Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

The Great Emperor Zhenwu led his captives back to court, headed towards the Northern Heavenly Gate.

Sun Wukong then took Yuyan for another tour of the Northern Jambu Continent, which had less haze and foul air. He paid special attention to the children he had influenced, and, not feeling entirely assured of their safety, he called upon the local deities of each place and gave each child a golden flower, saying, "Take good care of these children. Do not help them unless their lives are in danger."

"We will strictly adhere to the Divine King's decree!"

The disciples each put away their golden flowers with joy in their eyes, for such rewards bestowed with accumulated virtue were beyond the reach of minor deities like them. They all kowtowed to Sun Wukong, swearing they would certainly not fail in their mission.

Nodding, Sun Wukong rose upon the clouds, with Yuyan on their way to Huaguo Mountain.

"Great King, you've finally come back," Ao Yun chided. "A year in retreat, and three months off playing around, you sure know how to enjoy life."

"Haha, 'Still waters run deep,'" Sun Wukong laughed it off. "Any big issues in Huaguo Mountain? Old Sun will help you out."

"There's nothing too much..." Ao Yun's gaze softened. Huaguo Mountain was peaceful and steadily progressing, with only a few complaints before Sun Wukong.

Beyond that, the conversation turned to her true form as the Responding Dragon.

"Brother, my true form of the Responding Dragon is almost fully cultivated. I possess the grand strength of gods and demons and also command the true essence of water, able to control the waters of the world."

With a flick of Ao Yun's delicate fingers, a water droplet materialized out of thin air.

Sparkling and clear.

It was the nectar from the Bodhisattva Guanyin's Jade Clean Bottle.

"As long as it's water, whether it's Heavy Water of One Yuan, this nectar, or even the Water of Three Lights, I can transform it as if by instinct."

"However, this comes at the cost of depleting my mana, and for some special divine waters, even if I exhaust all my mana, I cannot condense them."

Ao Yun appeared somewhat disheartened.

"That's a matter of realm," Sun Wukong pinched the droplet of nectar, tasted it carefully, and said, "If you can become a Heavenly Immortal, your mana would flow unceasingly. Otherwise, you can only accumulate it over time. But no matter how much you accumulate, there's always a point of exhaustion, leading to fatigue and weakness."

Becoming a Heavenly Immortal is exceedingly difficult!

Ao Yun shook her head and said, "Becoming a Heavenly Immortal is too far off for me. I'd better focus on the path under my feet."

"If that's the case, then Old Sun will just augment your mana." Sun Wukong lightly tapped Ao Yun's forehead, and powerful yet gentle mana flowed into her body like water, filling her spiritual platform and divine palace with nearly a hundred thousand years' worth of the essence of mana. He then infused her acupuncture points with ten thousand years' worth of mana.

Ao Yun's face turned red and gleamed, seemingly bloated with mana.

The mana from Sun Wukong was so pure that even Ao Yun found it overwhelming.

With this, the mana inside her could last for hundreds of millions of years; depleting it would be extremely difficult.

"Enough! Enough!"

"I can't hold any more!"

"I'm full!"

Ao Yun cried out.

Sun Wukong stopped transferring mana.

Having achieved enlightenment, he was never short of mana. Moreover, with the return of that part of his True Spirit, bringing back all that he had gained from the Heart Realm, his power was truly limitless.

Mana?

Did that still need to be cultivated?

What a joke!

"You still need training. Can't handle even this bit of mana?" Sun Wukong said with some disdain.

"In terms of the amount of mana, I reckon I'm second only to the Jade Emperor, the Three Pure Ones, Buddha, and brother you. That's plenty, not little at all," Ao Yun said with quiet frustration.

Billions of years of mana are still considered too little, how many years would be considered enough?

She estimated she would burst!

Moreover, although the mana inside her body was extremely pure, in order for her to use it perfectly, it had to be refined with her Primordial Spirit first. Brought to you by MV6LEMPY6R.

With so much mana, she reckoned that refining it would take quite a few years.

So, during this period, would she have to endure having a flushed face?

Having no choice, Ao Yun veiled her face, put on a pair of white gloves, and used her collar to cover her neck to maintain her appearance.

"It's all my brother's fault for infusing me with so much mana." Perhaps because her face was covered, Ao Yun pouted under her veil, appearing no longer as composed as before, but rather showed a bit more liveliness, like that of a young girl.

Even a dragoness had different styles under different circumstances!

"Okay, my fault." Sun Wukong smirked, but didn't take it to heart, and made his way to the drill ground, creating a space a hundred yards wide with a point of his finger.

He then took out a gourd and suppressed it underneath.

Summoning several commanders, he said, "Under this suppression lie four powerful Demon Kings, with their mana sealed and unable to recover. If you wish to battle them, stand on this platform to call them out; to end the battle, simply step off the platform."

"Long live the Great King!" the commanders cried out in unison.

Subsequently, the commanders started to experiment.

The first to appear on the stage was the Mi Monkey King, brandishing a nine-ring broadsword, clad in a silver armor, looking majestic, but his eyes were lifeless as if soulless, like a puppet.

The summoned Demon Kings had their Primordial Spirits sealed within their spiritual pedestals, unable to perceive the outside world, and could only act on physical instinct.

Even so, those from Huaguo Mountain who descended to face the Mi Monkey King's onslaught rarely lasted more than ten rounds; most were defeated within seven or eight rounds and had to withdraw from the range of the platform.

"Great King, we have let you down," the commanders all knelt to apologize.

"No need for such formalities. If you could defeat him, I would start to suspect you are spies remaining in Huaguo Mountain," Sun Wukong helped the deeply bowing commanders to their feet, "Train against these four Demon Fiends from now on, and your martial skills will surely advance by leaps and bounds. You might even learn a thing or two about Divine Skills from them."

"Thank you, Great King!"

The commanders knelt down one after another, knocking their heads in thanks.

Sun Wukong helped them up one by one, saying, "You work hard on your cultivation, and the time will come for you to fully display your skills."

He hadn't forgotten that over five hundred years later, when the journey to the West begins, Mo Luo Wutian will summon outsiders to wreak havoc in the Three Realms.

Those players mostly do not act with integrity, driven only by self-interest.

So, Sun Wukong did not plan to leave them alive!

As for them thinking it's just a game, 'unawareness excuses no one'?

Sun Wukong was not all merciful.

During his simulation training with the True Spirit, he respected the living beings with real thoughts, souls, and lives he created in the Taixu Illusory Realm. He would no longer allow Ming Lun's disciples to wreak havoc at will.

And in the simulations, did those players summoned by Mo Luo Wutian truly not know that the people of this realm were real?

Of course, they knew.

They just pretended not to know.

In the immensity of the heavens, only the heartless can continually numb themselves and ascend to the peak.

But for Sun Wukong, the Great Dao was not solitary.

Those players who would act recklessly in the future must pay the price.

"We will! We will not fail our mission!" the commanders exclaimed with fervor.