I believe, after forty-nine days, when Laozi opens the Eight-Diagrams Furnace, he will definitely encounter a huge surprise.
At the summit of Cang Mountain, Jiang Chen was intently gazing at the direction of Douluo Palace, his eyes full of anticipation.
He was very curious. What was the treasure Empress Nuwa gave to Sun Wukong, and what kind of changes would it bring to the serene Three Realms?
Time flew by, and before he knew it, forty-nine days had passed.
On this day, Laozi, who had been perched in front of the Eight-Diagrams furnace, abruptly opened his eyes and ordered the children in his left and right, "The time has come, open the furnace and retrieve the pills!"
As soon as he spoke, Laozi swung his whisk, got up from his meditation mat, and walked towards the Eight-Diagrams furnace.
However, as soon as he approached the furnace, a sudden sense of foreboding rose in his heart. He instinctively attempted to move to one side to avoid something.
There was a sudden booming sound!
A surge of overpowering energy blasted from the Eight-Diagrams furnace, forcing the furnace lid to fly high, piercing through the roof of the Douluo Palace and plummeting towards the mortal world.
The next moment, a monster monkey, surrounded by chaotic energy, with its fangs protruding and its face fierce, leaped out from the Eight-Diagrams furnace, roaring towards the sky incessantly.
The roar, filled with endless dominance and aggressive energy, formed terrifying sound waves in the void, sweeping towards the surroundings and thoroughly devastating everything within the palace.
The floor cracked open, and the columns shattered inch by inch. A rumbling sound echoed as the Douluo Palace, filled with Laozi’s magical scripts, started shaking violently, as if about to collapse.
"Demon Monkey, behave!"
Witnessing this, Laozi’s heart filled with rage. He promptly lunged forward, one hand reaching out to suppress Sun Wukong.
But Sun Wukong reversed his hand and surprisingly grabbed onto Laozi’s outstretched hand. Then, exerting force, he suddenly pulled Laozi’s body towards him and threw him on the ground.
Although Laozi had the appearance of an old man, his strength was by no means lesser than the Great Divine Transcendents. Logically, even if he stood there motionless, no matter how Sun Wukong tugged, he shouldn’t have been able to move Laozi.
However, to everyone’s surprise, not only was he effortlessly pulled by Sun Wukong, but he was also thrown out, causing quite a shock.
The Daoists who were fanning the flame and the child assistants tending the furnace, along with others who were helping, all stood there astounded, unsure of what to do.
At this moment, Laozi was also in discomfort.
Although he hadn’t suffered any physical harm from Sun Wukong’s throw, his pride had definitely taken a hit. This throw didn’t injure him physically, but it hurt his face.
It is expected that Laozi will be the subject of ridicule among his peers because of this incident.
Lying on the ground, Laozi’s face turned bright red with embarrassment, and he remained down for a long time.
Why couldn’t he get up? Because Empress Nuwa had intervened.
The moment Laozi reached out his hand to grab Sun Wukong, the Empress Divine Sense fell from the chaotic sky above, landing in the Douluo Palace. It repressed and sealed all his magical powers, reducing him to an ordinary man.
If it wasn’t for this, how could Sun Wukong evade Laozi’s repression and manage to throw him on the ground?
Repressed by Empress Nuwa, Laozi was unable to unleash any of his divine abilities. He could only watch helplessly as Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in his Douluo Palace.
Fortunately, the few children and daoists in Douluo Palace quickly recovered, observing that something was wrong with Laozi. They quickly rushed over, one supporting an arm, one holding his body, and lifted Laozi up, hastily fleeing the scene.
Because at this moment, Sun Wukong had started going berserk. He pulled a wish-summoning staff from his ear, waved it in the wind, and it grew to be the size of a bowl in diameter. He held it in his hand, destructively swinging it around without discrimination.
If those daoist children hadn’t run fast enough, they would have been struck by Sun Wukong’s golden cudgel and wouldn’t have escaped the fate of being smashed to pieces.
Sun Wukong turned around, striking the Eight-Diagrams furnace with his staff, sending it flying.
Mid-flight, the Douluo Skyfire kept spurting out from the furnace, igniting everything it touched. In no time, the entire Heaven of Separation was aflame, enveloped in a sea of fire.
Followed by rumbling sounds, the enormous Douluo Palace suddenly collapsed, reduced to ruins.
The Daoists and children who had already escaped from the Douluo Palace watched this scene, pounding their chests and stamping their feet in frustration, yet completely helpless. They could only futilely curse and swear in anger.
"Demon Monkey! Demon Monkey!"
"Lawless demon monkey!"
"You dare to kick over the Eight-Diagrams furnace and demolish Douluo Palace! When the immortals hear about this, they will not let you off! You will have no place to hide in the heavens and the earth! You will die without a land to be buried in!"
As they were swearing, a ray of chaotic light flashed by, Sun Wukong’s figure appeared right above the ruins of Douluo Palace.
Everyone’s voices instantly got stuck in their throats. Then, all of them acted like mutes, lifting Laozi, and fleeing towards the direction of Miluo Heaven.
Sun Wukong was already insane, becoming a Fierce Beast. They didn’t dare stay, fearing that the violent Sun Wukong would devour them all.
Fierce Beasts are not rational, nor can they be reasoned with. Once they go mad, they eat whatever they see.
Yes, the current state of Sun Wukong was indistinguishable from that of a Fierce Beast. His body was surrounded by sinister energy, his eyes had become blood-red, all revealing boundless fierceness.