Amidst vast Chaos, the Venerable lowered his head
A beam of light shot out from his fingertips, filling the heavens with divine radiance, burning through the Chaos.
In the world of Source Power, it can devour any soul.
But not this soul.
This is something no one has accomplished in billions of years.
Sun Wukong, oh how mighty and glorious he is.
"I will forge a new world."
Amidst the dazzling divine radiance, came the voice of Sun Wukong.
He shone as bright as the sun, that is the power of miracles.
The Venerable had seen countless creatures, but none could maintain their resolve in the Source Realm.
Sun Wukong is the only one.
"Even if it means death?"
The Venerable asked softly.
"Even if it means death."
Sun Wukong answered.
It was an expected answer, for it was his path, his soul.
"Amitabha."
