"Ancestral Buddha, that Demon Monkey Sun Wukong has indeed fallen into the Endless Abyss, enveloped by spatial thunder,"
a hint of satisfaction at vengeance prevailed in the eyes of Ran Deng Buddha as the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. Guanyin Bodhisattva had a faint movement at her brow center, and a fleeting, unusual divine light flashed through her eyes.
"Certain death, no life?"
Tathagata Buddha pondered, his right hand composing a Dharma Decree, calculating. After a moment, he slightly shook his head, "Still can't deduce, the life trajectory of that Demon Monkey Sun Wukong is not within the trajectory of fate, his life and death cannot be predicted."
"Cannot be predicted? Are you saying that Demon Monkey is still alive? How is this possible? Under the bombardment of spatial thunder, there has never been anyone who has survived!"
