At the summit of the mountains, the crowd looked up at the sky filled with flowing lights, their faces brimming with joy.
"Great Saint has done it."
Lady Earth Flow said, "Buddha couldn't suppress him after all."
She had long recognized Sun Wukong's cleverness, and this was just another proof that neither Lingshan nor Heavenly Palace were his match.
"Although I don't know what happened, did the Great King win?"
Daji asked.
"Of course."
Immortal Zhenyuan stroked his beard and said, "I told you, my worthy brother wouldn't lose to those bald donkeys."
These flowing lights in the sky were the signals of victory.
"Don't you slack off either!"
Immortal Zhenyuan shouted to the spirits in the mid-air, "We can't afford to lose to our worthy brother!"
"Yes."
The spirits focused on their work, and Wanling City rose rapidly from the mountains, visible to the naked eye.
More scattered lights appeared in the sky, moving against the flow towards Lingshan.
"That is..."
