A month later, Qing Yuanzi yawned.
"I say, Fairy..."
He raised a sign and asked Daji beside him: "How long is this contest going to last?"
"How would I know."
Daji had already become bored enough to count her own tail hairs.
Sun Wukong and Buddha had been in a standoff for a month, neither of them moving, looking as if they were asleep.
"Immortal, is the Great King really not asleep?"
Qing Yuanzi asked Zhen Yuan again.
"No."
Zhen Yuan glanced at the two giants.
Though motionless, the situation in the Three Realms within their eyes was ever-changing, not stopping for a moment.
In the Southern Continent, after the Heavenly Taoist Sect ignited the flames of war, fierce suppression ensued.
The Buddhist sect was not unprepared either, with miracles appearing everywhere, stabilizing the hearts of the people, and granting the King of Huainan the legitimacy of a heaven-ordained ruler.
Under intense conflict, the chaos in the Southern Continent lasted a month.
