Fifty years later.
In late autumn, the Reincarnation Dojo also passed through the turning of spring and autumn, and the forests gradually yellowed and withered.
Luo Chen stood beside a clear stream at the foot of Coiled Mountain, guiding Sun Wukong in his cultivation.
The Great Sage, whose comprehension was extraordinary, wore a troubled expression at the moment. The sight of him scratching his ears and cheeks was a rare one indeed.
"Master, this Dao Sole Supremacy Art is truly profound and unfathomable." Sun Wukong scratched his head, feeling as though he had encountered the greatest challenge of his life.
He suddenly felt rather ashamed. He had always prided himself on his astonishing comprehension, yet he could not grasp this inherited art.
Luo Chen showed no disdain and said, "Your Dao is exceedingly compatible with the path of the ancient gods. If you can cultivate this technique to perfection, it will be enough for you to attain the Dao and become a patriarch."
"This is an inheritance that points straight to the Great Dao. Entering its gates is far more difficult than any technique you cultivated before."
As Luo Chen explained, he immediately began guiding him through the introductory method beside the stream.
Sun Wukong also reined in his scattered thoughts and began earnestly contemplating his master's teachings.
Seeing this, Luo Chen gave a slight nod. Though this monkey had been naturally unruly and carefree over the years, he had restrained himself considerably. At the very least, he no longer went around causing trouble everywhere.
With his disciple earnestly comprehending the Dao arts, Luo Chen was also delighted to expound the Dao for him. Watching his disciple grow and become stronger bit by bit filled him with a sense of accomplishment.
Several dozen days later, Sun Wukong emerged from his