Zhang Lu's second team only took two days to build a palace.

The towering palace stood at the very center of the Heavenly Palace, brilliant and magnificent, constructed with endless treasures, and gathering the fate of the Three Realms.

Sun Wukong stood in the empty hall, a drop of blood flying out from his fingertip, quietly hanging in the air.

"Let me try!"

Immortal Zhenyuan eagerly stepped forward.

However, a figure blocked him, opening their mouth and swallowing the blood before him.

"Ao Luan."

Immortal Zhenyuan's eyes widened.

In the next moment, Ao Luan's clothes fluttered, and endless Immortal Energy surged forth.

"Eek!"

She let out a shriek as her clothes could not withstand the tearing force of the Immortal Energy, making ripping sounds.

Sun Wukong waved his hand and instantly, several screens surrounded her.

After the rustling noises, Sun Wukong asked, "Remember anything?"

"Nothing at all."

Ao Luan came out in a new set of clothes, her aura greatly changed, seemingly ethereal and detached from the mortal world, her appearance and figure seemingly more enchanting.

The Queen Mother present glanced enviously at her chest.

"She's grown so much!"

Immortal Zhenyuan was shocked as he looked at Ao Luan.

Just a single drop of blood had increased her Immortal Energy so much; could Sun Wukong's blood be even more effective than Ginsengfruit?

"Had I known, I wouldn't have yielded to her."

Immortal Zhenyuan lamented in regret, thinking of his sworn brother, whose very being had become attuned with the Heavenly Dao, everything about him a treasure.

Yet, Sun Wukong was frowning slightly, realizing that awakening someone was indeed not that simple.

He was trying to awaken the people from the small world.

This was no simple matter; even before shattering the small world, Sun Wukong had already deduced it.

However, since Emperor Qinghua had awakened because of a drop of tears, Sun Wukong also wanted to try if his bodily fluids could serve as a medium for awakening.

Regrettably, sweat and blood, even saliva, had no effect.

The immortals asked Ao Luan once more.

Ao Luan pondered hard for a while but still shook her head: "I can't remember anything."

She didn't sense any change in her spirit.

This was within Sun Wukong's expectations, but he still couldn't help feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Hopelessly inept."

The Queen Mother suddenly took her walking stick and started to leave: "What other world? If you're making up excuses, put some effort into it!"

She had found Sun Wukong's explanations to be utterly nonsensical, but she refrained from speaking her mind out of respect for the authority of the Heavenly Emperor. Now, she could no longer contain herself.

"Your Majesty, please hold."

Immortal Zhenyuan hurried forward and stopped her: "What my sworn younger brother says is true, how about we try for one more day?"

At the time at the Western Heavenly Gate, Sun Wukong's glance had struck him, and though it wasn't very clear, Immortal Zhenyuan's mind indeed gained some images.

He had never seen those images before, yet they felt familiar as if they were events that had truly happened.

Thus, Immortal Zhenyuan believed what Sun Wukong had said.

"My younger brother."

He suggested: "Why don't you shed another tear and try?"

"No."

Sun Wukong shook his head; it wasn't that he hadn't considered tears, but he simply couldn't do it.

After achieving enlightenment, his heart had become as solid as stone.

The last time he had cried was an unconscious act, but striving to do so again, the tears just wouldn't come.

"I can help you shed them."

Immortal Zhenyuan rolled up his sleeves: "Just stand still and take it."

Yet, a figure immediately stood in front of him, stopping him with a cold gaze.

"Emperor Donghua."

Immortal Zhenyuan grudgingly stepped down.

"This guy actually came back."

He muttered to himself.

Sun Wukong transformed and flew to the Ten States and Three Islands, and in less than a day, Emperor Donghua had followed him over.

"Great Saint, I have a suggestion."

At this time, Emperor Qinghua stepped forward, clasped his hands towards Sun Wukong, and said:

"If we could ask Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad for help, perhaps there would be a way to make the Great Saint shed tears again."

The other Immortals present all brightened up at the suggestion.

Indeed, Lord Lao Zi must have a way.

As the unparalleled master of Alchemy, and harboring a variety of Elixirs and Immortal Wines, he would certainly be able to help Sun Wukong.

"I'll go and bring him over. He's nearby."

Sun Wukong nodded, and then his figure vanished.

The Immortals were all stunned. Wasn't Lord Lao Zi supposed to be in the Ten States and Three Islands? How could he be nearby?

Heavenly Palace, Thirty-Three Layered Heaven.

Lord Lao Zi quietly returned to Doushuai Temple to collect Elixirs.

"Such treasures cannot be given to the Great Saint for nothing."

As he spoke, he stashed all the Elixirs up his sleeve.

"Lord."

Sun Wukong's voice arose from behind him.

Lord Lao Zi jumped with fright, and turning around in astonishment: "You, how are you here..."

Sun Wukong stood there, having been entirely unnoticed by him.

"Lord."

Sun Wukong cut to the chase: "How about you stay and help me?"

These words made Lord Lao Zi burst into laughter.

"You are the chief instigator of chaos in the Three Realms, why should I help you?"

"For the sake of the Three Realms."

Sun Wukong replied.

"Speaking nonsense with eyes wide open."

Lord Lao Zi let out a cold snort, believing that Sun Wukong was trying to fool him in just a few words, clearly underestimating him.

"I will not go with you!"

Lord Lao Zi declared with certainty.

However, soon after, Sun Wukong brought him before all the Immortals.

Immortal Zhenyuan showed surprise: "Brother, you really brought him back."

"This macaque claimed he had a dream that lasted two hundred years."

Lord Lao Zi said: "Although it's a sheer fantasy, since he wishes to cry, I might be able to lend a hand."

He took out a jug of wine from his sleeve.

"What is this?"

The Queen Mother asked.

"Supreme Forget Love."

Lord Lao Zi said, boasting of his proud creation.

Emperor Qinghua was startled: "Supreme Forget Love Wine?"

He had heard of this wine and knew of its formidable power, it is said that a single sip of Supreme Forget Love could make one forget all the troubles and emotions in the world.

Compared to this wine, the Meng Po Soup of the Underworld is like plain water.

"Great Saint, you mustn't drink this wine."

Emperor Qinghua explained to Sun Wukong.

Supreme Forget Love is the wisdom of the Immortal Dao, achieved by Lord Lao Zi, turned into Immortal Wine. Even Emperor Qinghua dared not touch it.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Lord Lao Zi, however, snorted coldly: "This wine is poison to you, but for the Heavenly Emperor, it has the opposite effect."

Supreme Forget Love was a special Immortal Wine prepared by him for the Jade Emperor, originally to heal the great traumas of the Jade Emperor's calamity. After the Jade Emperor drank it, he cried for two hours, and far from forgetting, his emotions intensified.

This wine has only one chance to take effect, but it is the Immortal Wine Sun Wukong needs.

"How about it, Great Saint."

Lord Lao Zi handed the wine to Sun Wukong: "Dare to drink?"

Sun Wukong glanced at him, took the wine, and without another word, poured it into his mouth.

"Refreshing!"

Lord Lao Zi admired him secretly.

Average people did not have Sun Wukong's boldness.

Sun Wukong drank the wine in one gulp, and the strength of the wine brought a rush to his head, suddenly bringing back all kinds of past memories.

"I need to rest a bit."

He walked to a high seat, propped his forehead, and rested with his eyes closed.

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