After the rain, the mist drifted among the mountains.
Sun Wukong stood at the peak of Kunlun, his eyes piercing through the clouds, gazing down at the cities nestled among the mountains.
Vast lands with cities rising over a decade, and Kunlun Mountain had transformed into a place of prosperity as well.
Ten years slipped by like an arrow, and the Four Great Continents had undergone earth-shattering changes, blooming with vitality.
However, Sun Wukong could not feel happy.
A beam of light descended on the mountain peak, revealing the figure of Immortal Zhenyuan.
"Brother."
He approached Sun Wukong, "The first record is about to begin."
"I know."
Sun Wukong turned around.
Immortal Zhenyuan looked at him, "Are you really going to do this?"
"Yes."
Sun Wukong replied, "Only then can we understand the catastrophe."
"This will sacrifice some people."
Immortal Zhenyuan said.
"There's no more perfect plan."
Sun Wukong said.
