A not particularly tall figure emerged from Lin Yi's body.
Finally standing before Lin Yi.
"Gr-Great Saint?!!"
Lin Yi, possessed by the five-clawed golden dragon, had an excited look in his eyes, and his voice trembled too.
"Great Saint, how are you on this human?"
"What is this?"
The nearly transparent Sun Wukong chuckled and responded.
"Ao Gui, you old thing, you still remember me, that's nice~"
"You see, now, my old Sun is nothing more than a martial soul driven by humans."
"That battle tens of thousands of years ago, my old Sun ultimately lost..."
Ao Gui's eyes reddened.
"Great Saint, even you lost?"
"Then this shackle...."
The despair in the old dragon's eyes made Sun Wukong burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, Ao Gui, you old thing."
"I did lose, but this kid did not fail!"
"Given time, he will undoubtedly supplement the fundamentals we lack and become the key to breaking the stalemate."
"Old fellow, you can rest assured."
