After the Kingdom of Aolai, Sun Wukong established a Heavenly Dao Library in each city of Huaguo Mountain.

After that, he no longer managed affairs, focusing solely on cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

In the new year's spring, the flowers of Huaguo Mountain bloomed magnificently.

Sun Wukong stood atop the mountain, watching the Floating Ships bustling through the air, a busy and orderly scene reminiscent of the prosperity of Wanling Country.

The power of the Wanling people was brought out by Ao Luan.

"Sometimes I feel that she is more suitable to be the Great King than I am."

Sun Wukong said.

"She couldn't handle it."

Jin Chanzi sat behind him, brewing tea and speaking, "Great Saint, your prestige in Wanling Country cannot be replaced by anyone else."

Ao Luan was good, but only as a manager.

Sun Wukong was the one who could lead Wanling forward.

Within a year, the population of the new Wanling Country expanded to a million.

Huaguo Mountain no longer set limits for newcomers, talents from the Four Great Continents arrived in droves.

At the same time, trade and the spread of the Heavenly Dao also truly echoed his reputation throughout the Four Great Continents.

Infamy and honor intertwined, no one was more complex than him.

"Why haven't the Ten States and Three Islands made a move?"

Jin Chanzi brewed a cup of tea for Sun Wukong and asked.

"Because I haven't made a move."

Sun Wukong answered, "If I don't move, naturally they won't either."

"How come you haven't made a move?"

Jin Chanzi slightly frowned, "What about the Northern Continent..."

"That's a bait."

Sun Wukong replied.

The Northern Continent was a barbaric land; Wanling Country's conquest of it wasn't much concern for the Immortals.

They would prefer if Sun Wukong spent fifty years dealing with the Northern Continent, so they remained passive for now.

However, when Sun Wukong makes his next move, the result may be different.

Sun Wukong finished his tea, "They are coming back."

"They?"

Jin Chanzi was puzzled, but that day, the Jade-faced Fox returned to Huaguo Mountain.

Ao Luan held a party to welcome back the demons, which was lively.

During the grand party, the demons mostly talked about the affairs of the Northern Continent.

Although Sun Wukong already knew about it, hearing the demons recounting it felt different.

The progress in the Northern Continent was swift; three kingdoms were willing to join Wanling Country, and over a hundred thousand demons rallied under Bull Demon King.

Bull Demon King established a new Demon City on the Northern Continent, its grandeur far surpassing his former noodle shop days.

It's worth mentioning, over the past year, many demons in the battlefields of the Northern Continent regained their memories of Wanling Country.

War accelerated their learning of the Immortal Dao, and under dangerous stimulation, it was easier to regain memories.

This was a path even quicker than mere learning.

Half a year ago, Huaguo Mountain thus surged with a fervor for joining the army.

Sun Wukong believed that with the return of the Jade-faced Fox, it would definitely stir a new wave.

"Indeed, this kind of life suits me well!"

Bull Demon King sat next to Sun Wukong, drinking heavily and shouting delightedly.

"Like this, we only need ten years to conquer the entire Northern Continent."

Other Demon Saints were also very excited.

Conquering a continent in ten years, an achievement unimaginable and remarkable in the past.

But upon saying this, many turned their gazes towards Sun Wukong.

For Sun Wukong, ten years was too long.

But Sun Wukong said nothing.

No one could tell what he was thinking.

Instead, Sun Wukong noticed something minor.

"What's wrong with you?"

Sun Wukong noticed Daji, her eyes slightly red as she entered the venue, seeming like she had cried, and he couldn't help but be curious.

He had never seen Daji cry.

"I'm fine."

Daji shook her head, replying, "Chang'e showed me a story she wrote, it was touching."

"Story?"

Sun Wukong looked at the book she was holding in her arms: "Is it this one?"

"Uh-huh."

Daji nodded, passing the book to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong looked at it, the title was "A Walnut Initiated Bloodshed," written by... Qing Yuanzi?

"Doesn't seem like this is the one."

Sun Wukong said, "This was written by Qing Yuanzi."

"Huh?"

Daji picked up the book and indeed, it was by Qing Yuanzi.

"It was just right here a moment ago..."

Daji turned around angrily: "Who switched my 'Returning Wild Geese'?"

Immortal Zhenyuan stayed silent and tugged at his sleeves.

"Isn't it quite good?"

Bull Demon King noticed the book's title in Daji's hand and chuckled: "This one definitely needs to be shown to the Great Saint."

"What's this one about?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"It's about the story of a stone spirit."

Although Bull Demon King was in the Northern Continent, he had already heard of the great reputation of this book and promptly relayed it to Sun Wukong.

The story was simple, it was about a stone spirit born out of nowhere, overthrowing an all-knowing Emperor,

Sun Wukong finished listening and glanced at the book title again: "What does this story have to do with a walnut?"

Bull Demon King was stunned for a moment, not expecting Sun Wukong to not get angry but ask this question instead.

"The Emperor in the book has a Jade Seal that could control everything, able to foresee the emergence of the stone spirit. The only weakness of the Jade Seal was walnuts."

Bull Demon King paused for a moment, then continued: "The Emperor, when he was younger due to his gluttony, used the Jade Seal to crack walnuts, causing the Jade Seal to develop a flaw allowing the stone to become spirited."

"Oh..."

Sun Wukong slightly frowned, not saying anything.

However, just after everyone left, he couldn't help but take out the Jade Seal to take a glance.

The Heavenly Emperor's Jade Seal was flawless, but there seemed to be a worn spot on one corner.

It shouldn't... possibly be real.

Sun Wukong thought, how could the Jade Emperor be so unreliable.

"Achoo!"

In Eastern Divine Continent, a young man suddenly sneezed in a chess house.

"It seems like someone is speaking ill of me."

The young man snorted coldly: "You lost fairly, don't think of denying the debt!"

"No, no, of course not!"

The chess players, while giving apologetic smiles, took out their silver coins, gathering a large bundle.

The young man picked up the bundle with one hand and with a fan in another, walked out of the chess house, proud and pleased.

"How is there not a single person who can match me."

He felt he was too awesome.

He walked a few steps and stopped beside a middle-aged beggar.

"I say, you look somewhat familiar."

The young man curiously looked over and asked, "What's your name?"

The man looked up, also feeling a sense of familiarity.

"Who are you?"

The man questioned.

"Never mind who I am, I am just short of a helper."

The young man tossed the bundle in front of the man, saying: "You seem to have a destined connection with me, follow me from now on."

The man was silent for a moment, trembling as he received the bundle.

For some reason, there was a quality about the young man that made him want to devote himself.

He had been searching for this quality for a long time.

"Why are you crying?"

The young man suddenly asked in surprise.

The man touched his face, only then realizing that tears had unknowingly appeared.

"You really are strange, a big man and yet you cry."

The young man laughed loudly, walking away with his head high: "The world is vast, to be free and unrestrained, how exhilarating, what's there to cry about, oh no..."

He walked into a pillar.

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