Outside world.
At the intersection of metal and earth, Sun Wukong sat cross-legged, continuously refining his demon body.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and strewn about were the severed limbs and mutilated remains of the Demon Buddha, along with various red and white innards.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a mysterious force emanated, enveloping the scene and covertly absorbing all the vital essence from the air and the ground.
As the density of the blood in the air gradually thinned and the smell began to fade, Sun Wukong sensed that something was amiss and opened his golden eyes.
As two beams of golden light shot out, the concealed presence suddenly became apparent—or perhaps, it simply no longer hid, revealing its true form directly.
In the space, there was a strange fierce beast resembling a qilin, covered in black scales and bound by countless blood-red threads, greedily absorbing the bloodiness around it.
