Sun Wukong bid farewell to his master and fellow disciples, then with a somersault cloud, he crossed the boundless Star Sea and sped toward his long-lost homeland—Huaguo Mountain.
The feelings of parting and sorrow would eventually be washed away by the joy of returning home.
At the thought of soon seeing the monkeys he had longed for day and night, Wukong's heart was filled with endless anticipation.
In just a moment, the familiar red cliffs and sheer precipices appeared beneath the clouds.
However, when Wukong, full of excitement, descended from the clouds and set foot on that familiar land, the smile on his face froze instantly.
He was stunned.
Looking around, he saw that the once picturesque Immortal Blessed Land, full of birdsong and flower fragrance, was now full of devastation and desolation!
Exquisite flowers and precious grass had all withered; ancient trees and fairy vines were all broken.
