In his grief, Sun Wukong only felt an boundless rage rushing into his mind, as if it was about to incinerate his divine consciousness in an instant. And in that moment, Sun Wukong had a feeling that if he let his anger burn away his divine consciousness, he would gain immense power. Just as Sun Wukong was contemplating whether to use this power to avenge the little fox, he suddenly heard Xi Zhao exclaim with a shock, "Monkey, the little fox isn't dead, she's fine!"
Sun Wukong's eyes snapped open, and he forcefully suppressed the longing for that power in his heart. He hurriedly looked towards the little fox, and upon seeing her, Sun Wukong burst into tears of extreme joy! It was a great euphoria of having regained what was lost. Sun Wukong had been tortured by death too many times; time and again he had watched as brothers, friends, and his master died before him, and that repeated torment had almost become unbearable for him.
