"No——!!!" Sun Wukong closed his eyes tightly, but tears of blood burst out from the corners of his eyes, and he let out a heart-rending, soul-piercing roar! It was not only a sound, but also a scream of severe pain as a piece of soul was forcibly cut out!
He could "feel" that the master who would nag, be afraid, and be stubborn, who would secretly save dry food for him, who would burst into tears when he was "injured", who would unconditionally trust "Wukong"... That real, warm, Tang Monk who held the last softness in his heart... Was irrevocably and completely dissipated, turning into the most original light and thought, and infusing the cold list of gods.
"Master——!!!"
The light lasted for an unknown length of time, maybe for a moment, maybe for eternity.
The List of Gods is still suspended in place, but the originally dark golden body has become crystal clear at this moment, like the finest crystal. There are countless tiny golden light spots inside, slowly flowing, rising and dispersing like a galaxy. A huge, pure, but no longer restrained soul power, but filled with the aura of liberation, freedom, and returning to the original source. Like a silent tide, it spreads gently and firmly toward the endless underground palace, even penetrating space, and toward the entire three realms, centered on the list of gods.
Every spot of light seemed to correspond to the name of a once-bound true spirit on the list of gods. At this moment, the shackles are gone, they are returning to freedom and transforming into heaven and earth.
But Tang Monk... The place was empty.
There was only an old, starched and white brocade cassock, which seemed to have lost all support, falling lightly and slowly from mid-air...
