Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage

Wukong had entered the Reincarnation World, where awakening Xuan Ming’s six True Spirits was a tremendously difficult task. How hard would it be to awaken even one True Spirit, let alone the six that had almost fused with this iteration of the Reincarnation World? Although Wukong was aware of the difficulty, he had no choice but to undertake the task. Even if the path ahead was thorny, he had to pave a broad and smooth road.

"Has Mana completely disappeared?" Wukong awoke and tried to use Mana, but discovered he could not feel his Primordial Spirit and Three Flowers and Five Qi, making it naturally impossible to harness Mana.

Wukong muttered to himself, "Without Mana, where shall I search for it?"

In this life, he had begun learning the craft of sculpting with his master at the age of five. By the age of twelve, he had already completed his apprenticeship. His wooden sculptures were becoming increasingly beautiful, attracting more and more people in search of them. His fame grew larger until today, when he suddenly realized that he was not a sculptor, but Sun Wukong, and this place was merely the Reincarnation World.

"If that’s the case, then I might as well do like the Painter Sun Yuan within the cycles of reincarnation. From now on, I will only sculpt beautiful women. Perhaps in this way, I can find her, right? But once I find her, how should I awaken her? The way of the true heart resides in a single-minded devotion. How can something be conjured out of nothing? That would transcend the Heavenly Dao..." Wukong lamented inwardly, having found a method, yet not knowing how to wake her true heart.

At the same time, Wukong speculated to himself, "What if she does not come?"

"Master Sun, can you carve a tiger for me?"

Wukong stood up and bowed, saying, "I apologize, but I’m not in the right mood today, so I won’t carve."

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"Ah! If Master Sun is inconvenienced, then some other day will do."

Wukong closed up his shop, thinking to himself, "In that case, I should carve her and then sell the sculpture. Regardless of her status, she will have to come to me. At the very least, I’ll catch wind of something."

He took an old tree root, carefully polished it smooth, then began to carve.