After the illusionary realm disappeared, Fu Xi's soul appeared in front.
Sun Wukong looked towards him.
Fu Xi stood there, tears sliding down his face.
"How could I forget... how could I ever forget..."
His voice was filled with regret and sadness.
Sun Wukong walked over, knowing that this memory was also a tremendous shock for Fu Xi.
"Fu Xi."
Sun Wukong spoke, "Now is not the time to cry."
Fu Xi turned to look at him.
"Get up, fight alongside me."
Sun Wukong said.
Fu Xi shook his head.
"No."
He spoke, "Leave now!"
"Why?"
Sun Wukong asked.
Fu Xi did not reply; suddenly, a light appeared in front of Sun Wukong.
In an instant, the light transformed into a whirlpool, ejecting Sun Wukong.
In the sky, clouds gathered densely as Sun Wukong's Divine Soul returned to his body.
He looked forward, seeing Fu Xi's body glowing with red patterns, watching him with a cold smirk.
"You think you are clever."
