Looking at the forest before him, Sun Wukong let out a gentle sigh, and then summoned the Wasteland Soil Number Three of the World Suppressing Stele. Cradling the Wasteland Soil Stele in one hand, Sun Wukong slowly sat down on the spot and placed the Stele in front of him. He turned to glance at the little monkey and saw a solemn expression on its face; sealing off such a vast area must not be an easy task, even for a Realm Spirit like him.
Turning his head back, he took a deep breath and then his right hand suddenly struck down on the Stele in front of him. The force of the palm was great, yet the Stele did not move in the slightest. However, very quickly on the backside of the Stele, where the Great Formation of the celestial stars was carved, a light began to flicker. Then, one hundred and eight stars lit up, and from each of the illuminated stars, a fine stream of sand began to flow and suspend in mid-air, continuously changing shapes.
