In less than a year, Tang Sanzang had mastered the "Unity of Divine Powers" to the seventh peak level, not only surpassing the old man, but also entering the eighth level which neither the old man nor the books had recorded.
This eighth level transformed Tang Sanzang, making him surpass the limits of ordinary martial artists. He ran eight hundred miles in one breath, crossing the Black Water River.
Now, Tang Sanzang stamped his foot and shook his shoulders, confidently looking ahead and saying, "Let's go, to the Western Heaven!"
...
A night without words.
The next day, Sun Wukong came back early after his day off.
And he saw a figure, hands on a large tree, bending over at ninety degrees, mouth wide open—vomiting!
Whooshaaaa...
Not far away, the White Dragon Horse and Zhu Ganglie were pinching their noses and looking up at the sky.
Only Sha Wujing stood by, occasionally handing over a piece of paper, saying, "Master, maybe next time don't drink."
