Great Demon Sun Wukong

As soon as Sun Wukong stepped into the Ice Demon Tower, he was once again shocked by the sight before him. The entire space seemed to stretch for tens of thousands of miles, and the central part of the tower was hollow. Looking up, a thousand miles above his head, there was a ceiling, which probably belonged to the second floor. But could it really be that huge?

Sun Wukong was utterly convinced that the Ice Demon Tower could completely cover Flower Fruit Mountain.

Before Sun Wukong had too much time to be surprised, the member of the Aquatic Tribe beckoned, signaling Sun Wukong to follow. They then climbed upwards along an ice staircase located next to the door.

The ice staircase, embedded in the wall of the Ice Demon Tower, twisted and turned, seemingly comprised of countless sections. After walking for approximately a Chinese hour, Sun Wukong quietly estimated that this must be the forty-ninth floor. Reaching this point, the Aquatic Tribe member did not continue upwards, but instead walked directly into the interior of the forty-ninth floor.

Following along the wall, they reached a door carved entirely out of fire jade, its various flame patterns seeming alive. It felt as if the flames would scorch anyone who got too close. The Aquatic Tribe member stretched out his hand to press against the void in front of the door, creating a narrow crack. Only then did the fire element creature push it open.

The instant the door opened, a rush of cold air hit them full in the face. Caught off guard, Sun Wukong was almost invaded by the cold air. He promptly actuated his entire spiritual power to prevent harm from the cold, but even so, he felt a chill rising within him. What could be so cold inside this room? Just the seeping cold air alone was this formidable.

Very soon, Sun Wukong found out. As he entered the room following the Aquatic Tribe member, his attention was immediately captured by a cold pond, bottomless and deep, exuding thin wisps of cold air, which transformed into a variety of creatures in mid-air, now a school of fish, now a spiritual turtle, full of spirituality.

All this met Sun Wukong’s eyes but appeared very different. "To think even the cold air can take shape, this cold pond is so full of spirituality, it’s probably not far from cultivating into a form," he thought.

"Great Saint, wait here for a moment; I will return shortly." After saying this, he rode the Eight-Gods Flame to the edge of the cold pond and then, astoundingly, tossed the Eight-Gods Flame into the pond.

Watching from a distance, Sun Wukong was just about to speak out when he saw the Eight-Gods Flame within the cold pond burst into a red light, which then transformed into eight distinct flames of varying sizes. Moreover, the surrounding cold air was drawn to the flames, twining into them bit by bit. The color of the flames brightened incrementally as they absorbed the cold air.

It appeared that the Eight-Gods Flame was using the cold pond to heal its life-bound strange fire, a truly rare occurrence. Ordinary people practicing fire attribute techniques normally cultivate or heal in the Extreme Fire Land. Yet, the Eight-Gods Flame did the opposite and entered the Extremely Cold Pond to recover from its injuries.

It seemed the Eight-Gods Flame’s understanding of ice and fire had reached a terrifying level. Fire turned to ice, and ice transformed back to fire, all in a single thought. If not for the extraordinary nature of the Metal System Divine Stone within himself, today it would have been he who suffered serious injury.

After the Aquatic Tribe member had settled the Eight-Gods Flame, he walked toward Sun Wukong. Upon reaching him, he bowed slightly and said, "Now for a formal introduction. My name is Shui Zhan, War General of the Aquatic Tribe, and a good brother to the Eight-Gods Flame. Although he has suffered serious injuries, he is not in grave danger. Perhaps this severe injury will even advance his cultivation.

Now, let’s go upstairs, all the answers rest at the very top."

Sun Wukong said no more, the urgency in his heart turning more intense.

Following Shui Zhan, Sun Wukong reached the central area of the Water Demon Tower, the hollowed section.

"Shortly, a golden light will descend here, and we have to fly upwards against it. However, take note that the higher we go, the stronger the resistance of the golden light, but the greater the benefits we will receive. As for what those benefits are, I will not elaborate—you will know soon enough. Remember, one must never give up, for there will not be a second chance."

Although more questions weighed in his heart, his concern for Flower Fruit Mountain and his monkey brethren clearly surpassed everything. Just then, a beam of golden light, tangible as if real, descended from above. It seemed like a golden pillar penetrating the entire Ice Demon Tower.

Sun Wukong didn’t hesitate for a second and boldly leaped in. The moment he entered the range of the golden light, a great force hit him, catching him off guard, and he was pressed down by the golden light for several meters. This caused Wukong’s face to instantly redden, as he chided himself for underestimating the golden light.

Even though the Aquatic Tribe had already warned him, he hadn’t paid much attention, relying on his sturdy body. Hence, he suffered a minor setback as soon as he entered.

However, Sun Wukong possessed the strength of a mid-level Saint and the body of a high-level Saint, so this pressure posed no real threat. Wukong exerted force through his feet and immediately stabilized his stance. Then, with a somersault in mid-air, he shot towards the depths of the golden light. He disappeared in the blink of an eye. Yet at this time, Shui Zhan did not enter the golden light.

