"Pills!"
As the golden light shot towards him and entered his brow, Sun Wukong felt waves of despair.
However, the intense pain and death he had anticipated did not occur; his consciousness was merely drawn into the spiritual platform.
"What's going on now?"
Sun Wukong was completely bewildered, unable to grasp the situation, and saw everything in the spiritual platform was as usual except for a strand of golden hair floating beside the Black Monkey Rune Seal.
"Eh?"
"It looks so familiar!"
Indeed, it was familiar because Sun Wukong had seen it not long ago.
He had caught a glimpse of it when the old monkey was killed, and he had thought it was an illusion at the time. He never expected such golden hair to actually exist.
"So..."
"Is this a strand of the Great Saint's own hair?"
With this thought, Sun Wukong was suddenly filled with inexplicable delight.
If it really was a strand of the Great Saint's hair, then it surely contained a new Divine Skill.
