The vast war ignited in the sky.
It was on a scale and spectacle never seen before, overshadowing all the light in the world.
No one had ever seen such a war.
Sun Wukong presided over the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, with immortal power continuously flowing into the world in his hands.
His hands were bleeding, severely injured in the process.
"Why must it be this way."
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
Sun Wukong looked up, gazing at the distant Buddha Beads.
The voice of the Buddha Beads traversed space, reaching his ears: "You have achieved the Heavenly Dao, you can escape, why stay behind?"
"Why must you suffer like this?"
Sun Wukong asked: "Is sacrificing yourself to destroy everything worth it?"
He knew that the Buddha Beads splitting into those incarnations was akin to burning their essence blood.
He would rather burn himself than destroy the Three Realms, which perplexed Sun Wukong greatly.
"Is your master worth such sacrifice?"
He asked.
