Chapter 37

"Fortunately, fortunately."

Flying in the mid-air of the Heavenly Court, Sun Wukong patted his chest.

Don't know why, Sun Wukong could still feel the terror of Taishang Laojun.

The Sun Wukong in history had no feeling.

But knowing that he was a puppet, plus the gains from Wukong Zhuan and Journey to the West, made Sun Wukong's senses even sharper.

Whether it is the Fighting Heaven Battle Art or the Thirty-Six Transformations of Heavenly Evil, they can slowly change his own fate.

This makes Sun Wukong not appear as confused as his past self.

"It seems that at this point in time, it's still not possible." Sun Wukong pondered.

According to the story in Journey to the West, he ate so many elixirs in Tushita Palace back then, and Taishang Laojun didn't come out.

But now, he had just stepped into Tushita Palace, and the other party came out; no matter how you look at it, it's a bit different.

"It seems that the original me was indeed just a puppet in the hands of those immortals." Sun Wukong's eyes radiated light.

Only in this way would things like today happen.

"Eh, that is..."

Sun Wukong, who was flying, suddenly had his expression change slightly, and he looked up ahead; he felt an astonishing spiritual energy surging ahead.

The concentration of that spiritual energy was something Sun Wukong had never seen before.

"Flat Peach Garden."