This won't do.
The monkey doesn't respect fate; if he corrupts the chosen ones of destiny, then what the hell is the point?
How could all the hard work in cultivating destiny be spoiled by a monkey, rendering it a fruitless endeavor, essentially preparing a dowry for another?
The consciousness of the Heavenly Dao felt extreme discomfort, as the brewing thunder surged in an instant, continuously gathering strength, layering upon itself, and bursting forth towards a higher realm.
It knew that, with current limitations, ordinary thunder could no longer trouble the monkey in the slightest, so it could only stack layers upon layers to make the thunder even stronger; perhaps only then might it be possible to injure him.
Yes, to injure, but not to kill. Even the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao wasn't completely certain it could kill Sun Wukong; the thought hadn't even crossed its mind.
