"I've found it."
A voice emerged.
As it did, the Sky-opening Axe in Sun Wukong's hand vanished.
Sun Wukong looked towards the depths of Chaos.
There, a figure appeared, shining brilliantly, illuminating billions of miles, all living beings unable to discern his features.
He stood there, mysterious as the ocean; upon closer inspection, it seemed as if the sun and the moon were revolving ceaselessly around him, stars rising and collapsing, with all three thousand worlds enveloped within.
The Sky-opening Axe rested within his palm, as silent as a piece of dead stone.
That was the Venerable.
He gently squeezed the Sky-opening Axe, and cracks appeared on it.
But before it shattered, the Venerable released his grip.
"This is a hidden danger."
The Venerable absorbed the Sky-opening Axe into his body.
Even if the Sky-opening Axe was destroyed, someone would make it again after countless centuries.
Thus, it was better to take it into his keeping.
