西游9Journey to the West: This Monk Doesn't Want to Fetch the Scriptures скачать в хорошем качестве

西游9Journey to the West: This Monk Doesn't Want to Fetch the Scriptures

Chapter Seven Hundred and Ten: A Glimpse of True Love Upon hearing the long-awaited title of Master and gazing at the familiar figure of Sun Wukong, Tang Yu felt a surge of excitement that caused him to tremble slightly. He opened his mouth, and after a moment's pause, managed to utter, It is wonderful that you are back. His hand gently caressed Sun Wukong's head. Regarding his three disciples, he had initially harbored feelings of reluctance and even considered not accepting them, all in pursuit of accruing fortune. However, as time passed, these three disciples occupied a significant place in his heart. Now, witnessing the long-lost Wukong's return, a wave of emotion welled up in Tang Yu's eyes. Sun Wukong rose, a subtle smile gracing his lips. Almost instinctively, he sensed a terrifying wave of energy emanating from Tang Yu, causing him to exclaim in astonishment, Master, you have reached the Saint realm! Indeed, it was the realm of Saints. Yet, the aura surrounding Tang Yu was more formidable than any Saint he had encountered. Despite Tang Yu's efforts to suppress his energy, Wukong could still perceive the immense, tumultuous power surging within him, akin to an ocean. This power was unmatched. Having just merged the Four Seasons, Wukong already felt the apocalyptic force within him. Yet at that moment, Tang Yu’s restrained aura instilled a profound sense of dread. Tang Yu appeared momentarily taken aback, then casually placed his hand behind his back and remarked nonchalantly, Oh, it’s merely stepping into the Saint realm. It’s nothing of great significance. The onlookers stared at him in disbelief, their lips twitching at the absurdity of his words. Sun Wukong inhaled sharply. When Tang Yu had broken through, he had lost consciousness, embracing Zixia tightly, prepared to face death. Now, witnessing his master, who had ascended to the Saint realm, speak so lightly of it, Wukong felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. In the Three Realms henceforth, no one and nothing would ever cause you distress, Tang Yu reassured him, patting Wukong’s shoulder. Pursue your desires freely, for I am here to support you, do you understand? Wukong nodded, momentarily lost in thought, then looked at Tang Yu with a complicated expression. Zixia... Tang Yu turned to Houtu, who smiled gently, and with her guidance, Sun Wukong found himself back in the nineteenth layer of Hell. The heart continued to beat robustly, radiating vibrant life. Upon witnessing this scene, Wukong’s eyes glistened with tears. It’s alright, it’s alright, he murmured. She will be back soon. Houtu smiled reassuringly. Sun Wukong's return was undoubtedly a joyous occasion for Tang Yu. As the conversation progressed, Wukong learned that the Kingdom of All Demons was currently under the temporary governance of Lai Ge. He stood in shock, his face a mask of disbelief. The former leader of the Buddhist sect in the West was now among the demons in the lower realms, residing within his own Kingdom of All Demons. Even Tang Yu could envision the scenario unfolding. Despite Lai Ge's position in the Kingdom of All Demons, he was merely a temporary steward.