Instead, he looked on with eyes full of hope, and then, surprisingly, turned and left.

By this time, Sun Wukong had been within the golden light for over twenty breaths, and it was only then that he started to feel the strain. He was like a carp swimming upstream, with the water’s resistance increasing the higher he swam. But he couldn’t give up; he had to keep moving forward, or all his efforts would be in vain.

Feeling the pressure gradually increase, Wukong grit his teeth and unleashed all of his spiritual power. The surging spiritual power erupted from beneath his feet, like two streams of spiritual energy flames, propelling Wukong with even greater force. The pressure around him lightened, and Wukong’s speed soared once again.

However, after the fortieth breath, Wukong felt the pressure suddenly more than double. Even with his full spiritual power being activated, his pace slowed down bit by bit, and he believed that in another five breaths, he would come to a complete stop. Looking up, he still couldn’t see the end. Wukong then produced his Wind Fire Wheels, sparing no effort this time.

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With the wheels at full power, and combined with the outpouring of spiritual energy, his speed surpassed that of earlier moments.

In this manner, the fiftieth breath, the sixtieth breath, the sixty-fifth breath, the sixty-ninth breath passed, and finally, Sun Wukong felt the pressure again. It was not just immense; it felt as though the golden light around him had solidified into substance, and possibly the most indestructible substance in the world at that. It was why there was such tremendous resistance.

Gradually, Wukong’s spiritual power began to diminish sharply.

At seventy-four breaths, he was left with half his spiritual power. At seventy-eight breaths, he had one-third remaining. At eighty-two breaths, he had only a fifth of his peak spiritual power left. Wukong knew that at this rate, he would deplete his spiritual energy and fall in a maximum of three more breaths, yet he had not reached the top.

Without reaching the top, he could not determine the whereabouts of his monkey descendants, nor understand why Flower Fruit Mountain appeared here.

He couldn’t give up, he must not give up. If push came to shove, he would risk it all. After all, he wouldn’t die, at worst he would emerge gravely injured. As long as he didn’t die, it would all be worth it.

With this thought, Sun Wukong resolutely began to mobilize the Metal Series Divine Stone within his body. Instantly, a vast amount of Metal Attribute Spiritual Power gushed out, even forming a conical spiritual energy protective shield around his body.

The spiritual power that was on the brink of exhaustion was rapidly replenished by the Metal Attribute Spiritual Power, but then a terrifying output began again. Amid this cycle of influx and efflux, Wukong felt not the slightest discomfort.

Moreover, as the Metal Attribute Spiritual Power circulated within him, it seemed that the Metal Series Divine Stone was subtly merging with him, which brought him unspeakable joy.

Ever since he acquired the Metal Series Divine Stone, he had tried every means to refine it, but the stone was exceptionally stubborn. After so long, there wasn’t the slightest sign of it melting. It only autonomously surged out vast spiritual power to ensure his safety during life-threatening moments. Eventually, Wukong managed to activate the stone and utilize the vast spiritual power it contained.

However, if the spiritual power was released for slightly longer periods, the Metal Attribute Spiritual Power would inflict severe damage on his body. That’s why Wukong had to make such a firm decision to use this power.

Somewhere deep down, Wukong felt the Divine Stone wouldn’t let him die; otherwise, it wouldn’t always save him at critical moments. That’s why he prepared himself for severe injuries before spurring it into action. But to his surprise, because he needed to expend spiritual power to fly, it helped to maintain a balance between the influx and outflow of the Metal Attribute Spiritual Power.

Wukong felt like a converter, and although running the Metal Attribute Spiritual Power for long durations would harm his veins, he inadvertently absorbed the essence of the Stone Essence.

Just as Wukong was ecstatic about potentially merging with the Divine Stone, it suddenly responded and abruptly stopped the output of spiritual power. This sudden cessation was critical; Wukong, who was initially surging upwards, abruptly froze in mid-air. Just when Wukong thought he was going to fall, a sharp pain shot through his head, and immediately after, he lost consciousness and passed out.

At that moment, in a dimly lit ice chamber, on an ice bed carved from Ice Essence, a person suddenly materialized from thin air, lying motionless on the bed, evidently having fallen unconscious. Then, an old man in a gray robe appeared as the space rippled, revealing his form.

On closer inspection, the old man had white hair and beard, yet his Divine Court was full, and his eyes were sharp and bright. Clearly, he was an extremely formidable expert. The old man hurried over to the ice bed, hastily checked for breath, and found that Wukong was just unconscious, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Then, the man unceremoniously sat down on the ground.

Then, like a child, he burst into great sobs: "Heaven has not forsaken our Demon Clan. The Aquatic Tribe has guarded this place for nearly ten million years, and it has not been in vain. The hope of the Demon Clan has truly appeared, haha. And to think that he could fly in the Primordial Purifying Light for a hundred breaths, hahaha, I suspect that his future achievements will transcend this world.

Our Demon Clan is destined to thrive!"