Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 902 - 787: The Recast Jingu Bang
Chapter 902 -787: The Recast Jingu Bang
Sun Wukong actually did not hope for his master and junior brothers to also get involved, but after a moment’s thought, he realized he had quite a significant assurance this time. Even if they went along, it would only be a thrilling but harmless journey. Now, he himself was at the same level as the Primordial Honor. Often, it’s only when one reaches a certain realm that one realizes how narrow one’s previous perspectives were. Just like present Sun Wukong, who only now understood that the Primordial Honor’s defeating him without suspense was not accidental. Even if he were given a hundred chances, the only outcome would be being defeated by the Primordial Honor a hundred times.
But things are now different; Sun Wukong has completely absorbed the spirit from the Three Spirits Flower. Although he successfully fused the Three Spirits Flower into his body before, he hadn’t absorbed it, so Sun Wukong’s cultivation hadn’t skyrocketed; he was still at the Heavenly Venerate’s Peak. Now, the spirit contained within the two fused Three Spirits Flowers has been fully activated by the Elixir Spirit Pill, and with Tang Sanzang’s help, it has become part of his soul and essence.
Fortunately, Sun Wukong only absorbed a part of it; otherwise, if he absorbed all the spirit, he would no longer be himself. Only the spirit transcended by Transcendence Bloom can allow Sun Wukong to absorb without any fear. Initially, the Pioneer created a furnace full of nine Elixir Spirit Pills, intending to resurrect and fuse with Little Monkey before swallowing the Elixir Spirit Pill to refine Little Monkey. This was the perfect absorption. However, due to absorbing too much nature’s spiritual energy during the creation of the Elixir Spirit Pill, it transformed into human shape upon emerging and ultimately betrayed the Pioneer.
“Senior Brother, this time, you mustn’t go alone. If you’re killed again, us old pigs won’t be able to save you.” Zhu Bajie emerged from a place resembling a mountain hollow, carrying the Nine-Toothed Rake as he walked and spoke. Although Zhu Bajie had just fought a big battle, he showed no signs of injury. Not only him, but even Sha Wujing and the White Dragon both had all their injuries healed, with their conditions recovering to their peak.
This is the final capability of the Transcendence Bloom. Tang Sanzang, to ensure his disciples could fight in their optimal state, divided the Transcendence Bloom into five parts, merging each into the five individuals, not only healing and restoring their injuries and energy but also providing them with a Transcendence Shield that could withstand five attacks. This was the final act that Tang Sanzang could accomplish. Without the Transcendence Bloom, he was actually no different from Zhibei. It could be said that the Transcendence Bloom was his only offensive means, but its significance to Tang Sanzang was far greater than that.
Sun Wukong and the others naturally knew this but none of them said much. Some things needn’t be spoken. With the tacit understanding between master and disciples, saying anything was unnecessary. The White Dragon and Sha Wujing both approached Sun Wukong, flexing their bodies. As Sun Wukong looked at his three junior brothers, suddenly his courage surged. No matter the Primordial Honor, as long as his brotherhood was present, there was no enemy they couldn’t defeat, no hardship they couldn’t overcome. Furthermore, he had to win this battle; no one could die anymore. If everyone in the Fallen Tomb perished, there would be no future for this Fang Universe. Sun Wukong knew the existence of the extraterrestrial battlefield. If, when the next terrestrial battlefield opened, there was no one to face it from their universe, they would have to withstand attacks from other universes, and that would be cosmos-level battles where failure meant the entire universe would cease to exist.
Sun Wukong took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Then casually, he reached into his ear, only to freeze shortly after. It was then he remembered that the Jingu Bang was broken. During his battle with the Primordial Honor, the Jingu Bang was cut by the Primordial Honor’s Myriad Blood Halberd while protecting him, causing Sun Wukong’s heart to ache at the thought of the Jingu Bang.
Unnaturally retracting his hand, “Senior Brother, catch,” Sun Wukong’s somewhat dim expression lifted upon hearing White Dragon’s voice. He immediately raised his head to see a golden object flying toward him. Sun Wukong instinctively reached out to catch it, then froze. “Jingu Bang? But wasn’t the Jingu Bang already broken?” What landed in Sun Wukong’s hands was the Jingu Bang. As he slowly traced the familiar patterns and familiar feeling on the Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong suddenly felt an unreal sensation.
“Senior Brother, Second Brother had Little Lei melt White Dragon’s Golden Dragon Horn to piece it together. Then, using the smelted Golden Seal, reforged the Jingu Bang anew. Hurry up, and give it a try to see if it’s just like before. Us three clumsy ones fear we didn’t do well, and you might find it unsuitable,” Sha Wujing was already beside Sun Wukong, looking at the Jingu Bang. His tone was very earnest, without any hint of claiming credit, showing he was genuinely worried whether the Jingu Bang forged by them was suitable for Sun Wukong.
Looking at his three junior brothers and then turning to his master, Sun Wukong’s tears couldn’t help but start flowing. “Senior Brother, don’t just stand there! Try it out; if it’s not right, I still have a golden tree here, we can reforge it once more.” Sun Wukong’s throat choked, unable to speak. There’s nothing more joyful than regaining something lost, especially when it’s always been by your side, yet you’ve overlooked it. Nodding his head, Sun Wukong leapt into the air, seemingly to vent the excitement in his heart. Sun Wukong shouted, “Ruyi Jingu Bang, grow for me!” As soon as Sun Wukong’s words fell, Jingu Bang grew massively with the wind, extending nearly a kilometre. Sun Wukong laughed loudly in mid-air, then mustering divine power in his arms, he swung the thousand-meter-long Jingu Bang, directly slamming onto a valley peak.
The mountain peak was immediately smashed in half. Retrieving the Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong flipped his body and landed back on the ground. With Jingu Bang on his shoulder, Sun Wukong laughed heartily: “Perfect, perfect. I’ve always felt Jingu Bang was getting lighter, but now it’s just right. Moreover, it’s much more powerful than before. In a confrontation with the Primordial Honor’s Myriad Blood Halberd, the Jingu Bang would suffer no damage. Though the Artifact Spirit seems not to have recovered, it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s alive, it will grow eventually.” Just now, Sun Wukong sensed the Jingu Bang’s Artifact Spirit in a semi-dormant state, indicating that the damage dealt by the Myriad Blood Halberd wasn’t so easily restored.
The ability of Jingu Bang to grow and shrink at will is due to the Artifact Spirit. If the Artifact Spirit were to fully slumber, Jingu Bang would lose its ability to size-shift. “Glad it’s suitable. By the way, Senior Brother, let’s head out, hurry and find that old Primordial Honor guy. Let me whip him a few times with my Rake,” Sun Wukong chuckled and replied, “No rush, no rush, that Primordial Honor can’t escape. How about your Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon, aren’t you going to take it?”
As soon as Sun Wukong mentioned it, Zhu Bajie immediately realized: “No wonder I felt something was missing. Master, Senior Brother, wait for me a moment.” Saying this, he dashed away with his Nine-Toothed Rake.
Before long, Zhu Bajie returned, happily carrying something akin to a large watermelon, the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon. Once Zhu Bajie arrived, Sun Wukong solemnly said, “Master said earlier, and indeed, I have lied.”
