Old Sun Is Off

Heavenly Court, outside Tongming Hall.

The cries of battle shook the heavens.

With a single sweep of his staff, Sun Wukong sent seven or eight heavenly generals flying. Before he could steady himself, dozens more beams of immortal light came hurtling at him from all directions.

He whirled the Golden Cudgel into a blur around himself, growing ever more irritated.

These people could not be killed or driven off. They were like sticky candy clinging to his body.

Just as he was about to exert his strength and thoroughly sweep away this swarm of annoying flies—

The world suddenly fell silent.

It was not that the sounds had vanished, but that an indescribably vast aura descended from beyond the heavens, suppressing all the clamor.

Before Tongming Hall, a figure had appeared at some unknown moment.

It was a monk clad in a kasaya, his face compassionate and his bearing solemn. Barefoot, he stood in midair.

He exuded no earthshaking pressure, yet merely by standing there, he became the center of this chaotic battlefield.

Every immortal, every deity, every heavenly soldier unconsciously turned their attention toward him.

Sun Wukong slung the Golden Cudgel over his shoulder and tilted his head as he sized up the newcomer.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you blocking Old Sun's path?"

Tathagata pressed his palms together and bowed his head slightly.

"Poor Monk is Venerable Shakyamuni of the Western Pure Land."

When he spoke, his voice was calm, yet it reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

"By the Jade Emperor's decree, I have come to mediate this matter."

"You wild monkey, your vicious nature is too great. Why not quickly withdraw your divine powers and take refuge in Buddhism, lest you suffer the calamity of death?"

Inside Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Haotian watched the