Immortal Light streamed from all directions.
The immortals who scattered after the havoc in the Heavenly Palace are returning to Kunlun Mountain one by one, their numbers too great to count.
Before dawn, a huge roar came from the west, and the faces of the immortals were filled with joy.
"Your Majesty, it seems that Buddha has succeeded."
Yuqing walked to the summit of Kunlun, and spoke to the Jade Emperor gazing into the horizon: "The presence of Sun Wukong has disappeared."
"But Buddha's presence has also disappeared."
The Jade Emperor spoke, also unable to sense Buddha's aura.
The flames of Lingshan did not stop, but their scale had significantly calmed down.
The battle between the two Heavenly Venerates and the Bodhisattvas continued, but Buddha and Sun Wukong had vanished.
What's the meaning of such a contest?
The Jade Emperor pondered.
This kind of contest, was as if they were personally handing over the fruits of victory.
"Your Majesty."
