Great Demon Sun Wukong

"This, this, this is actually the Enlightenment Flower Rain. How is it possible, how is it possible? How can there be anyone in this world who knows the Enlightenment Flower Rain?"

Even the usually aloof Supreme Elder Lord was so frequently thrown off-balance today. If the situation weren’t so bizarre, he wouldn’t behave like this.

"Enlightenment Flower Rain? What’s that? Zhen Yuanzi, with all your extensive knowledge, do you have any idea what exactly this Enlightenment Flower Rain is?"

"The, the Enlightenment Flower Rain, it truly is the Enlightenment Flower Rain. I never expected to see it in my lifetime," Zhen Yuanzi recovered from his shock, barely able to contain his ecstatic expression, before he spoke, "This Enlightenment Flower Rain, as legend has it, occurred after Pangu exhausted his strength during the creation of heaven and earth, leading to his demise.

The Enlightenment Flower grew at Pangu’s feet while he was opening up the heavens and the earth. As the heavens and the earth gradually parted, the flower also grew taller. In the end, it reached the same grand height as Pangu himself. The process must have taken tens of millions of years, so the flower unexpectedly developed affection for Pangu.

After Pangu’s strength was drained and he fell, the flower was heartbroken and chose to end its own life force. All of its petals withered away, and the withered petals are what we now call the Enlightenment Flower Rain."

"Then what does this flower rain do?"

"The flower rain, as far as we know, has only one function, and that is enlightenment. Anyone touched by the petals will be enlightened. During the process of enlightenment, the flower bestows a baptism, which is essentially a brainwash. No matter how mighty your divine skills are, they are useless. That’s why the creatures of this world now remember Pangu the Great God.

It’s because all of creation was once enlightened by the Enlightenment Flower, so every creature in this world bears the will of the Enlightenment Flower."

"But why haven’t we been enlightened? Also, it seems that the injuries we suffered earlier have healed, and we’ve even made progress, haven’t we?" Peng Demon King, having been the most severely injured, felt this most acutely.

"Hehe, that’s because this rain of flowers was set by an old friend. That’s why the Heavenly Demon was enlightened while the rest of us healed from our injuries," he said.

"An old friend? Who has such extensive divine skills?"

Before Zhen Yuanzi could answer, the Sect Hierarch Tongtian spoke in a voice full of indignation, "Who is this formidable person? Who crippled my six-headed Heavenly Demon? Hiding your head and showing your tail."

Sect Hierarch Tongtian was truly upset. Not only was his Immortal-slaying Sword Formation broken, but he was also restrained for so long by Bodhi, which was enough for him to feel stifled. Now, to cap it all off, some mysterious powerful figure had crippled his six-headed Heavenly Demon. Hierarch Tongtian’s heart ached terribly.

No sooner had Sect Hierarch Tongtian shouted than a Golden Lotus Throne, carrying a man and a woman, drifted over from afar. The pair were quite unusual. The man was draped in a Kasaya, holding a Magic Wand, and wearing a Pilu hat. Though his attire was plain, he was exceptionally handsome.

Meanwhile, the woman beside him was breathtakingly beautiful; her every frown and smile was a delight to the eyes. Despite her beauty, she inspired no impure thoughts.

The duo were none other than Tang Monk Tang Sanzang, who once traveled to the Western Paradise for scriptures, and the King of the Kingdom of Women, the Queen of Western Liang.

Setting aside Tang Sanzang’s surprising appearance and its effect on Tongtian and Supreme Elder Lord, at this moment, Sun Wukong had reached the gates of the Jade Emperor’s Lingxiao Palace.

Just as Wukong was about to storm in, he heard a voice from behind saying, "Brother Monkey, slow down." Wukong turned to look and saw a Heavenly General charging toward him, wearing Canglong Armor, a Sky-Piercing Helmet, and Flying Cloud Shoes, his presence formidable. Without further thought, Wukong opened his mouth and said, "Well met, a most majestic Golden Armor Deity.

You’re just in time." With that, he flicked his wrist, and one end of the Jingu Bang instantly grew several dozen times larger, transforming the staff into a huge hammer. His opponent, the Golden Armor Deity, also showed his strength, suddenly brandishing a massive Wolf Fang Club with sharp spikes glistening coldly as if to puncture the sky itself.

The next moment, a thunderous boom reverberated, and even the Lingxiao Palace seemed to shake. As the dust settled, Wukong’s arm muscles had visibly swollen, his veins bulging; he was clearly exerting immense strength. The Heavenly General, however, was also in a tough spot, his eyes wide with rage and his armor cracks revealing the strain.

The force of their collision suggested that even Mount Tai could be easily ground to dust.

Appearing equally matched, they struck each other again, but with less force than before, clearly intending to use the recoil to distance themselves. Wukong flipped over with a somersault, standing on his cloud with heightened vigilance, thinking: "Where did this Golden Armor Deity come from to be so formidable? He seems to be on par with Erlang God, and perhaps even slightly stronger.

Since when did Heaven have such a stalwart that I didn’t know about?"

Though deep in thought, Wukong knew the battle must continue. He calmed the tumultuous mana inside him and readied himself for another strike when he suddenly heard the Heavenly General wail, "This is crazy, Brother Monkey, why are you still so ferocious? You’re even stronger than me now. Not even the Heaven-Supporting Giant Ape should be this exaggerated. You’ve cracked my Canglong Armor’s gauntlet.

I’m done! This is a real loss!"

Hearing the Heavenly General’s lament, which sounded almost like crying, Wukong was taken aback, then asked in absolute shock, as if he had just discovered Tang Monk drinking wine and eating meat, "You, you, you can’t possibly be Bajie, can you?"