Time flies swiftly, and before one realizes, the ninth year has come.
The development of Wanling Country is going smoothly, as the tales of Wanling Country begin to spread throughout the Western Continent with the steps of the merchants, the trade in Spiritual Objects also gradually opens up.
Just then, Zhang Liang, with an urgent demeanor, sought out Sun Wukong.
"Great King."
He greeted with a cupped fist salute and said, "There's trouble in the Southern Continent."
"I've already received a message from Master,"
Sun Wukong nodded, then heaved a long sigh.
In the Southern Continent, the Human King Liu Heng is critically ill.
Back then, Sun Wukong had taught him some Daoist Skill and had him drink Immortal Tea, but fate dictates, and the day of his fall would eventually come.
"Time has passed so swiftly without notice."
Sun Wukong thought to himself.
"Great King…"
