Amidst the ethereal, mist-shrouded expanse of the Peach Garden, Sun Wukong wandered aimlessly, as if sleepwalking.
Now and then he gazed about, now and then he hopped and skipped, until before he knew it, he arrived at that legendary section of the Flat Peach Tree that bore fruit only once every nine thousand years.
The moment he stepped into this miraculous realm, Sun Wukong felt as though he had been struck hard by an invisible, massive hammer. The sheer, ultimate density of the water and wood spiritual qi stunned him into an absolute standstill, his mouth parted slightly, utterly speechless for a long while.
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