"Excellent, excellent."
The solemn voice of the Buddha echoed through the cosmos, and a massive golden hand lifted from below, passing through the mountains, ascending to the sky dome.
The four fingers, like heavenly pillars, slowly yet swiftly rose, and a colossal Dharma Manifestation appeared behind, just as Sun Wukong transformed into golden light and was about to collide with the "卍" mark on the chest of the manifestation.
Indestructible and indomitable, none but me reigns supreme.
As soon as this manifestation appeared, Sun Wukong shuddered and immediately halted his flight, exclaiming in surprise: "Old Tathagata!"
The familiar feeling awakened long-forgotten memories, and Sun Wukong instinctively called out this name.
In response, a face as vast as the stars slowly descended.
"Wukong, you are mischievous once again."
