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But Wukong fell asleep and, to his surprise, had a dream.
A lengthy dream, with thousands of scenes fluttering before his eyes, depicting his entire life.
When Wukong awoke, he realized that the sky had already darkened. Xuan Ming was toying with a seven-colored orchid as though she were an ordinary woman, not a Heavenly Dao Saint who had reached the pinnacle of this world.
Wukong stretched lazily and said, "I've slept for quite a long time. Ever since I escaped from under Tathagata's hand, I've hardly ever slept soundly again. This, perhaps, is also a form of transcendence."
