Your Spending, Charged to the Heavenly Emperor

Time passed bit by bit. In Doushuai Palace, the spiritual light around Sun Wukong and the other two gradually stabilized. Haotian, too, assumed that the Elder Lord had recruited the three of them.

The three could clearly feel the surging power within them. They were several times stronger than before. It felt incredible—truly incredible.

"Old Sun... actually broke through the limits of my physical body!" Sun Wukong cried out in delight. His previous resentment vanished, and his gaze toward the Elder Lord gained a measure of respect.

"Old man, I really did wrong you!"

Yang Jian and Nezha also opened their eyes one after another, their auras heavy and profound. The two cupped their hands toward the Elder Lord. "Thank you, Elder Lord, for bestowing the medicine."

The Elder Lord waved a hand. "No need for such courtesy. This opportunity came because your own wills were strong enough to endure it."

"You will bear great responsibilities in the future. Only by becoming strong yourselves can you protect those you wish to protect."

For the Journey to the West, the Elder Lord intended to have these three undertake it. After all, the Real Tang Sanzang was still around, serving as a young monk in some temple, fair and tender.

After Sun Wukong, Nezha, Yang Jian, and Zixia bid farewell to the Elder Lord, they began wandering around the Small Heavenly Realm.

Meanwhile, within Lingxiao Palace, auspicious clouds hung low and jade pillars held up the heavens.

The Jade Emperor sat upon the Nine Dragon Throne, the aura around him faintly circulating according to his will.

The Immortal Officials below stood in ranks on either side. Haotian lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his gaze fixed in the direction of Doushuai Palace, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Just now, he had