Looking up, squinting, at that unbelievable beam of light, Sun Wukong was momentarily stunned. Once upon a time, he too, lay atop Flower Fruit Mountain, watching as the sun pierced through the clouds after a heavy rain, casting shimmering patterns on the earth. At those times, Sun Wukong's heart would be incredibly calm. Just like now, he slowly closed his eyes, stretched out his limbs, and lay flat atop his statue, allowing the warm glow to shine upon him.
Soon, Sun Wukong fell asleep. It was an immense relaxation, both mentally and physically. Sun Wukong had always been under immense pressure, which forced him to constantly move forward, grow stronger, and fight, but it also tormented his heart that originally wished for peace with the world.
