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"I've realized."
The Iron-faced Demon King replied, his voice hoarse to the extreme, devoid of life.
He was none other than the Supreme Heaven Great Sage of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, Sun Wukong, but he was now devoid of his former peerless arrogance.
"Oh? Realized what?" Tathāgata asked.
The grand hall of the Leiyin Buddha Temple lay silent, with no sound of wind, only the faint breathing of Sun Wukong.
After a moment of silence, Sun Wukong answered, "It's that I'm too weak."
Tathāgata frowned slightly and rebuked, "To be fixated on power is to ultimately lose one's purpose. Do you have nothing else in your heart but power?"
Sun Wukong remained silent, the iron mask covering his face, making it impossible to see his expression.
