Immortal Master Erlang awoke from his deep slumber.

His head splitting with pain, he sat up and found himself lying in bed with a young girl.

"You're awake."

The girl said, covering herself with the blanket.

Immortal Master Erlang glanced at her, clutching his head as he recalled.

He remembered that after hearing the Buddha's declaration, he went to Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad to get some Immortal Wine, drank until he was in a drunken stupor, then he saw that owl, and then...

"You plotted against me!"

Immortal Master Erlang raised his hand towards the owl.

The owl looked at him and slowly closed its eyes.

"You..."

Immortal Master Erlang hesitated for quite a while before slowly lowering his hand.

"I am not Immortal Master Erlang, you and I are alike, both created two hundred years ago."

He said, "We are equals."

Immortal Master Erlang seemed disheartened.

The owl embraced him.

Her arms were warm, Immortal Master Erlang frowned slightly but eventually didn't struggle.

"She sure has guts."

He thought to himself.

The two sat for a while.

Suddenly, Immortal Master Erlang frowned, "Why is it so quiet outside?"

He remembered before he passed out drunk, the whole Wanling City was in chaos, so why was it so quiet now?

"Sister Daji sang a song."

The owl released him and said, "Now the whole city is asleep."

"Is that so?"

Immortal Master Erlang got dressed and walked out with the owl.

Outside the door, a group of Erlang's infantry looked at the pair with odd expressions.

Immortal Master Erlang snorted coldly, then looked at the distant scenery.

Under the desolate night sky, the ground of Wanling City cracked, releasing flames and thick smoke, and for some reason, the world's collapse had suddenly accelerated.

Seven beams of light flew across the sky, transforming into Spider Demons as they landed in Wanling Hall.

"Grandmaster, something big has happened!"

The Spider Demons circled around Immortal Zhenyuan, "We weren't Spider Demons originally!"

"What were we transformed from?"

They chattered on.

The nearby Immortals, amused by the scene, also envied their fearless naivety.

Not long after, a distant glimmer caught the Immortals' attention.

The light sped across the sky, then plummeted straight down.

That was the little Phoenix.

"The Great King is in the Heavenly Palace."

She said, "If you go now, you can still see him."

The Immortals hurriedly flew towards the Heavenly Palace.

The Heavenly Palace, where a figure resembling flames stood amongst the clouds.

—It was Sun Wukong.

He stood at the center of the Four Great Continents.

"Brother."

Ao Luan led the Immortals, their faces filled with joy as they flew up.

But some Immortals paused, looking at Sun Wukong with unfamiliarity.

Not just because of that truth, but also because the flames on Sun Wukong's body were like the flames burning on the ground.

"Gr-Great Saint."

Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy asked nervously, "Did you set the fire on the ground?"

"It was him."

The little Phoenix who had flown back behind the Immortals said, "He has chosen another world, wanting to destroy the Three Realms."

In that moment, everyone around fell silent.

Deathly stillness filled the Heavenly Palace.

"Great Saint, please tell me this isn't true!"

The Water Virtues Star Monarch said.

Sun Wukong replied, "There isn't much time left."

The flames on his body grew more intense, forming the pattern of the Wanling diagram under his feet.

"Can you really do it?"

The little Phoenix asked.

She had thought that bringing these people might sway Sun Wukong—yet it had no effect.

"Even if this place is a dream, it could last for a very long time, happily ever after."

The little Phoenix said, "Once you start, you'll lose everything!"

"This isn't a matter of choosing one over the other."

The Wordless Heavenly Scripture opened in Sun Wukong's palm.

This book still retained some of its power.

By destroying the Three Realms ahead of time, he could use the remaining power to save more people.

"Go."

Sun Wukong guided the power of the Wordless Heavenly Scripture to infuse into the Wanling chart.

The burning Wanling chart spun beneath his feet.

"It can contain the souls of all beings."

Sun Wukong said.

With a flicker of thought, golden flames fell from the void, landing on the Wanling chart.

In the clear, untainted night sky, the Wanling chart began to rapidly expand, like a continent of fire suspended in the air.

"What is this power?"

The Immortals watched in surprise as the Wanling chart spread beneath them.

"The Merit Fire."

Grandmaster answered.

"Great Saint!"

Some Immortals wanted to stop Sun Wukong, but were held back by Ao Luan.

Ao Luan watched Sun Wukong quietly, then said somewhat sorrowfully,

"Big brother is saving us."

Preserving the souls of Wanling was the only way to save them.

But how difficult it must be to rescue all the beings of the Three Realms!

Sun Wukong sustained the Wanling chart while several golden silhouettes rushed up from the ground and landed before him.

They were little monkeys.

The monkeys handed over the heavy books they held.

Those were the Books of Life and Death.

"With these, we won't miss any mortal souls."

Sun Wukong thought to himself, absorbing the power of the Books of Life and Death into the Wordless Heavenly Scripture.

He suddenly felt the Wanling chart at his feet begin to expand faster, as several powerful streams of Spiritual Energy poured into it, which were the Immortal Law and the Immortal Power of the Immortals.

Sun Wukong turned his head.

"Big brother, we'll help."

Ao Luan said.

"What are you dawdling for?"

Immortal Zhenyuan said: "Younger brother, if you want to save people, do it quickly."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Sun Wukong asked, "I will kill you all."

"Foolish."

Master Puti said, "Isn't killing also a way to save?"

Other Immortals exchanged glances, then one by one, they poured their power into the Wanling chart.

Sun Wukong's pupils flickered with the splendid light of that Immortal Power, then he gently inhaled.

"Oh, Wanling."

With a voice warm and sad like a gentle breeze, it wafted to every corner of the world.

"Even if dark clouds can shroud the sun, the gloom is but for a moment."

"I make you a promise that even if shrouded in darkness, I will awaken you once more."

"Certainly…"

Accompanying those vow-like words, the burning Wanling chart completely covered the entire sky.

Flames fell like rain, igniting the earth, burning intensely at the bottom of the sea and in the Underworld.

From the lofty Heavenly Palace, one could see the vast dark land flowing with countless glimmers of light.

It was the fire of destruction, but also the fire of redemption.

The beautiful land and the majestic cities, engulfed in flames, panic-stricken beings turned into tiny, glistening motes in the unavoidable fire.

Sun Wukong released his power, the radiance from the ground was drawn up into the sky, resembling countless twinkling stars.

His golden pupils reflected these stars.

"Come."

Sun Wukong opened his arms to the stars.

Two hundred years of experience, two hundred years of wisdom, all just to burn himself at this moment.

The Wanling chart and his soul intertwined, the two originally as one.

Fear, hatred, joy… he would bear all love and curses alone.

He finally understood.

This was the key he sought.

This was the Wanling Heavenly Dao.

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