This news was like a bolt from the blue to the Six-Eared Macaque, plunging him into deep despair.
He did not know whether this was the Saint's intention, but he was aware that all beings dared not defy the Saint's words.
It was for this reason that no power wished to accept him, no creature was willing to teach him.
He even lacked any companions or fellow Daoists as a result.
A lone being surviving in the barren Primordial.
After his realization, he harbored complaints against the Purple Cloud Palace's three thousand worldly guests in his heart, and couldn't help but think to himself covertly.
If you lot are unwilling to teach me, then I shall take the knowledge by myself.
To think about the Six-Eared Macaque's Innate Divine Ability, how unreasonable it was.
In the Primordial, he could hear the sermons from the Purple Cloud Palace amidst Chaos.
How could those beings who had refused him possibly defend against that?
