The Old Turtle was taken aback and felt a bit amused as well, saying, "You say that, and I actually feel much better. Am I being too whatever?"
Truth be told, he did feel a lot better.
Suddenly thinking that someone else, like himself, had been betrayed by a loved one, he felt strangely balanced.
It didn't feel quite so painful anymore.
Sun Wukong curled his lip, knowing it would be like this; human weaknesses were well within his grasp.
By this time, the Illusionary Realm had already started transforming. The consciousness of Heavenly Dao occupied the Old Turtle's body, and its strength soared under Sun Wukong's arrangement, reaching the cultivation level of a Quasi-Saint, and began the straightforward drama.
When the Old Turtle's consciousness escaped and questioned the reasons, the consciousness of Heavenly Dao proudly revealed the reasons.
It turned out that it had set its sights on the Old Turtle right from the moment of his birth.
