When Tathagata Buddha's palm pressed down, the entire time and space of the three realms seemed to freeze.
Wuzhi Mountain descends from the sky. It is not an ordinary mountain, but a holy vessel of heaven that embodies five hundred years of Buddhism's merits, the origin of the five elements of heaven, and the wishes of hundreds of millions of believers. Before the mountains arrived, the pressure came first - the Huaguo Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou withered instantly, the rivers in Nanfanbuzhou flowed backwards, the Buddhist temples in Xiniuhezhou rang at the same time, and the demons in Luzhou in Beiju shivered.
Sun Wukong was pressed in the middle.
He knelt on one knee, and the golden cudgel was inserted three feet away from his side. There were already cracks in the body of the cudgel. The chain-locked golden armor was in pieces, the purple-gold crown with phoenix wings was crooked, and the lotus-root silk steps were sunk deep into the soil. But he still held his head high, staring at the giant golden Buddha in the clouds with his fiery eyes.
"Tathagata!" Sun Wukong roared, his voice penetrated the thirty-third heaven, "I don't accept it!"
