His gaze fell on the body of the Ancestral Dragon, and Sun Wukong exclaimed, "You actually call this a world?"
"Isn't it?"
The body of the Ancestral Dragon was somewhat taken aback.
Was it wrong?
Was this not a world?
It had been here since its birth.
In the eyes of the Ancestral Dragon's body, this place was a world.
The Resentful Spirits, the Demon Spirits, wanted out.
But the body of the Ancestral Dragon never had such a thought.
This place was fine, peaceful, and serene; it could do as it pleased.
Most importantly, the body of the Ancestral Dragon could control this world; no existence here could threaten it.
Of course, this notion had been destroyed after the appearance of Sun Wukong.
Its gaze fell on Sun Wukong, and it harbored a murderous intent.
The body of the Ancestral Dragon disliked the outside and even more so disliked anyone who could threaten it.
So, it wanted to kill the creature before it so that no one could threaten it.
