Sun Wukong stood atop a distant hill, gazing far into the blinding white light.
His eyes gleamed with golden light as he activated his Golden Fire Eyes ability, but they were bloodshot, tears streaming from the searing brightness.
In that glaring white light, he saw a tall figure standing suspended in the air, holding an axe-like weapon, and felt a sudden tremor in his heart.
But soon, he saw more figures behind that silhouette.
In the gradually dimming white light, the figures of everyone appeared. Shen Luo stood at the forefront wielding the Sky Splitting Axe, while Nie Caizhu and others followed closely behind, shrouded in a gray mist, shielded within it.
"Did we win?" Sun Wukong didn't care about his sore eyes, tears flowing freely.
Jiang Shentian appeared beside him at some unknown time.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying, Great Sage?" His vision was still affected by the white light, temporarily unable to see the situation within, and he asked with a puzzled expression.
