In the Dark Nether Wasteland, atop a desolate mountain, two figures sat on a giant rock drinking fine wine; it was Tangyu and Sun Wukong.
Drinking fine wine and enjoying delicious food, Sun Wukong had a content look on his face: "Refreshing, truly refreshing. The slaughter along the way was exhilarating. It's amazing how fast this kind of cultivation enhances strength. Haha, I, old Sun, love this way of training. Now the fringe areas of the Dark Nether Wasteland have been cleared by us; I think those from the Yao Race have been pushed back into the Dark Nether Wasteland and won't dare to invade again any time soon. Tangyu, where is our next target? How will we fight?"
"If I don't battle for a day, my whole body itches. Hurry up and give us a plan."
Sun Wukong was extremely fond of battle, a trait somewhat reminiscent of the Huaxia mythology. All enjoy battling, otherwise, he wouldn't be called the Fighting Buddha.
