhisattva secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This tribulation was finally completed.

She headed towards the Western Heaven, preparing to report to Tathagata.

And to figure out how the next tribulation should proceed.

According to their plan, Tang Sanzang was supposed to chase Sun Wukong away during this trial.

Otherwise, the next trial wouldn't be able to proceed.

From a great distance, they could see Great Thunderclap Monastery engulfed in thick smoke and mist.

This made Guanyin Bodhisattva pause.

What was going on?

Could Great Thunderclap Monastery be on fire?

She hurried her pace, rushing towards Great Thunderclap Monastery.

Western Heaven.

Great Thunderclap Monastery.

At this moment, Tathagata Buddha, holding a cigarette, saw this scene and slapped his thigh.

"Well done, haha, it's done, finally, one trial is complete."

This trial was not easily completed.

And Sun Wukong had actually struck.

"It's done, one trial is complete."

The entire Western Heaven erupted in cheers, a scene of jubilation.

They were so excited they almost shed tears.

It had been too difficult.

The Buddha had already lost hope for this trial.

Who knew that by some twist of fate, it would actually be completed.