Bajie and Sha Wujing each held to his own view, leaving Wukong deeply troubled.
Bajie valued affection and loyalty, and there was nothing wrong with what he said.
Sha Wujing did not share Bajie's deep bond with the demons, so it was only natural that he distrusted their words.
But that left Wukong in a difficult position.
The two sides remained locked in a stalemate.
Heavenly King Li and the other gods had come to help him. By reason, he ought to subdue the demons.
The Bull Demon King and the other demons were his sworn brothers. By sentiment, he ought to withdraw and keep his promise.
Had this been in private, it would have been easier to find an excuse and beg off.
But now, under everyone's eyes, whatever choice he made would be difficult beyond measure.
Wukong fretted, unable to make up his mind.
The gods spoke earnestly.
The demons spoke sincerely.
Wukong's Golden Eyes darted back and forth. He wished he could split himself in two.
Above the Nine Heavens, Celestial Worthy Jade Emperor sat high in Lingxiao Hall, suppressing a smile as he waited for Qianliyan and Wind-Following Ear to return with their report.
On the battlefield, just as the fighting reached its fiercest and the choice its most difficult, Wukong did not know where to turn or what to decide.
Suddenly, a rider came galloping from afar in a cloud of dust.
On this battlefield of gods and demons were a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers, tens of thousands of demons, and the Heavenly Net, amid the wails of gods and ghosts.
A figure of mortal flesh came galloping on horseback, calling from afar, "Wukong! Wuneng! Wujing! Why aren't you hurrying to follow your master westward?"
Wukong's eyes widened at the words.
Below, Tang Sanzang rode