In the night sky, a firefly fluttered its wings and slowly landed on Anna Yang's fingertip.
She gazed at that faint glow, a rare, serene smile appearing on her face.
Skyhowl and Skypride, standing guard nearby, furrowed their brows and exchanged a silent glance.
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“The more a weapon is tempered, the sharper it will be when drawn. All suffering, in that moment, will become strength for battle...”
Within Crescent Star Cave, Master Sage Subhuti still wore a calm expression.
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Netherworld.
Amid wild, frenzied roars, Monkey hurled himself recklessly against the shield of the formation.
A shockwave tinged with white light rippled out from the Hall of Life and Death, sweeping instantly across the world.
All things around were gradually warped by the high concentration of spiritual energy.
He howled, roared, and wailed with heart-rending cries, pressing forward step by step, each step spent with all his might.
Even if he forgot the whole world, he would never forget her. This was the last line the monkey would defend to his death.
Amid the shifting lights and shadows, his gaze, his heart, his face—everything—was twisted out of shape by the corrosive killing qi. Yet he still persisted.
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In the Thirty-Three Heavens, Lord Lao could only smile bitterly in resignation.
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On the Eastern Sea shore, a tall ship was docked at the bank.
Inside the cabin, the Four Dragon Kings and their families were all gathered.
In the center sat a bronze mirror, projecting the image of Monkey’s ferocious face in the Netherworld.