In the morning, Ao Luan bid farewell to Sun Wukong at Huaguo Mountain.
"Brother, may you have a smooth journey."
"Mm."
Sun Wukong nodded and soared into the sky.
The sixth record began.
In the Asura Realm, the Immortals had long been prepared, with each node of the Spiritual Network gradually lighting up.
"Qing Yuanzi, let's check one last time."
Immortal Zhenyuan said.
"Understood."
Qing Yuanzi bustled between the nodes.
"Why is he here?"
The Star Official of Maundering Day curiously asked.
"It's said that rumors started by the wind angered Fairy Yunxiao."
Others replied, "In order to save his skin, Qing Yuanzi fled to this place."
"That is indeed his style."
The Star Official of Maundering Day had no further doubts.
The Immortals readied the Spiritual Network, set up the Magical Treasures, and awaited the coming tide with full confidence.
They turned their eyes to the Three Realms.
Moments later, a dazzling golden light rose from the Three Realms.
