The son does not speak of eternity

I truly was the Great Sage Equalling Heaven and never changed;
Just like causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace, breaking through the spiritual firmament, my defiance undying.
I wish to be equal with heaven, an unconquerable being,
From now on, free and unfettered.
What I hate will eventually vanish like smoke and clouds;
What I protect will surely live on forever.

I am truly the Monkey King

Many people in Yanjing were looking up at the sky with astonishment.


In the sky, there were two immortals, one seated cross-legged on a Golden Lotus, with a halo behind their head that emitted seven-colored light.


The other stood with his hands behind his back on a ball of flames, his nostrils pointing skyward, appearing more arrogant than anyone else.


They were heading towards the Xuantian Department.


Many in the Xuantian Department felt their approach, including the Sanxiao Mother.


Yunxiao Fairy really wanted to pull down the person on the Golden Lotus and give them a good thrashing.


That Immortal Cloud was formed by her using Chaos Qi, ethereal and mysterious, but now Su Hang had turned it into a Golden Lotus and even visualized ostentatious seven-colored light—what kind of aesthetic was that?


Maitreya Buddha and Kong Xuan looked at each other and smiled upon seeing this; he was clearly imitating the Tathagata.


Chapter 112 Hurried Departure