Great Demon Sun Wukong

Upon seeing those ten characters, Sun Wukong felt as if struck by lightning. Though it was merely ten characters, the shock they brought to Sun Wukong was unparalleled. "Flower Fruit Mountain, a blessed land; Water Curtain Cave Heaven." In this world, there was no one more familiar with these ten characters than Sun Wukong. In fact, he was even more familiar with these words than with himself.

It was Sun Wukong who initially leaped through that waterfall and discovered the Water Curtain Cave. Since then, the Monkey Tribe was sheltered from the wind and protected from the rain. So, the appearance of these ten characters here, could it mean that the mountain before him was Flower Fruit Mountain? That waterfall, was it the Water Curtain Cave?

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But how could this be possible? Wasn’t Flower Fruit Mountain destroyed by the Tathagata? At that time, Tathagata thought he had the upper hand and wouldn’t have lied to himself. He said he had obliterated Flower Fruit Mountain, and so he had.

Afterwards, when Sun Wukong went to Heaven to fetch a branch from the osmanthus tree for Zhu Bajie and took a detour to see Flower Fruit Mountain on his way back, even though he knew that Flower Fruit Mountain most likely no longer existed, his heart still harbored a sliver of hope.

However, when Sun Wukong returned to Flower Fruit Mountain, he found that where Flower Fruit Mountain once stood, there was now only a massive crater. The charred earth clearly indicated it had been blasted by great magical power.

All of this proved that Flower Fruit Mountain no longer existed. Sun Wukong, who had already given up hope, was suddenly filled with immense anticipation. If this place was truly his Flower Fruit Mountain, then it was very likely that his monkeys were alive. As long as Flower Fruit Mountain remained, his chances of making a comeback became much greater.

It took quite a while before Sun Wukong, with one hand pointing at Flower Fruit Mountain, managed to say anything. Sun Wukong dared not ask; he feared if the answer was not what he wished for, he wouldn’t be able to withstand a second blow. This was also the reason why Sun Wukong was reluctant to use his fiery eyes to investigate, for if they showed him only illusions, then, what should he do?

Yet, despite his fear to ask, Sun Wukong could not suppress the tumult of doubts in his heart. So even though his hand was raised, his mouth could not utter a single word.

Seeing this, the Aquatic Tribe member merely smiled and said, "Great Saint, this place is indeed your Flower Fruit Mountain. Absolutely untouched and guaranteed genuine!"

In an instant, Sun Wukong moved at a speed that almost tore through time, appearing before the Aquatic Tribe member and forcefully grasping his arm. His voice trembled with excitement as he said, "What did you say? This, this is truly my Flower Fruit Mountain? Where are my monkey children? And all the demons on the mountain?

If you dare to deceive me, I’ll kill you, even at the cost of destroying the Water System Divine Stone."

At this moment, Sun Wukong’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was overwhelmed with emotion. Anyone in his place, would probably be even more devastated.

The thought of his tribe, long believed to be extinct, and Flower Fruit Mountain, thought to be leveled to the ground, had utterly dashed his hopes; now, they were rekindled with excitement and hope, making Sun Wukong nearly incapable of controlling his own emotions.

"Great Saint, please be patient, everything is true. Your monkeys are safe, just not here at the moment. But they are all fine. For details, please follow me. The tribal elders will explain everything to you. Now, please remain calm and accompany me to settle our group’s leader first.

Everything will be properly explained to you, Great Saint."

Although Sun Wukong was burning with impatience, he also knew that Flower Fruit Mountain was right here and wouldn’t suddenly disappear. Since the Aquatic Tribe member said his monkeys were fine, then they must be. At this stage, it was unlikely they would deceive him.

What mattered now was to quickly take care of Eight-Gods Flame; if they lingered too long, his injuries might affect his future cultivation.

With these thoughts, Sun Wukong took a deep breath, calming his agitated emotions. "Fair enough, I’ve been too excited. Let’s take Eight-Gods Flame back first. It’s useless to be in such a rush at this point."

The Aquatic Tribe member gave a slight nod and carried Eight-Gods Flame, flashing around half of Flower Fruit Mountain in a few moments. Initially, it was supposed to be both of them carrying Eight-Gods Flame, but his own excessive excitement caused him to neglect Eight-Gods Flame, which was somewhat excessive. Shaking his head, Sun Wukong hurriedly followed.

