West Sea, as calm as a mirror.
"Great Saint."
Ao Moang said to Sun Wukong, "Is this place suitable?"
"Yes."
Sun Wukong nodded, then soared high into the sky.
He looked down at the West Sea and then cast a spell, creating a gigantic barrier that stretched thousands of kilometers.
"Leave this place."
Sun Wukong landed on the sea surface and said to Ao Moang.
He was well-versed in the Immortal Book and knew countless Immortal Laws. Now, he aimed to simplify complexity.
Sun Wukong had found a method within the Talismanic Diagrams and Records, but under the precondition that he must transform Immortal Law into practice, observing and deducing from reality.
In short, he needed a place to cast his spells.
The West Sea was his chosen site.
After Ao Moang left, Sun Wukong pulled out Monkey Hairs, transforming them into countless copies of himself.
"Go."
Sun Wukong commanded, and these Sun Wukongs flew into the sky, each beginning to cast their own spells.
