The Primordial World was showered in innate Qing Qi, like sweet rain falling upon the earth, nourishing all things and soothing old wounds. Yet, for some, this promise of rebirth brought no comfort; instead, it stirred the deepest echoes of long-dormant bloodlines.
At the summit of Flower-Fruit Mountain, before the Water Curtain Cave, Sun Wukong sat cross-legged atop his Somersault Cloud. His glazed divine eyes reflected the mountains and rivers being revitalized by the flowing Qing Qi, his clear gaze filled with the quiet joy of one who has survived a great calamity. But just as his mind began to relax—
*Hum!!!*
Chapter 478