This Ice City, guarded by the Aquatic Tribe for millions of years, was riddled with powerful and terrifying restrictions. Although Sun Wukong was undaunted, he did not wish to unnecessarily complicate things. Thus, he closely followed the Aquatic Tribe member’s footsteps, heading towards the back of the mountain.

As Sun Wukong walked past Flower Fruit Mountain, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he gasped in astonishment at the sight before him. What appeared was a giant Ice Tower nearly as tall as Flower Fruit Mountain itself. The entire Ice Tower was conical in shape, its color a dark bluish-black, clearly resulting from extreme compression of ice.

You see, ordinary ice blocks in the Mortal World are transparent or white, and the coldest ice at most takes on a milky hue with a touch of blue. That is the millennium cold ice of the Mortal World.

Ice from the Immortal Realm, however, is classified as light green, dark green, light blue, dark blue, purple, and black. Black ice represents the pinnacle of ice. It is infinitely close to the extreme cold that this world can accommodate. If it were any colder, it would no longer belong to this world and would automatically ascend to another realm.

So when Sun Wukong saw that the entire Ice Tower was a deep purple, with hints of turning black, his astonishment was understandable. Ice with such dense coldness was used to construct a tower as large as a mountain; how terrifying could the Aquatic Tribe be? Or rather, how terrifying were the demons of Ancient Times?

Looking at the current state of the Demon Clan, any demon king with a bit of cultivation was either dead or injured. Those who were alive had mostly become mounts for Buddhism. Now, only a few weak demons remained in the Demon Realm. In fact, the Demon Clan could be considered as having been exterminated. Sun Wukong was almost the only free demon king left.

The weight of the burden he carried could be imagined.

To restore the glory of the Demon Clan from ancient times was an incredibly difficult task. However, no matter how difficult, Wukong would not step back. It was his mission and his responsibility.

As long as I, Sun Wukong, am here, the Demon Clan will not perish!

Suddenly, a faint yet determined aura inadvertently emerged, causing the aquatic tribe member beside him to pause and look at Wukong, seemingly with a new appreciation.

Afterward, the aquatic tribesperson made a gesture of invitation and then walked towards the main entrance of the Ice Tower. Soon, the three of them had reached the huge main entrance. On the massive door, a couplet was inscribed:

The first line read, "Vast waters profound between heaven and earth." The second line read, "Eight-Gods Flame burning brightly, weaving illusions three thousand." When Sun Wukong looked up at the horizontal tablet, he found, to his surprise, that where one should be, there was only emptiness, with just another layer above it inscribed with several large characters: "Ice Demon Tower Warm and Cold Hall."

Noticing Sun Wukong’s confusion, the aquatic person turned to him and said, "This couplet was written by an Aquatic Tribe Saint after our tribe took refuge here. However, he left the horizontal tablet blank. He said, ’When the Demon Clan rises again, that day the horizontal tablet will appear.’ Afterward, that saint passed away."

Wukong couldn’t help but ask, "Why did the saint pass away so suddenly? Shouldn’t a saint have been immortal by then?"

"Because that saint sustained a fatal injury in the great battle before. Knowing that his life was at its end, he used the rest of his lifespan to divine for the Demon Clan, and the divination showed this couplet.

Before the saint could explain, his time had run out." After speaking, the aquatic person’s expression darkened. It seemed that the Aquatic Tribe had paid a heavy price to guard the Water System Divine Stone.

Wukong nodded in silence, unable to say anything else at the moment.

After a moment of silence, the aquatic person lifted their head again, the sadness in their eyes now gone, replaced by a faint smile. "Alright, let’s go in. After settling the Eight-Gods Flame, we will meet with the Aquatic Tribe Guardian Elder."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly. Then, he saw the aquatic person raise a hand and gently press against the void in front of the door, which then swung open with a loud boom. Without hesitation, the aquatic person walked in.

Wukong glanced back at Flower Fruit Mountain, silently vowing that once his revenge was complete, he would transform Flower Fruit Mountain into a magic treasure, a gigantic one at that. He could use it as a residence in peaceful times and as a weapon in times of war. This way, what happened this time would never repeat itself.

With that thought, Sun Wukong no longer hesitated and resolutely walked inside.

Ice Demon Tower, here I come. I hope you can reveal everything to me; do not disappoint!

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