After the Divine Thunder dissipated, peace returned to heaven and earth, and Sun Wukong slowly descended to the ground.
When he opened his eyes, purple Thunder Light burst forth, shattering the space, and fierce winds erupted wildly.
The White Bone Great Saint was the first to fly over, showing concern and a bit of trepidation as she asked, "Is it you?"
"He's already dead!"
Sun Wukong shook his head, a complex flash in his eyes that quickly vanished, turning resolute.
"Next stop, let's go to Wuzhuang Temple!"
As Sun Wukong spoke, the White Bone Great Saint shuddered slightly, filled with anticipation, yet it turned into endless loss.
She looked at Sun Wukong tenderly with soft eyes, but uttered strange words. "Yes! He's already dead, you are not him, he is not you, after all, it was just a dream."
Sandu and others did not know what she was talking about, vaguely guessing but not daring to confirm.
