In the Northern Continent, the Wanling Tree dropped ten thousand beams of Immortal Light, falling onto a lotus leaf.
And on the lotus leaf, a crystal-clear little figure sat cross-legged.
The White-robed Venerable, with eyes closed, had sat here for two days.
Finally, he opened his eyes once more.
"Venerable,"
the nearby monk who had been keeping vigil immediately approached and asked, "Have you gained anything?"
"No."
The White-robed Venerable flew up from the lotus leaf and landed on the monk's shoulder, saying, "That Sun Wukong possesses a wisdom of the highest order. The complexity of the Wanling Heavenly Dao is such that even I cannot master it."
The monk was greatly shocked.
The White-robed Venerable had wandered the Chaos Realm for countless millennia, experiencing innumerable worlds, with wisdom beyond imagination.
*How could he be unable to master even a Heavenly Dao?*
"Perhaps you were too hasty,"
the monk suggested, "Venerable, why not try once more?"
