Sun Wukong hefted the Jingu Bang onto his shoulder, calmly surveying the Immortals before him.
The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals looked at him, their eyes filled with fear and trepidation.
Sun Wukong, wearing golden armor and a halo of golden light behind him, held the mighty Long Stick in his grip, standing tall like a War God touching the heavens.
The might of his recent strike was still vivid in their minds.
With a single blow, he could send tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals tumbling through the clouds. Against such a figure, how could one possibly contend? And who would dare to oppose him?
"Great Saint!"
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, breaking through the multiple barriers, stepped forward to persuade, "Why must you do this?"
Sun Wukong looked at him.
"I've finally understood."
"Understood what?"
Lord Lao Zi asked.
"How to make time in the Heavenly Palace the same as in the Mortal World."
Sun Wukong chuckled lightly.
