"It's a pity that this one is useless."

Sun Wukong thought to himself that this Buddhist bead was shattered so hard in the war in the Three Realms that the immortal soul was left and could not be repaired.

It seemed that he knew what he was thinking.

The egg body glowed again, and things kept falling down in the void, pouring on the Buddhist beads.

The broken Buddhist beads began to recover quickly.

Sun Wukong looked at this scene in surprise.

In the Three Realms, Zhenyuan Daxian was drinking tea with satisfaction.

"The seven disciples finally learned to be smart and prepared such a special tea for me."

He thought, not knowing what kind of tea it was, but it also had a sense of revenge when it tasted.

"Gulugulu."

Zhenyuan Daxian took two more sips.

"Um?"

He seemed to suddenly hear something ringing behind him.

Zhenyuan Daxian turned his head.

"What a big hole!"

A shrill scream sounded at Wuzhuangguan.
Chapter completed!