"The way of the Saint, has long transcended everything."
Sun Wukong understood in his heart that, throughout his life, he might never reach the place where Saints now reside.
If even the Holy Land was something Saints could detach from, how could they care about the myriad of worlds beneath it?
They were but indifferent dust in the midst of their war.
Sun Wukong gripped the Jingu Bang, quickening his pace.
The hue of blood grew thicker, and Sun Wukong was nearing the place where he first arrived at the Holy Land.
But before him, the flames were boundless, sweeping across the high sky—the Blood Sea had long been obscured by the flames of Saints' wars, leaving no path of return.
Some divine beings leaping up from the Blood Sea were tainted with flames capable of burning souls, igniting instantly, reduced to ashes and obliterated.
Such flames were irresistible by any; no matter how mighty, once touched by it, one would perish with body and Tao destroyed.
