Southern Continent, the youth raised his hand.

"Ready—"

He swung his hand down: "Release!"

With a swoosh, a dark cloud streaked across the sky, flying towards the distant city walls.

The battle erupted once again, after a rain of arrows, countless people shouted as they charged forward.

The followers of the Heavenly Taoist Sect regained their spirits.

Sacrifice, battle, there had never been such a moment when they were so united.

Even without spells, but their brethren were still there, they had no reason to fail.

The youth galloped across the burning battlefield, his face crossed by a scar from an arrow, but his eyes shone brighter than ever.

After missing for two hundred years, he finally experienced the ambiance of Wanling Country once more.

He reminisced about the education he received from childhood at Huaguo Mountain.

Unity.

Everything about Huaguo Mountain was encapsulated in these two words.

Amidst the clash, the youth seemed to see a golden silhouette standing in front.

Human Clan, demons, everyone followed behind him.

They had always followed that silhouette, watching him change the world.

"Great King, why accept them?"

In his younger years, he never understood why he accepted so many demons.

"Unity can overcome everything."

That voice had once said.

Now the youth finally understood, as long as the will of Wanling united, all impossibilities would turn into possibilities.

This Three Realms, belonged to Wanling!

At Lingshan, Emperor Gouchen grew stronger as the battle intensified.

His radiance was like the blazing sun, so brilliant that the surrounding Arhats couldn't bear to look directly, their Immortal Bodies rapidly cracking.

"Hahaha, indeed different."

Emperor Gouchen laughed heartily, his body swelling with a surging will to fight.

He felt the will of all beings, overwhelmingly powerful and unstoppable.

"Emperor Qinghua, shall I lend you a hand?"

Emperor Gouchen called out to Emperor Qinghua standing a hundred miles away.

There, flames almost enveloped the entire sky.

"No need!"

Emperor Qinghua, with immense Immortal Light, charged past with immeasurable divine might, masses of beings fell like rain.

He also sensed the thoughts of all beings.

That passion spreading across the Four Great Continents was astonishing, as never seen before.

The passion was almost like a monster, devouring the Four Great Continents.

People were hoping for change; they didn't wish to fail.

"Your Majesty truly calculated without any misses!"

Emperor Qinghua thought, with so many wills, they wouldn't lose to these monks.

A chaotic world, two golden lights fiercely intertwined.

It was the crevice of the Three Realms, not belonging to the mortal world, where two Heavenly Venerates were battling.

Roaring sounds filled the air, the atmosphere burst with a terrifying and powerful aura.

In the midst of battle, Sun Wukong seemed to feel the call of the Heavenly Dao.

His gaze flashed, piercing through the void, seeing the outside world.

From Huaguo Mountain, Floating Ships continuously flew towards the Four Great Continents, the sky filled with Immortal Light shining, Wanling people raising holy flags gallantly rushing to the battlefield, lighting up one Wanling Fire Pillar after another.

Even though he was away from them, the power of Wanling Heavenly Dao continued to increase day by day.

"These are my people."

Sun Wukong said to Buddha, "They are not bad, are they!"

"Amitabha."

Buddha did not answer, a Giant Palm sweeping through Chaos, carrying the air of Heavenly Dao, bursting with blood-red radiance.

Under the brilliance, stars fell, space trembled.

The Divine Soul of Sun Wukong turned into a phantom, bearing an immortal radiance like a shield, bursting forth with blazing light, withstanding Buddha's attack.

"Why is this so!"

Buddha was taken aback.

The two had been fighting here detached from their bodies for a long time.

Buddha's True Spirit was shrouded in endless Buddha Light, immensely powerful.

He hoped to suppress Sun Wukong here, but found it utterly impossible.

Countless rays of light struck Sun Wukong, clanging continuously with collisions.

Amidst the tremendous booming, even a powerful being like Buddha was shaken, his Divine Soul fluctuating, Buddha Light flickering.

Yet Sun Wukong remained unscathed every time.

Buddha, full of confusion, thought of the path of True Spirit; even the Jade Emperor was far inferior to him.

Sun Wukong had only cultivated for a hundred years, his Divine Soul couldn't possibly match his True Spirit, and now without the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, he should be at his mercy.

However, Sun Wukong displayed an unexpected strength.

"Sun Wukong, why is your Divine Soul so strong?"

Buddha asked loudly.

"I have always been resisting the Heavenly Dao."

Sun Wukong answered.

Ever since the birth of Wanling Immortal Dao, his soul had been opposing it.

Over the long years, his Divine Soul had been honed unbreakable.

Even without a body, he still possessed the ability to be indestructible.

He could even recreate a body with just a thought, if he wished.

"If such is the case, why come here?"

Buddha asked.

If Sun Wukong's Divine Soul was truly that strong, he and the World Venerable wouldn't have let his Divine Soul separate so easily.

Sun Wukong didn't resist, it could only mean because...

"You already knew what we were going to do?"

Buddha asked again.

"The only way to defeat me is this."

Sun Wukong calmly answered, "I always wanted to detach from the Wanling chart, but couldn't do it myself, you helped me achieve it."

Buddha furrowed his brows, "Detach from the Wanling chart?"

Suddenly, a shock passed through his heart.

"Sun Wukong, you..."

Buddha looked over in shock, "Could it be..."

"I am protection, but at the same time, a restraint."

Sun Wukong nodded, saying, "Only by doing this, can the people in the Wanling chart gain their freedom."

Buddha's expression changed abruptly.

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