The Jingu Bang shone brilliantly, stuck atop the ruins of the Western Heavenly Gate.
Sun Wukong sat alone on the broken walls, eyes closed, resting.
The Immortals rushing from the North Heaven Gate witnessed this scene upon their arrival.
Another dust settled.
"The Western Heavenly Gate, too, has been destroyed."
Many sighed, but Immortal Zhenyuan had a different focus.
"My younger brother is looking more handsome by the day..."
He thought to himself, Sun Wukong was already the Monkey King, and now, adorned in golden armor and crown, even just sitting there, he looked exceedingly dashing.
"I wonder where he got that outfit, I should get one myself."
Immortal Zhenyuan mulled over it.
A sea of red clouds oppressed from above, it was the ferocious Fire Department Gods along with the remnants of the River Soldiers, the beleaguered Wang Lingguan, Tian Peng, and Nezha.
