Chapter 836 - Wukong still uses a female form.

The top of Mount Hua was silent in a way that felt almost offensive to someone used to chaos. Clouds dragged themselves below the peaks, covering parts of the mountain like a white sea, and the cold wind passed between ancient stones, twisted pines, and small forgotten temples that had survived dynasties, wars, and monks with too much ego to die of old age. At the center of that absurd scenery, Vergil sat on a broad stone, one leg bent, his gaze fixed on Wukong, who was a few meters away, calmly doing her nails as if the fate of the Underworlds were not becoming a pile of interdimensional problems.