A night passed without words.
The two demons quietly cultivated, digesting the insights gained in the daytime, feeling that they had learned a great deal.
Sun Wukong's true body had advanced, having reached the mid-stage of the fifth rank, which constituted a qualitative improvement.
The old turtle's demon body also advanced, to the mid-stage of the fourth rank, equivalent to ten years of secluded cultivation, finally tasting the sweetness of success.
"If we do this every day, won't we quickly reach perfection?" the old turtle whimsically proposed.
Sun Wukong shook his head slightly and said, "We can only do this temporarily, not everyone is willing to fight so desperately and have the guts to provoke the Heavenly Dao."
The old turtle thought about it and spoke no more.
