Back in the day, the True Spirit of the Green Emperor dispersed into nothingness and returned to the Heavenly Dao. From then on, there was no more Ling Weiyang in this world.
Yuan Hong couldn't help but let out a deep sigh, wistfully saying, "Ling Weiyang was a peerless talent, a prodigy-like figure, but born at the wrong time, he suffered great injuries from the Dao. Without such calamities, he probably would have become a Saint long ago!"
Wukong also lamented, "The Heavenly Dao is merciless, treating all beings as mere straws. Every life has its destined calamities, and the Green Emperor could not escape his."
However, Yuan Hong laughed and said, "You, on the other hand, managed to escape the great catastrophe. It's surprising that a single palm strike from someone of the Sect Founder level didn't kill you."
Wukong said, "The calamities of Tathagata will sooner or later fall upon me, his grandchild!"