Sun Wukong's golden light swept across Mount Innerheart.
? He concealed the golden light of his eye-bloodline technique.
If she didn't see him, she wouldn't be able to notice that he was peeking.
The group of senior brothers could not hear Sun Wukong's shout.
They heaved a sigh of relief.
He could finally cultivate.
However, they didn't know that Sun Wukong was watching them.
The way the cultivation technique worked.
Some hand seals.
As long as there was a physical reaction.
Even Sun Wukong could see it clearly!
Ethereal Opening, Spirit Expelling, Mountain Carrying, Spirit Walking, Water Treading, Body Immobilizing, Demon Slaying, Finger Transformation, Great Strength, Light, Rock Leap, Snow Lying, Violent Sun, Talisman Water, Time Knowing, Earth Knowing, Food Abstinence…
The seventy-two earth fiend spells were gradually broken by his illusory golden eyes.
The spells he mastered became more and more.
The magic power in his body gradually transformed into his own strength along with these divine arts.
Earth Immortal, Heaven Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal!
After he read through all the spells cultivated by his senior brothers, he was shocked.
His strength had already reached the astonishing Golden Immortal level.
One step further would be the level of a Primordial Immortal.
Up until now, the mana in his body had not completely disappeared.
Without a cultivation technique, one could not form a circulation.
The amount of mana that could be mobilized was limited.
If Patriarch Subhuti didn't teach him, it would be very difficult for him to continue improving.
All he needed now was a cultivation technique that could be used to break through to the next realm.
For example, a high-grade Heaven Immortal Absolute.
……
The holy residence of the Spirited Mountain.
There were many immortal fruits in the Bodhi Sumeru Ring.
This time, he had gained a lot from looking for the Saint's main body.
"Next, you need to collect more immortal fruits. Otherwise, I won't be able to keep him here for 300 years.”
Patriarch Subhuti sighed.
Sage Zhunti's face was also a little stiff.
The Buddhist Sect had yet to flourish.
How could there be so many good things now?
Heavenly Court had the most immortal fruits.
The Queen Mother would still hold the Heavenly Peach Banquet for countless years.
With a peach garden, there would naturally be more immortal fruits.
The Buddhist Sect was naturally lacking in these things.
"I'll try my best. Maha Jiedi is dead. Otherwise, I would have suppressed him for ten thousand years.”
At this moment, the Sage Zhunti still had a grudge against the dead Maha Jiedi.
"Now that things have come to this, the power of the Heavenly Dao is still in our Buddhist Sect. Especially after the Asura Clan has been converted into Buddha, the luck of the Buddhist Sect has become even more prosperous.”
Patriarch Subhuti had his own thoughts.
The luck of the Buddhist Sect was increasing.
Sun Wukong would find it increasingly difficult to escape from this surge of luck.
Therefore, it shouldn't be a problem for him to return to Flowerfruit Mountain.
They didn't know that there was an Earth God waiting for Sun Wukong to return.
"Let's see if we can keep the other party for now. If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way.”
Sage Zhunti was also helpless about these things.
They couldn't make a move now.
At this moment, Saint Zhunti felt something.
"Hurry back to Mount Innerheart. Sun Wukong is already preparing to leave.”
"Sun Wukong left?"
Patriarch Subhuti's face changed.
"Could it be that I didn't teach him any spells, so he couldn't wait? Or was he dissatisfied because he did not eat the immortal fruit?”
After Sun Wukong left, Patriarch Subhuti was also a little anxious.
If Sun Wukong really left…
Could it be that he had kidnapped him back?
Or perhaps Sun Wukong had lost his heart to cultivate after this incident.
At that time, how could Sun Wukong protect the Journey to the West?
Without Sun Wukong, there would be many more variables in the Journey to the West.
At the very least, there was no way to explain it to Saint Nuwa.
"No matter what, we have to keep him here. I'll think of a way to get the immortal fruit. Even if we can't keep him here for 300 years, we have to teach him magic before letting him leave.”
Sage Zhunti had no choice.
He couldn't make a move.
Even if he could make a move, it was impossible for him to do so.
There was still the karma of Saint Nuwa behind this.
If he couldn't keep the other party, he could only teach the other party spells.
Only those who had spells could cause a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace.
How could a weakling ascend to the heavens?
"I understand."
Patriarch Subhuti immediately left on a cloud.
One day in the sky, one year on earth.
Although it hadn't been long since the Sage's residence…
But nearly a year had passed on Mount Innerheart.
Sun Wukong had comprehended most of the spells of the Seventy-two Earth Fiends.
His cultivation realm had also reached the Golden Immortal realm.
Although he hadn't reached the realm of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal mentioned by the Earth God, he was still in a state of chaos.
But he felt that it was enough.
The immortal had said that there was an immortal technique to teach him.
He went to ask the immortals for help.
Sun Wukong was about to leave after carrying his bag.
The group of senior brothers looked at Sun Wukong who was descending the mountain with their mouths agape.
"Junior Brother, what are you doing?"
A senior brother finally couldn't help but ask.
"Senior apprentice-brother, Mount Innerheart doesn't have any immortal fruits, and Master didn't teach me any immortal techniques. After wasting a lot of time here, I'll go back to my Flowerfruit Mountain.”
After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he walked down the mountain by himself.
The senior brothers looked at each other.
"You're just going to let Little Junior Brother leave like this?”
"Master has been gone for a year. If he comes back and Little Junior Brother leaves, how are we going to explain?”
"Yes, we can't let little junior brother leave.”
"Why did you make Junior Brother stay? Forcibly?"
The group of senior brothers had no choice.
They didn't have immortal fruits.
They didn't dare to teach them spells if their master didn't want to.
Other than watching his junior brother leave.
They had no choice.
At this moment, a golden light descended from the sky.
It was Patriarch Subhuti who had returned on a cloud.
Seeing that Sun Wukong was about to descend the mountain, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
There was still time.
It was as if he did not know that Sun Wukong was about to leave.
He took out an immortal fruit.
"Wukong, I went to the Upper Realm to find some immortal fruits for you. Come and try them.”
Sun Wukong, who was about to descend the mountain, suddenly turned around.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."
Sun Wukong jumped and arrived in front of Bodhi.
He took the immortal fruit and started eating.
"Yes, it's delicious."
He ate the immortal fruit in two or three bites.
He then extended his hand toward Subhuti.
"Master, I want more."
Subhuti's eyes twitched.
These immortal fruits can't withstand your whims.
Patriarch Subhuti had a flash of inspiration.
Perhaps, by combining immortal fruits with cultivation, you can consume immortal fruits a little slower.
One spell would take ten days to half a month.
It would be many years before he learned those spells.
"Wukong, don't be anxious. From today onwards, I'll teach you immortal techniques. If you can learn them, you'll have immortal fruits to eat.”
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